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"No, stop yelling!"

A low-level adventurer who was heading into the depths of the "Bloody Wasteland" suddenly hugged his head and wailed, first kneeling on one foot, and then couldn't help but tumble to the ground, covered in mud. The sudden, eerie howl that seemed to be from a woman, was only heard for a moment, but it was as if he had been tormented by this terrible cry for a century.

The same situation is also born to many low-level adventurers who go to the Blood Wasteland, and only adventurers equipped with enchanted equipment and above level 10 can still maintain their composure.

And because the bone armor wielded enough protection, the young people who led a small group of "bone golems" were finally able to maintain their state, but they still felt palpitations, difficulty breathing, dizziness and vomiting, and even their nervous reactions became a little sluggish.

The frightened adventurers assumed a posture of vigilance as if they were facing a great enemy. After receiving this blow, many people who were originally just thinking about fishing in troubled waters and lacked strength suddenly stopped and hesitated.

"There are also brave men and hell monsters who are fighting fiercely, let's go for reinforcements!"

Several of the masters reacted very differently, and the sudden screams not only did not make them feel intimidated, but allowed them to pinpoint the exact location of the enemy.

The fastest reaction was the two barbarian masters who each led a team of mercenary groups, only to see them first make a squat and jump movement. Immediately afterwards, two ring-shaped sandstorm ripples exploded close to the ground, and for a while the sand and rocks were flying, and the earthquake was faint. The figures of the two of them had long since disappeared in place, and only the sharpened archer could see the two black dots falling towards the distant horizon.

This is followed by the Druid's Transformation Eagle or Wind Wolf, which the Mage uses teleportation or flight to catch up with.

Kasha, who led a small group of female archers of Rog, did not catch up at the first time. Instead, he half-crouched down and took a deep breath. In the direction where the howl came from, he slowly pulled the bow in his hand. The accompanying archers followed suit and made a salvo of bows.

In the piercing screams that resounded through the wilderness, the Kashya's arrows had already turned into a faint long line of magical light and shot away towards the distant sky. And the arrows shot by the other archers together were also driven by this arrow, like a flock of geese lined up in a cone under the leadership of the head goose and roaring into the distance!

This is a real line-of-sight strike with a "guiding arrow", you don't need to see the target with your own eyes, the long arrow she shoots will lead other people's arrows to aim at the most powerful and strongest object in a certain range!

After firing an arrow, Kasha glanced back at one of the black girls in the group with a slight reproach. Among the hundred-man archers, the girl was the only one who did not keep up with the rhythm of the arrows. And now her delicate face is still full of sadness and sadness, two lines of tears slowly left from her eyes, obviously aroused by the previous screams in the depths of her heart.

"I don't know what tragic past you've had, but I can be sure of one thing: you're not the worst of all the people here, at least, you don't have any permanent wounds left on you!" said Kashya, coldly, not wanting to talk too much nonsense. But this girl was the object of Sister Akara's special attention and instructions, which made her say a few more words.

"You can ask the sisters here how many of their relatives and friends have been killed by demons, how many have been abused and raped by mobs and degenerates. Or be forced to sell ** to survive like a dog,...... But none of this could make their bow-wielding hands tremble. Because they all know one thing: on the battlefield, the best tool to express your hatred is not tears. It's a weapon in your hand! The next time I see your tears, get me back to Camp Rog at once!"

"Yes!" the black girl wiped tears from the corners of her eyes. Trying to calm the disgusting memories that were suddenly rolled out in the depths of his heart, his eyes that had just been soaked in tears were quick and calm. There is no longer the slightest wavering.

In many cases, a peaceful environment can only make people's body and mind as delicate and fragile as flowers in a greenhouse, but in the face of the cruel wind and rain that is precarious, people will become strong and realize that many of the things they have been haunted and depressed in the past are actually just dispensable nonsense.

On the other side, a hundred skeleton golems still stood silently like a group of silent steel guards, soulless and emotionless, they did not react to the previous scream, just waiting for further instructions from their masters

However, after receiving this blow, with this group of bone golems, the young man who was originally full of confidence was like being hit with cold water head-on, and he had to temporarily stop to calm the uneasiness in his heart.

"Could it be the culmination of the legendary dark magic of the undead - 'Banshee's Howl'!?"

Although there were no casualties from the terrifying scream just now, it was clear that the source of the sound was too far away. And that kind of hatred and terror that directly acts on the soul had to remind him of a certain terrifying magic called "Banshee's Howl" that he had seen in the canonical records of the Guild of the Dead.

This kind of perverted magic needs to torture and torture a woman from psychology to ** in all directions, that is, in addition to torturing herself, it is best to let her watch her relatives and children die tragically and so on. And after the woman who died of hatred became a resentful spirit, she would be imprisoned and tortured with all kinds of black magic, while repeatedly eroding her sanity with terrifying illusion magic. This process often continues for decades without interruption, until the female resentful spirit becomes a killing machine with nothing but resentment and ruin. Although the process is more troublesome, the rewards are also very considerable. Once unbound, the spirit would let out a terrible howl to kill all the creatures she saw, and the resentment and anger of the long torment were enough to make her hate the whole world through and through. Of course, the disadvantage is that the lethality does not distinguish between friend and foe, which is equivalent to a bomb with a wide range of damage.

And the stronger and firmer the soul and will of the woman who is killed, the better the effect, so it is usually used as the "raw material" of a female mage, a female knight or a nun. The nun is particularly effective when she is firm and pure, but it takes a longer time to prepare, when countless prayers are not answered. After being completely desperate in the endless cruel torture and transformed into gods who spit on and even hated their beliefs, the enormous stress caused by the distortion and collapse of faith even has a considerable chance of penetrating the divine shield. As for why this magic has to be used by women, it is probably because of some differences in the psychology of men and women. After all, men are more inclined to use violence than screams to vent their resentment and anger.

And when the aftermath of the already extremely weakened howl reached the Log camp under the protection of the Light, it could only provoke a subtle fluctuation that was almost imperceptible. Almost everyone inside and outside Camp Rog was unaware of this. I don't know.

Only Akara in the Silverdome Nunnery seemed to have sensed something in advance, and summoned all the nuns in the Rog camp to start praying,

The holy light in the convent gathers one by one, from small to many, from like to strong. The hammer-shaped pendant that had been hanging from Acala's chest slowly floated and grew up bathed in holy light, which was the most sacred relic of the Blind Sisters - the hammer of Jabasar!

The holy light was dazzling, and the dazzling light rose to the sky, breaking through the inky clouds of the sky. Straight into the depths of the bloody wasteland.

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In the depths of the Blood Wasteland, after the short-lived nun phantom completely disappeared, the entire "Blood Wasteland" fell into a strange dead silence. Although there was no earth-shattering scene, the fierce monsters that were originally alive and kicking all stopped moving, like a frozen statue. Even Wang Zong stopped attacking the altar, his eyes obviously in a state of trance. There was no sound at the scene except for the strange and terrifying noise of the "hellfire" that burned more vigorously and vigorously, which seemed to be an evil salute.

Since a qiē was only born in a very short moment, the remnants of the ball lightning still exploded one after another, when the dazzling electric light diffused. The bodies of the hundreds of stiff monsters at the scene all took on a dull and lifeless dead gray, with unpleasant wisps of green smoke emitting outward.

Most of these monsters have thick skin and thick flesh, and their bodies are invulnerable, and their elemental resistance is quite high. But after a "banshee's howl", they all died on the spot, and their souls died. Naturally, the ** who lost his life could not withstand the electrocution.

The formation laid down by Saito Kazubu also stopped working almost at the same time, and Aobai was not destroyed because of this. But his body was also in a drunken state that could barely stand still, and it was obvious that Saito's strong impact on his divine thoughts could not control him for a while.

This was followed by the sound of heavy objects slamming into the ground as dense as a torrential rain. The large number of blood eagles that had originally covered the sky for several miles were almost gone, and they fell uncontrollably like raindrops. The lethality of this "Banshee's Howl" is so wide that you can imagine it!

Immediately after that, there was a flash of lightning, and the blue-skinned monster had just used its teleportation ability to escape far from the center of the "Banshee's Howl", and now it had teleported back again. Coming and going, it is faster than the blink of an ordinary person's eyes. And this time, countless strange patterns of different lengths appeared in the free blue electric light, and they quickly arranged and combined, forming a circular giant ring filled with faint blue phantom light.

This is a portal, a one-time portal made of electric magic!

An incomparably huge and hideous iron ball suddenly appeared from inside the portal with a bits of blue light like stardust, rumbling and tumbling head-on towards Wang Zong.

The diameter of this bloodstained iron ball is half a meter, and the surface is full of three-edged iron thorns the thickness of a baby's arm, the diameter is close to one meter, and its hideous form and strong bloody aura are enough to make people fear and horror from the depths of their souls at the first sight. There are strange and complex magic patterns on the surface of the iron ball, and each iron thorn is also flashing with various enchantment lights of different strengths, which are attack attributes such as armor piercing, heavy attack, tearing, knockback, and stun.

A thick chain stretched out from within the portal, the end of which was attached to the iron ball, and it was this chain that drove the iron ball to spin violently like a powerful crusher, and smashed towards Wang Zong with a whirling wind as violent as a lion. Each spike of the iron ball was violently tearing through the air, making a heart-rending and mournful whistling. The ground cracked a deep trench along the path of the iron ball, and the torn earth stirred up endless dust. A group of zombie monsters that had just died collapsed and shattered one after another, like a miniature snowstorm.

Then there was a splash of blood. Wang Zong's figure swayed in the wind. Purely instinctively, the dodge and unloading caused the head-to-head iron ball to graze his left shoulder, leaving only a few bloody drains on his shoulder. The beads of blood that were supposed to return to the wound immediately and spontaneously incinerated in the flames of hell. And those flames are still desperately burrowing into the wound, preventing the wound from healing itself.

The Spiral Iron Sphere, which had changed its direction slightly, saw that it was about to explode to the ground, setting off a burst of spread in all directions. A sand storm that can completely change the terrain in a small area. But the iron ball suddenly stopped castrating in the air, and the iron chain first collapsed straight, and then rolled backwards like a poisonous snake, pulling the iron ball back with an unimaginable brutal force. And the person who dragged the iron ball back was also driven by the huge momentum of the iron ball, and rushed out of the portal like a cannonball.

Immediately after him rushed out was a heavily armored warrior who was more than two meters tall and heavily armored like a small steel fortress, and the Gothic helmet with sharp spiral horns covered even his face, revealing only a fierce and fierce pupil from the T-shaped gap. Tough and red-hot steel!

The thick chains attached to the iron ball were wrapped around his right arm more than a dozen times, almost completely obscuring his arm and shoulder armor, revealing that the iron ball was the giant chain hammer he was wielding. At this time, under his brute force pull, not only was the iron ball driven by the iron chain to smash back against him, but he himself also crashed straight into the iron ball uncontrollably.

However, the heavy armor and the chain hammer collided head-on in the air, but there was no loud noise, and the side of the iron ball that came into contact with his hands quickly softened, and even the hideous spikes turned into soft tentacles, completely fused with the chains and armour wrapped around his hands.

In the case of "man hammer in one". The iron ball became larger, the spikes were sharper and more hideous, and not only that, but the front end of the iron ball suddenly opened a giant eye with the same metallic luster. began to look at the whole world with a sinister evil eye.

A golden and iron-colored aura mixed with the energy of violent depravity flashed from the body of the heavily armored warrior, and this aura was like a huge convex lens, reflecting the warrior's figure and weapons even more burly. But there doesn't seem to be any change in appearance. But one thing is certain—the strength of the warriors has really increased by two or three times out of thin air!

This is the "aura of power". A "power aura" that allows you and your companions within a certain range to amplify and multiply their power out of thin air!

There was no shouting, but the heavy, iron-smelling breath rattled the T-mask. The heavily armored warrior held a huge chain hammer high and smashed it down on Wang Zong's head. The smash was as unfacious as a blacksmith smashing a hammer into a felt. But it contains terrifying power and absolute degree! It is precisely because the attack method is so simple that there is almost no room for a delicate block and unloading move.

Before the hammer arrived, the irresistible violent force had already cracked the ground within a radius of thirty meters. The shock wave also set off a huge wave visible to the naked eye, and the violent air fluctuations were like a heavy 10,000-pound giant hammer, which was enough to make the bodies of ordinary people within tens of meters seem to be crushed by a heavy tank, and the internal organs squeezed the muscles collapsed, and the bones were shattered and died!

The earth shuddered. The heavily armored warrior's body first burst out in an instant with another aura of aura in the shape of pins and needles, permeated with a strong sense of hatred and revenge, and then flew backwards with a hammer, like a flat-flying meteor that crashed deep into the surrounding higher strata and still did not stop castration. In the direction where he fed, he could only see the skyrocketing mud and sand with a tsunami-like roar, from near to far, shoveling straight through the bloody wilderness with an ugly scar that deeply tore through the earth, and spread for a mile before stopping castration.

And before he could fly back, the armor on his chest had sunk deep into a palm print that was enough to crush his lungs. Wang Zong's response was also very simple: just met the hammer with his left hand, and shifted all the power of the giant hammer with his right hand to counterattack the heavy armor warrior.

Although he was in a state of temporary distraction due to the close-range impact of the "Banshee's Howl", Wang Zong's counterattack against the enemy had been completely trained into physical instinct, and when attacked, his body was able to make the most effective offensive and defensive moves without thinking.

However, this kind of offense and defense lacks thinking and judgment after all, and it is inevitable that it will suffer under some strange rule abilities. At the same time, the same thrilling fractures and collapses also appeared in his own chest, and the blood that was instantly extremely oppressed in the chest cavity even broke through his mouth, nose, eye sockets, and ear holes, and shot outward into a misty blood mist around his head, and crackled under the flames of hell!

This is the "Thorn Aura", which doubles the physical attack received to devour the opponent's Thorn Aura!

As described in the Book of Light, "A tooth for a tooth is sometimes not enough, the messenger of the light needs to be careful, the punishment will follow, and the power that attacks the light will be punished by justice hundreds of times over!"

Although the "Thorn Aura" is actually not capable of attacking and counterattacking Cheng Dù a hundredfold, the highest-level "Thorn Aura" is still enough to attack and counterattack ten times in violation of the laws of physics! That is to say, within the scope of this kind of Cheng Dù's aura, hitting the owner of the "Thorn Aura" is equivalent to hitting oneself with ten times the strength! Of course, if you make a long-range attack outside the range of the aura, it is not subject to this limit, but because of the highest-level "Thorn Aura" The range of effect is more than 30 meters, and it is impossible to avoid it in the case of a melee explosion.

This heavily armored warrior is clearly a fallen paladin, and ironically, his aura power can still be used as usual, but the "Thorn Aura" is no longer "righteous punishment" but "evil revenge"!

But now Wang Zong is only injured, and this injury must not be considered serious, if it is not for the containment of the hell flames, it will only take a breath or two to recover. But at the same time as he and the heavily armored warrior's body suddenly separated, an arrow that shimmered with a thrilling dark red depraved energy silently shot into his sunken heart.

The arrow was fired almost from a distance out of sight, and flew silently. However, this does not mean that the kinetic energy of this arrow has been exhausted, in fact, under the action of a wonderful rule, the air resistance encountered by this arrow during flight, and even the whistling wind force that disturbs the air, are all reversed and turned into the power of the arrow's flight. In other words, as long as the material structure of the arrow can withstand it, and with enough distance, its flight degree and kinetic energy will continue to accumulate to an inconceivable, uncatchable, and irresistible terrifying level!

At the same time, an equally thrilling light also began to flash in Wang Zong's eyes. In less than a few seconds, the negative impact of "Banshee's Howl" on his mind has completely disappeared!