Hot, black-glowing steam was emanating from Macaulay's body, his head bowed, his body curled up, his mouth let out an indefatigable roar, strange green tendons burst out from all over his body, and the frenzied power that he had never felt before converged into a river, converged into a flood, and raged in Macaulay's body.

The monster gradually merges with Macaulay, and a strong "desire to destroy" is taking over his mind, which he has always liked to use his wisdom.

Click!

The frozen world suddenly began to shatter, and the first to wake up was the leader of the Holy Guidance Order, this naked young man, still following his previous state, he worked hard, smiling, holding the rotten heart and stuffing it into Macaulay's mouth.

But he was greeted with a "monster" face, and Macaulay was smiling, and laughing wildly.

The young man looked at Macaulay's somewhat distorted mouth, the silver-white teeth that kept opening and closing, and the splattering saliva, and a strange feeling emerged.

Who are we, who are the monsters?

When this doubt arose in the minds of the leaders of the Order.

"You invite me to eat, and I'll treat you back again. ”

"Boom!"

A fist wrapped in steam and swollen in a circle slammed into the young man's head after squeezing Macaulay's waist and abdomen. On the surface of the fist, the texture of the skin disappeared, and in its place was a pitch-black undertone, and a dark golden glow swirling on it.

The distance between the two was so close that the young leader couldn't dodge it at all, and his round eyes flashed panic and fear, and then they all disappeared.

Boom!

exploded, like a big watermelon, shattered by a huge force. Whether it was the skull, or the brain, or the flesh, it was all splattered in all directions as filthy "mud spots", but before it could touch Macaulay, it was burned into char by the scorching steam.

On the mountain of corpses, as well as the dozens of yellow-robed cultists on the ground, they woke up at the same time, as if they were in a state of control in an instant, and they looked at Macaulay with crazy eyes.

In the restored "Ganlin", the rotting flesh and blood flowed backwards under the warm sunlight, and in the blink of an eye, a naked and perfect body was recondensed, and the leader of the "resurrection" regained his holy, compassionate face.

He shines like a "holy being" who has come to the world to guide mankind.

"Kill him!"

When the leader's words fell, dozens of yellow-robed cultists took off their yellow robes at the same time, revealing their white and beautiful bodies, but there was no trace of self in their eyes, and they jumped down at the same time.

With the sound of "bang bang bang", through the thick yellow smoke that could no longer be polluted and the scorching steam released from his body, Macaulay looked at the mountain of corpses, in the warm sunlight, every yellow-robed cultist who jumped down.

The white flesh was stained with rotting yellow spots, and a twisted crimson spread, alienating their limbs, heads, and torsos.

The first "monster", it gasped violently, its sharp claws easily cut through the hard stone, the viscous "corpse fluid" dripping down, corroding the ground into holes, it lost its eyes, and a mouth full of sharp teeth and poisonous slime took up most of its skull.

"Hiss~"

As if it were a signal, when this saliva roar sounded.

Macaulay's eyes suddenly flashed with a glare of sunlight, and when he looked again, dozens of monsters had rushed in front of him.

The first mutant version of the "Bloodthirsty", its pair of sharp claws was about to touch Macaulay's body, and its disgusting mouth opened to the limit, and devoured Macaulay's head.

Behind it, in the dense fog, dozens of equally terrifying beast shadows pounced.

Not far away, there were only twelve survivors left on the corpse mountain, and they were also mutating, but they didn't seem to be so successful.

But there was one thing, Macaulay saw clearly.

All the "survivors", oh no, can only be called the polluted now, a part of themselves in their eyes, completely gone.

A complex look flashed through Macaulay's eyes.

Immediately, it was a wild surge of killing intent that could not be contained.

A pitch-black aura poured out of Macaulay's abdomen, as if it were alive, and quickly spread and covered the boy's entire body, and a dark golden light appeared, and unimaginable hot steam erupted.

The thick yellow smoke that originally filled the cavern was like a heavy blow at this moment.

Tropical storm-like steam swept through the cave.

"You all deserve to die. ”

Boom! Boom!

In Macaulay's roar, the first "bloodthirsty" in front of him was like a filthy piece of paper, torn apart by an invisible force, and the disgusting minced flesh did not have time to splash out, and was directly swept away by the steam hurricane, along with the other monsters in the cave.

and the "mountain" that took hundreds of mutilated human corpses.

Without the illusion to cover up, the real stench is smoked by the steam, which is enough to make people want to cut off their noses and faint directly.

On the ground, the leader of the Holy Guidance Order slowly fell from the sky.

He sniffed at the disgusting scent, his face intoxicated, and at the same time felt the terrible danger within, and above the look of holiness and pity, his eyes were entangled by the sight of the cavern.

The "bloodthirsty" who he had high hopes for are being ravaged at the moment.

No bloodthirsty person could resist a punch or a kick from Macaulay.

In the midst of the storm, a real "monster" is on a rampage, destroying the filthy and depraved lives.

Young people are caught in the dilemma of not being able to choose.

"Flee and leave at this time?, then everything I have done for Lord Gaffalo will be in vain, and it took me months to pile up the mountain of Gaffalo, and I have succeeded in electing so many believers, if I start all over again......"

"If I don't leave, can I beat this guy who doesn't know what shit luck has gone and is favored by the big guys?"

The second question was answered after just a spin in his mind.

No!

Although he gained some degree of "immortality" after believing in "Gastro", this kind of sorcery, which can gather filthy flesh and blood to be reborn at any time, does not give him great combat power.

Facing ordinary people, or transcendents who are not good at hand-to-hand combat.

Spiritual bewitchment, flesh rebirth, chanting of hymns...... These leaders of witchcraft are incomprehensible.

But if his opponent becomes a "monster" that cannot be bewitched and polluted, he will directly fall into a life and death crisis.

As soon as he thought of this, the leader casually put on his red robe and turned to leave.

"Maybe I should have chosen the 'Battle Sacrifice' instead of the Bloodthirsty Divine Servant, which made me have a significant shortcoming......"

As soon as the young man took a step, his feet froze, as if he thought of something, and excitement appeared.

"No, no, no, there's still a chance. ”

"My choice is right, only by becoming a priest can I be constantly reborn, in order to have such a perfect body, and to become a leader of believers...... Why should I fight, it is enough for me to sacrifice to the Great Him the sacrifice I found for Lord Gaffalo. ”

As for the sacrificed believers, it is their honor. ”

With a quick mutter, the young man turned back to the cave.

Below, the battle had just started for a few seconds, but it was already crushing.

Although those "bloodthirsty" can also be resurrected through the "Mountain of Gaffalo", the speed is far from comparable to that of the leader, and the amount of flesh consumed is also very huge, their number is dwindling, and the twelve tainted ones joining will not help.

The young man stood still, in a strange posture, his hands pierced into his chest, and he dug a gap, and the bright red blood "Goodo~Goo" flowed out, and the strange one did not fall, but floated in the air, and gradually converged into a "blood river" into the sky, and the strange "dark cloud" flowed away.

A low chant sounded again.

"Great Lord, Thou art the end, the beginning, and the second generation, and Thou hast created the land of Gaffalo in eternal peace...... Your humble believers pray that you will come down to this filthy, depraved world and taste this sweet sacrifice with their own mouths. ”

"Lowly believers, do not ask for the Lord's reward, but want to kiss the earth you have trodden on, and the world you have purified. ”

In the frightening prayer picture, inside the chest torn open by the young man, a delicate, thick yellow wooden boat suddenly appeared, it sailed along the river of blood towards the dark clouds, on the wooden boat, carved more than a dozen people, they were doing all kinds of crazy movements.

In the cave, as the young man chanted, he saw a "bloodthirsty", which exploded before he could get close to Macaulay, and the flesh disappeared from the sky, dying in this way, and there was no chance of resurrection.

And with the dedication of the mad believers one after another, on the wooden boat, those deranged human figures began to "come alive".

Below the dark clouds that polluted the sun, a crack was emerging, and a glowing yellow glow was falling.

A terrifying aura began to permeate.

On the ground, a hideous smile gradually appeared on the face of the youth leader.

It was as if he saw what would happen to the damned shit man when the great "Will of Gastro" came through the "ship of fools" that could sail between two worlds, and what a great reward he would receive for offering delicious sacrifices.

He was condescending, wanting to take a look at the last expression of the lame boy.

But at this moment, he suddenly realized that his head and his body were frozen.

No, it's not just that.

The whole world has froze again.

The flowing rivers of blood and the dark clouds that rained down were trying to open more cracks, all frozen by the invisible power of divinity.

In the void, a white palm poked out.

She grabbed at the "ship of fools" that came alive, the "mysterious" crack above it, the thick yellow glow struggling, trying to spill down and connect with the boat.

It's a pity that the unknown and mysterious "He" is not as powerful as the young man imagined.

With a white palm, the boat was taken from the river of blood.

Bang!

The world reopened, and the river of blood immediately turned into a sky of blood and spilled down, and inside the cave, a fist with dark golden light and scorching steam violently stretched to an incredible level, blasting up from the ground, smashing the strange dark cloud into nothingness.

The young man wanted to roar, but after the mountain of corpses and dark clouds were scattered, and the strange thing of the wooden boat was taken away, the supernatural power in his body was declining.

His perfect body began to shrink, and the flesh and skin of his body began to rot, and the diseases that had been eliminated were rewound.

The former "rotten dwarf" reappeared, stained with filthy blood, and slumped, his eyes filled with despair and resentment, and then he watched Macaulay leap up from the cave, and gradually became ...... Beg.