My ten thousand ways to die in the end

Chapter 61 The Spokesperson's Final Mission
These five little blessings cooperate with each other tacitly, and each has a different division of labor.

Daifuku and Sanfu use two-handed axes and nine-ring machetes, with the highest attack power, and are responsible for the main frontal output.

Er Fu and Si Fu used long sticks and maces, which had a relatively large attack range. They were mainly responsible for cleaning up the scattered rats and causing irreversible damage to the spokesperson in black.

The bone whip used by Wufu is the most flexible, mainly responsible for lateral containment.

Although it was their first battle, their rich fighting instincts seemed to be engraved in their DNA. They played many times in just a few minutes, making the black-robed spokesperson flustered. He had already lost about [-]% of his body!

But after going through the initial adaptation period, the black-robed spokesperson quickly regained his fighting rhythm.

The gray-black mutated rats on the ground ran wildly, while the spokesperson floated above the tide of rats, with his hands open, bathing in the sun.

He sighed softly and spit out two words:
"cough……"

The five little blessings on the ground are about to attack again, but these two words seem to have magical power, through their hard bone armor, they can reach the internal organs!

"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough...

In the empty church, intensive coughing sounded suddenly, and the five little blessings lay on the ground one after another, coughing one after another, making it difficult for them to breathe.

This kind of severe cough seems to be spitting out even the internal organs.

Just using these two words, these five brave little guys lost all their combat capabilities!

Horror!
Xu Fei frowned, he was connected with these five little guys, and could feel the pain in their bodies at this moment.

"The god of rats and diseases, is this the authority of diseases?"

The black-robed spokesman floated in mid-air, gazing at the crowd below arrogantly.

He also spoke slowly:
"Xu Fei, I envy you very much. I am not weaker than you in terms of strength, but you have the possibility to defeat the evil god, but I will never have it."

"Your strength comes from the gift of the evil god, how can you compare with me?"

The spokesperson in black robe pointed to the five bone armored war rats on the ground.

"What about these five guys? Don't they also come from the gift of the evil god?"

"This is what I cheated with my ability."

The scene suddenly fell silent.

When did cheating become a matter of course?
Sighing, the black-robed spokesperson didn't delve into this aspect, but started talking about another matter.

"Do you know what the mission of the spokesperson of the evil god is?"

Without waiting for everyone to answer, he narrated on his own ground:
"Cthulhus are evil existences that the world cannot tolerate. They are powerful, cunning, selfish, and cruel...

All negative vocabulary can find microcosm on them.

The only way for these guys to come into the world is to cultivate a body!

And the spokesperson of the evil god is such a body. "

"But even the most perfect spokesperson can't carry the evil power of the evil god.

So I'm a scrap product sooner or later.

I will finish the last thing I can do, and I will leave the next task to you. "

When he said this, he patted his left chest lightly, extremely calm, yet extremely sad.

Like a warrior going to death in the execution ground.

At the same time, the coughing effect on Wu Xiaofu also ceased.

Both sides on the battlefield did not make any more moves, but waited silently.

Because at this moment, a more powerful slight pressure has descended on the church!

To be precise, it descended into the body of the spokesperson of the black robe.

He already had a terrifying aura, but once again he raised his height, and even Xu Fei felt strong pressure. This was a familiar and terrifying feeling.

The evil god is coming!

The black-robed spokesman was right, and Xu Fei had known for a long time that the spokesperson was the body prepared for the coming of the evil god.

It is the medium connecting the real world and the world of evil gods.

He hastened to order:
"Everyone stand back and prepare for the harshest battle, this time the enemy is stronger than ever!"

Although for the god of rat plague and disease, his rat plague authority has been weakened by Xu Fei many times, and even his ability in this area may not be stronger than Xu Fei.

However, the power of disease is still very complete.

Just now, the black-robed spokesperson completely deprived Wu Xiaofu of his fighting power with a single word, and this was a reminder to them!

He thought to himself.

After passing this level, be sure to go nearby to buy a wave of gas masks, preferably a full set of protective clothing.

Disease is such a scary thing.

Even Dong Xiaobai's [-]% dodge can't take effect on him.

Without giving the people too much time to think and prepare, a vicissitudes of life and a distant voice came from midair.

The sound seemed to come from the sewer, and it was refracted and transmitted through countless empty pipes.

"Nice to meet again, Xu Fei.

It seems that you have used my power very well, but this time, what kind of tricks are you up to? "

Looking up again, a dark green translucent phantom has gradually emerged behind the black-robed spokesperson, with a rat-headed human body, which is extremely strange.

Finally, under the big hat of the black-robed spokesman was no longer darkness, but a mouse face outlined by green light.

It looks extremely weird and infiltrating.

For this old friend, Xu Feike was not too scared.

Just a little smile:
"Do you think I still need to use those little tricks to deal with you now?"

When he said this, he seemed very confident.

Speaking of which, the God of Rat Plague and Disease is really a poor guy. Since he woke up, every development plan has ended in failure.

And most of the failures came from Xu Fei in front of him.

Although the other party's words were plain, the hatred in those words was not fake at all.

If given the chance, Xu Fei has no doubt that this guy will torture himself with the most severe punishment.

Hearing Xu Fei's provocative tone, the expression on the face of the God of Rats and Diseases became even more cruel. He slowly raised his hand, pointed at the group of people in front of him, and said two words softly:
"bleed……"

The Power of Sickness is at work again!
In an instant, including Xu Fei, a small wound two to three centimeters long appeared on the back of the hands of more than twenty people present. The wound looked like a small eye, and bright red blood dripped down the wound.

This is not over yet, and then a second wound gradually appeared.

There were no signs, no way to escape.

This seems to be a dead end!

All could feel the pain of the cracking wound and the weakness of the blood loss.

They seem to have a rare and strange disease!

Xu Fei, who was stronger, had stronger resistance, and only now had two wounds, but the weaker ordinary soldiers had already had more than a dozen large gashes.

If things go on like this, what awaits them will be annihilation!

Everyone immediately began to treat the wound in a hurry, taking out the bandage alcohol and sutures...

But how could their processing speed keep up with the speed of new wounds appearing.

"So strong, is this the power of the evil god!"

"What to do, this is too outrageous, I already have more than a dozen wounds on my body!"

"Mr. Xu, think of a way, brothers can't stand it anymore!"

(End of this chapter)