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Chapter 119 118. More like a cultist than a cultist (3000) (2/2)

Chapter 119 118. More like a cultist than a cultist (3000) (22)

In a dark room.

The crazily piled up and grown pieces of meat, constantly emerging fresh and fresh, and constantly developing towards decay, did not conform to the laws of biology at all, and could crush the common sense of biologists on the floor.

A full 100 points of filthy sanity, plus Zhao Kangsheng is already a good material, achieving the effect of one plus one greater than two.

Distortion works surprisingly well.

The bloated muscles, wrapped in pale bones, swelled and twisted, and the mouth full of sharp teeth was split open, screaming and roaring, as if crazy beasts were about to drill out of Zhao Kangsheng's originally weak body. come out.

This horrifying scene made Asakawa Yumeno, who was pretending to be dazed, almost exclaimed.

Fortunately, he finally endured it.

Even so, Asakawa Yumeno still couldn't help but glance at the man shrouded in shadows from the corner of his eye.

The other party was wearing a black robe and a black mask. His shadow was like his plaything (meow), and he was driven by it. His whole body exuded an ominous aura, and evil clouds surrounded him.

Even through the mask, Asakawa Yumeno could feel the coldness and indifference of his gaze, as if the existence under the mask was not a human being, but a monster in human form.

With just one glance, a strong chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the boy's skull.

Chaochuan Mengye thought to himself: 'Who the hell is he? '

‘Could it be that you want to fight against so many gray-robed believers with one person? '

'And why, it seems like he's more a cultist than a cultist? '

Many questions emerged from the centaur boy's heart, but he dared not move and could do nothing.

The gray-robed man in the lead didn't show any willingness to communicate, they have already called the door like this, so what's the point of communicating?

When his palm fell, the white mist wrapped the flesh and blood, and made a sharp and unpleasant "chi chi" sound.

The piece of meat that came into contact with it melted quickly as if it had been splashed with strong acid.

If it is a conventional distortion, it can be completely suppressed.

However, the current "Zhao Kangsheng" has far more potential than that!

"Roar--"

The roar of the beast came from the meat, and the blood that was full of chaos and filth sprayed out, which actually dyed the mist into blood.

Every time the mist dissipates a strand of meat, dozens of strands of meat grow out.

"How can this distortion be so strong?"

The rest of the gray-robed people didn't care about the safety of being alone at first, but continued to urge the ceremony to proceed.

However, just this mass of deformed flesh and blood made them feel a little troublesome.

When he looked at An Le again, his attention was completely different.

The men in gray robes looked at each other, and decided to deal with An Le first, and then promote the rituals.

In an instant, mist of the same origin but with different natures hit Anle—in their view, after solving Anle, the flesh and blood only needed a little time to kill.

The surging mist, like a vortex, has extremely dangerous characteristics, whether it is corrosive, sharp, or ominous... it wants to engulf this tiny black-robed figure.

The people in the gray robes practiced the power of the mist, but because of their different souls, they received different properties of the mist.

Take the mist of the leader as an example. He controls the mist of "corrosion", which is extremely lethal and extremely domineering.

This level of mist is no longer something Xiaoxiao can absorb at will.

An Le didn't panic at all. In the "empty" state, he didn't have such emotions.

The shadows are like waves, rushing out from the sea of shadows, from the corners of this room, like a tsunami coming!

Just in the blink of an eye, the black shadow and the white mist collided together, sending out an invisible roar, which sounded directly in the mind, two treacherous secret forces stirred up, cracks appeared on the wall, and even the air in the room was like Thicken up.

Asakawa Mengye felt more and more difficult to breathe through his mouth and nose, and the sacrifices whose souls had been captured beside him also showed slight pain.

Even so, Asakawa Yumeno still kept his eyes wide open, wanting to witness the result of the battle, with only a trace of hope in his heart.

'One against seven, and they are all gray-robed believers, can he win? '

Subconsciously, he doesn't believe that shadows can defeat fog, but...

What if?

The mist and shadows are like two brutal and terrifying ancient monsters, biting and devouring each other full of blood, consuming each other's strength and strengthening themselves in the most primitive way.

There is me in you, and you in me, blending with each other, as if they want to be indistinguishable from each other.

It's just that even ordinary people like Asakawa Mengye can see that the situation of court resistance only lasts for a very short time, the breath of shadows gradually fades, and is gradually eroded by the mist. Dissolved in the white mist.

The young man sighed silently in his heart: 'Yes, he is only one person, how can he be against seven gray robes? '

The black figure dissolved in the white mist, and the breath seemed to die.

The gray-robed man at the head sneered, "That's all."

"Who gave you the courage to challenge..."

But before he finished his words, there was a sudden scream from the side.

The thinnest believer in a gray robe had a fist pierced through his chest, and his heart was taken out.

"no no!!!"

He screamed: "Help me! Save me!"

This person tried to transform into mist to avoid fatal damage, but there was an aura of mist from behind him that made him afraid.

Even if this only made this person stagnate for a moment, this moment, to him, was eternity.

boom!

The heart was directly crushed by that hand, and blood spattered.

An Le said indifferently: "The first one."

The mysterious power of shadow and blood is boiling in his body together, which is several times stronger than a single [Boiling Blood]. Both the brain and the body are in an overloaded operation mode. Naturally, there are great side effects , but in contrast, the current An Le is stronger than ever!

Stimulated by the smell of blood and death, he under the mask showed a hollow and penetrating smile, and looked at the rest of the people.

Then, dragging the flesh body, it merged with the shadow again.

Someone exclaimed: "When is it!?"

Moreover, who was that figure submerged in the mist just now?

The people in gray robes began to scan the shadows in the room with vigilant eyes.

But the problem is that it is night and it is pouring rain outside the building. In other words, shadows are everywhere.

The leader said: "Don't panic, when he emerges from the shadows, there will be fluctuations."

In the next second, he said with a hideous smile, "Did you get caught by me?"

The mist directly turned into a big hand, grasping the thing that had just left the shadow in the corner, exerting tremendous force continuously.

With a "bang", under the strong squeezing force, it was like squeezing an orange with one hand, and the flesh and blood burst and scattered all over the ground.

It's just that he quickly discovered that a gray robe was stained with thick blood, like a crumpled paper ball, falling in the mist.

This is the gray-robed man who was just killed by An Le!

Another warned: "He's here!"

It's a pity that his warning was a bit late. When the gray-robed leader turned his head, he saw only a struggling arm protruding from the ground. The rest of the man had been completely swallowed up by the shadows.

"the second."

This icy voice fell on the ears of others, like the whisper of death, making people shiver.

In less than two minutes, counting Zhao Kangsheng at the door, three gray-robed believers died?

This shocking record made the gray-robed leader's heart tremble.

He thought angrily: "Damn it, if it weren't for the rituals..."

The strength of the gray-robed people is definitely not so unbearable. Each of them is at least a C-level existence, and three of them are B-level transcendents.

The ritual cannot be stopped from the moment it starts, and even if the gray-robed people who are the initiators do not promote the ritual, part of their soul and energy are continuously invested in the ritual.

'However, it's almost time...'

Frenzy flashed in the eyes of the gray-robed leader, and he was fascinated by the strange lines on the ground. That eye was already half-opened!

He made up his mind and said to the people beside him, "Sit down!"

The remaining 5 gray-robed men sat around that eye, as if ignoring the distorted flesh and blood and the peace of the servo, trying to speed up the ritual with all their strength.

And under the guidance of the mist, the remaining sacrifices, like puppets being manipulated, walked towards the center of the complicated patterns in a daze.

Asakawa Mengye knew that this was his last chance.

So he took off his disguise in an instant, picked up the blood-stained gray robe, and ran to the stairs desperately.

And those gray-robed men just glanced at him indifferently, and stopped paying attention.

For them now, nothing is more important than the rituals in front of them, and the high-quality souls they need are enough. It is just an insignificant bug, and if you let it go, you will let it go.

'Not too stupid. '

An Le, who was lurking in the shadows, commented that if Chaochuan Mengye ran out without wearing the gray robe, he would also be greeted by death.

Wearing that gray robe may not guarantee survival, but at least it increases the chance of survival.

An Le's attention to Asakawa Mengye only lasted for a very short moment.

It's not that An Le didn't want to attack the gray-robed men sitting together, but he intuitively judged that the eye made of lines was so terrifying that even he couldn't get close to it easily.

It was like falling into an invisible black hole to test the turbulent shadow before.

'The way...the way...'

Thinking rapidly, An Le searched for useful information in the memory palace.

[A large number of tortured souls, living people on the verge of death...]

[The "gate" connecting the "Land of Silence"...]

[Mysterious ancient god X...]

An Le noticed that the gray-black imprint on the palm began to emit a faint burning sensation.

That's right, in the current situation, it's not just about being able to call the Mist Mother.

This place is a carnival place for any evil god.

An Le said: 'In this case, let me see which of you is more greedy! '

The gray tentacles pierced fiercely into the mark, drawing something from it.

"Roar--"