"Something is wrong, retreat!"

Finding that something was wrong, there was more than one person, and soon, the priest who occupied a leading position in the village and respected him issued an order to let everyone retreat.

But it's too late.

These Serrens are not just here to die, but death is actually a relief for most of them, and more importantly, they can take revenge on the Tatars, even if they die, they still want revenge!

Click!

Countless strange voices sounded in their ears, and these Tatars were horrified to find that those Searles who had been killed by themselves stood up again!

The reason why they stood up, rather than came back to life, was because now the corpses of the Serrs were all shrunken and shriveled, almost only skin was left against the bones, and the heads looked like skulls, with protruding teeth and bent over the body.

No one would think these people were still alive, especially if their eyes were still red.

"The devil is the devil of the infidels!"

As a **** system, the sacrifice, which enjoys the dual right of secular and religious rule in the village, let out a terrible roar that is not like a human voice, and then pointed with his hand towards these dry corpses.

"Kill them and destroy these devils!"

The frenzy of faith caused several Tatars to overcome their fear of monsters and launched an attack on these monsters with a roar, either bullets or blades falling on the dried corpses.

Click!

These corpses seemed to be so fragile on the outside, and they were extremely vulnerable, and their limbs flew and they fell to the ground one after another, but before the Tatars could breathe a sigh of relief, they found that among these corpses, there was suddenly a blood-colored mist spreading.

The long-awaited smell of blood rushed into their noses in a violent way.

The blood mist spread extremely fast, and it was like a living thing, and it swept towards the Tatars against the direction of the wind, encompassing them all in the blink of an eye, causing a large number of ghosts to cry wolf.

Although they didn't understand what was happening, it was clear that it would not be a good thing, and the Tatars, who had been united, panicked and fled in all directions, trying to rush through the area shrouded in blood mist, but worse happened.

Those dried corpses with red eyes, in the area of the blood mist, seemed to come back to life, moving quickly and agilely, like wolves preying on them in the wilderness, and pounced on these Tatars.

"Get out of heretics, devils!"

The Tata man holding a steel fork was strong, and he was also the first to notice that something was wrong and ran wildly, and he was about to rush into the blood mist, when suddenly from his side, a thin shadow quickly pounced, and suddenly roared angrily and stabbed out.

Flutter!

The sharp steel fork stabbed this figure through without accident, and it didn't come out from behind, but what he didn't expect was that the other party seemed to have no feeling, regardless of it, the body hanging on the steel fork pulled out a terrifying hole and bit him on the neck!

Whoa!

The bright red flesh and blood along with half of the throat tube were torn off by the dried corpse, and the blood suddenly gushed out, and under the severe pain, this person suddenly burst out with all his strength, let go of the steel fork, grabbed the head of the dried corpse, and pulled it out hard!

Bang!

The decapitated corpse shook and fell to the ground, and the Tatar, who had lost half of his throat, also clutched his neck and fell down with a bang after the outburst that was like a return to the light!

At the last moment of his life, he suddenly saw that the dried corpse that fell to the ground, in addition to the wound on his chest, there was a wound in the lower abdomen that was obviously poked by a steel fork, and suddenly an indescribable emotion welled up in his heart.

"That's what it is...... Retribution?"

The divine light in his eyes, along the blood spurting out of his neck, gradually passed, and the strong body of the Tatar gradually began to shrink like a dry corpse, but the blood that spurted out of his body did not dissipate in the blood mist, but squirmed and gathered together, gradually pulling out a terrifying human form.

After absorbing the life force and blood of these hundreds of people, the blood mist began to spread at an extremely fast speed, and gradually engulfed the Tata village in front of it, and after a scream, there was no other movement.

The birds in the sky, the animals hibernating in the ground, the beasts that return to their nests at night, and even the grass and trees on the ground, all the objects that contain life force are all in the air of blood mist, either withering and dying, or undergoing strange changes.

With these subtle but endless replenishment of vitality, the blood mist completely enveloped the confines of the village, and still spread wantonly across the land, withering and dead everywhere it passed.

There were also countless dried corpses, blood shadows, and even more terrifying and strange shadows, wandering among them, with the spread of the blood mist into the distance.

"Hey, this effect is much stronger than I expected!"

......

On the high hillside where the blood mist had not yet spread in the distance, the young man with green broken hair covering his eyes took a cool breath, even with his fierceness, seeing this scene, he also felt a chill in his heart, but the other people around him obviously did not have this feeling.

"That's it, that's it, that's what we want!"

"The Great Mother of Darkness, the divine punishment of Indra, cleanses this useless and filthy world!"

Beside him, some black-robed Serles trembled with excitement, their eyes revealing a strong hatred, only the first one-eyed old man calmed down a little and took a deep breath.

"Moroha, are you ready?"

He looked at a black-robed man beside him, a burly man, more than two meters tall, with a tattoo on his forehead, opening his mouth and nodding firmly.

At the moment of opening his mouth, he could see that only half of the tongue of this big man was left, and even his cheeks had hideous scars, and his eyes were firm and full of faith.

"The Great Mother of Darkness will create a new world, and the Serles will once again become the masters of the new world!"

The one-eyed old man's eyes welled up with fanaticism, and then he hurriedly retreated with the remaining black-robed men before the blood mist came, leaving only the strong man Moroha still standing in place, standing like a statue.

"A bunch of crazy people, it's unreasonable!"

The green-haired man shook his head, this is also the reason why he chose to contact these Ser people, if he was not fierce and crazy enough, I am afraid that he would not be able to suppress this race that was already on the verge of madness, and the Indra belief that was spreading, but added fuel to the fire and fueled these behaviors, even the youth had an incomprehensible feeling.

Along with the transformed Blood Field, there are also White Scales, which the Agents believe should be one of the blood mist's derivative creatures or one of the spreading nodes, which can be controlled to a certain extent, so that it is easier to act.

But what did these Searles do?

They actually cut the bloody flesh directly from the white scales, and then buried it in their own bodies, this process alone, I don't know how many people died, and the remaining survivors had to enter the blood mist to go through the final test.

They hope that with the help of the flesh of the white scales, they can also become the manipulator and node of the blood mist, and see it as the only way to survive the punishment of the gods.

In this world, there are existences that can no longer be regarded as human beings, and there are also those who can't wait to abandon human identity and embrace the new world.