The Minotaur Wren Bloodhoof was once again betrayed by Drow and abandoned.

Even a few days ago, they had warmed each other.

A few hours ago, he had just saved their lives, and in the follow-up operations, he has been playing a role in protecting them.

They were intercepted by a flesh monster reinforced from the flank.

Then there is the endless battle, and perhaps the strength of most flesh monsters can only be considered average, but there are too many of them.

What's more, after they are cut off, the super activity of the flesh often only takes a short time to allow them to split into more individuals.

And these small pieces of individuals can occasionally recombine into new monsters through some unknown means.

The only way to destroy them is to completely evaporate them with energy, or to dissociate them with spells that prevent them from maintaining the conservation of matter.

From this point on, it seems that those mechanical structures are more restrained by them.

Unfortunately, their small team, which had been broken up and regrouped in the central hall, was not a kitchen knife team, but the magic skills of the two Drow priests were completely useless.

It was when Wren felt that he was about to burn out, and looked back and was about to shout at them to evacuate first

only to find that there were no teammates behind him

Although he was used to it, every good fortune allowed him to escape from a desperate situation.

But this time, it seems unlikely.

Just when Wren decided to greet the death of a minotaur warrior with honor, he found that the flesh monster had stopped.

Covered in blood, Wren was held on the shoulders by a burly flesh giant, and slowly walked towards the unknown place with the winding emergency passage.

Originally, he thought he would die of bleeding, but the flesh monster's neck was actually split from it, and a woman with no skin who also looked strange came out.

With her arthropod-like hands, she unleashed a cloud of plastic flames, and in a very brutal manner, smoothed out all the bleeding for him.

After doing this, she glanced at Wren and said something extremely tongue-twisting, and then drilled back in.

Wren knew it was probably Nether.

Unfortunately, he didn't understand.

But even if you understand it, you can't change your fate.

He was half-asleep and half-awake all the way, and finally came to an empty place full of flesh and blood.

It was vaguely visible that it was in front of it a large training center, and countless large transparent glass jars hung from the ceiling, which was also covered in flesh and blood.

And in these glass jars, there were countless creature with red fruits floating, and just as he passed by one of them, Wren's eyes suddenly widened.

It was the most unlucky of them all, the Drow Dancer who was the first to be captured.

The reason why he can still recognize her is that he has lived in Gerthorn for more than ten years. For some outstanding people who have special habits and have had many in-depth exchanges, they can always remember some special logos.

For example, this shadow dancer tattooed two crossed scimitars two inches under his umbilicus, which impressed the cow.

Each time he cultivated, the two drow scimitars also swollen and wriggled, as if they had turned into the jaws of a poisonous snake, gradually devouring his huge prey.

But at this moment, this old friend, except for the tattoo, is almost unrecognizable.

Her body had swelled to be stronger than that of a minotaur, and her originally rounded forehead was at least three times taller.

The eight compound eyes that were originally cloudy and desperate showed a trace of excitement the moment they saw the minotaur who was also brought, as if they were still counting on the minotaur to save her.

However, after realizing that his old friends would also be unable to protect himself, the eight eyes returned to dead silence.

Wren also showed a sad look of the rabbit dead fox, maybe it won't be long before he will become a similar flesh monster.

Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly saw that not far away, the pair of priest sisters who had just abandoned him had also been arrested.

I don't know if it was because they took a shortcut, or because the flesh giants who transported them were blocked by the constructs on the way, they were more like they arrived here first.

One of them, the terrified Drow Sister is picked up by an expressionless flesh monster and ripped off her priest's robes and all magical jewelry.

The process was also extremely rough, they would not pity the jade, and naturally they would not let go of the two golden rings in front of her, which caused Pastor Drow to let out two sharp screams in succession.

But her voice was soon drowned out by another extreme pain.

A tube of scarlet fluorescent potion was stabbed directly into her delicate skin and forcibly injected into it.

The injected area begins to distort at a rate visible to the naked eye, and the skin quickly dissolves and peels off, revealing the muscle texture that has also begun to grow thick and thrive.

Her original skin seemed to be unable to accommodate the gradual growth of the body, and it was directly broken.

She was clearly one of those unlucky people who were more rejective to the potion.

Obviously, many creatures around him who had been injected with potions could barely maintain their human form, but she was alienated into half a monster at the first time.

But she can't be regarded as a failure, but if she is alienated in advance, her growth potential in the later stage should not be as good as the latter.

It was still tossed into a glass jar that appeared to contain some kind of corrosive, bright yellow liquid.

Drow, who had become semi-alienated, began to convulse violently as soon as he was thrown in, looking miserable.

After dealing with Sister Drow, Sister Drow had just been ripped off her robe and gestures, and she finally collapsed when she saw that she was about to follow in her sister's footsteps.

The frightened Drow cried as he snatched the emblem and shouted wildly

"Grant me strength, save your servant!"

At that moment, I don't know if Rose really sent down a divine gift, or if she triggered some mechanism after she sacrificed all her faith power in despair.

Her body began to swell suddenly!

But unlike her sister, she turned into a giant spider drow in just a few seconds!

Then he bit off the head of the flesh monster who wanted to inject her, and tore the monster behind him who tried to imprison it to pieces.

The skullless body and the shattered flesh began to wriggle again, but it took time for them to regrow new tissue.

However, the actions of this arachnid drow instantly activated the defense mechanism of this flesh lair, and countless flesh monsters poured in from all directions.

Just before they were about to bring destruction, the arachnid drow, who still had some sanity left, looked at his sister, who was already worse than dead.

Sister Drow's eyes reappeared with an inexplicable look

She wanted to die

Perhaps, after dying at this time, her faith can still bring her soul back to Rose's kingdom of God in the abyss.

The arachnoid drow seemed to grasp what she meant, and bit down on her neck, injecting a venom similar to digestive juice into it.

Then there was a look of relief in my sister's eyes, and then it burst open with a crackle, turning into a puddle of corrosive green venom.

Then, a strangulation that was doomed to the end began.

The Minotaur Rennes, who witnessed this scene, also had red eyes, not because he felt pain because of the successive deaths of his friends.

He was so good with him in Gerthorne, and every once in a while he would disappear for all sorts of strange reasons, wouldn't he have to wash his face with tears all day long?

He didn't want to end up in the same way!

He's a minotaur!

His only ending is to die on the battlefield!

"Blood and Thunder!!

Wren's sick body instantly went berserk, and countless blood lines splattered out of his bursting veins.

The instantaneous resurgence of power allowed him to break free from the flesh giant's restraints, smashing the firefighting device on the wall with one elbow, and breaking the fireproof crowbar.

Turning around and slashing at the momentum, the sharp tip of the hammer smashed the flesh giant's head.

"Moo!!"

The bloodied minotaur wielded the holy sword of physics and instantly turned into a god of war!

But he was seriously injured after all, and the bloodline madness could not last.

Just as the minotaur god of war was about to die in battle, his bull's eyes suddenly widened.

Because he suddenly found a half-dragon gnoll with four females, who had sneaked in all the way in the chaos, as if they were looking for something.

The minotaur with a bloodshot head thought that this group of people was looking for a rescue from his lost and powerful teammate, and he was instantly moved.

Unable to care about anything else, he shouted loudly while waving his hand

"Your Majesty Hogg! No need to look for it! Old Niu I am here!

Levi vomited blood instantly!