"Character: Hussein;"

"Status: Unknown;"

"Energy: +385 (Shadow)"

"Energy: +440 (Shadow)"

"Energy: +505 (Shadow)"

"Energy: +590 (Shadow)"

"Energy: +685 (Shadow)"

In Li Mo's Divine Pupil Technique, the energy and combat power of the mutated "Hussein" continued to increase violently. Hussein, in demonic form, can no longer be called a werewolf, but a cursed mutated puppet.

However, this kind of increase in energy combat effectiveness must not be an infinite and uncontained increase. Basically, after reaching more than 700 points of energy combat power, it is in a state of stagnation.

For Kairigan, even if Hussein is demonized and his energy combat power is almost tripled, it is not enough to see.

The Spider Empress can still crush the mutated demon in front of her.

The bloodshot and death-riddled Pure Force was already like a diffuse limb, swaying from Kerrigan's back. Like a ghost, she attacked at an incredible speed around the demonic form "Hussein".

Hussein, in his demonic form, roared and tried to rush out of Kerrigan's attack range several times, but was stopped by Kerrigan's fierce attack. Endless flowers of blood bloomed on its body.

A large number of blood maggots burst out, and although they were buried by the Shadow Force on the demonic body, these blood maggots were condensed in the blood flowers. Unless the demonic form body has no blood, these blood maggots will be in a constant stream and cannot be completely destroyed.

Half of the entire hall has been completely clogged by Kerrigan's Death Force and the Demon Shadow Force. The battle between the two sides has entered a white-hot and fierce one.

For the sake of prudence, Li Mo decided to wrap it up, and his heart called to him.

Brush!

Brush!

Medusa and the pheasant, teleported, descended to Li Mo's side.

The two female vice-gods were already moving at will, and they both made a move.

Hiss hiss...... Medusa's fingers, plucked like playing a harp, one after another, hideous, dark and thick python guards, appeared behind the demonic form Hussein.

Woohoo Blah ...... Every poisonous snake spews out venom like a thorn like an arrow.

Medusa spread her hands and spat out her red lips, and a condensed speckle of dark light, like a substance-like poisonous mist, formed a curtain that shrouded the demonic form Hussein.

The pheasant's waterfall-like hair, automatically floated without wind. After she chanted slightly, a large amount of life-related natural force rose together like a tide.

"Wind and thunder!"

The dark cyan wind swavi, like large and small blades, slashed violently around the demonic form Hussein. At the same time, in the whirlwind of the wind, thunderbolts and electric wires intertwined, exploding and tearing at the shadow force on the demonic form's body.

The three female deputy gods are fully activated, and the big move is fully opened!

At this critical moment in the battle, the demonic form Hussein could no longer bear it. It roared in pain, and the shadow force that permeated its body was sharply weakening and retreating. And the huge body is also gradually shrinking.

"Ghost Assault!"

"Thunder!"

"Deadly blood maggots!"

Li Mo joined the battle, and the starting move was to open all three moves!

Finally, the demonic form Hussein Zhou's body went up and down, and the click continued to crack. A large number of Shadow Forces are collapsing. The whole body seemed to be torn apart, and if it weren't for the remaining Shadow Force, I was afraid that it would have exploded on the spot.

"Break!" Li Mo had already stepped forward, and the ghost rushed forward again, and all the divine spiritual power on his hands was struck. It's like a cannonball that drills into the heart, hitting the soft underbelly of the back of the demonic form Hussein.

Peng, the demonic form Hussein, was finally defeated, and his body was swirled with the Shadow Force, and he fell to the ground with a bang. A large amount of the Shadow Force, like splattered sewage, spread across the ground.

"Surrender, you want to be like Hussein? and become a pile of sludge?" William yelled.

The Dark Wolf Howling Guards, who were struggling to support it, could no longer support it, and gave up the attack one after another, retreating back to William's side. Every werewolf has fear and regret in his eyes.

Boom, like a tide, the Spider Legion retreated. The Bone Warriors also completed their mission, and all of them were reduced to bones and fell to the ground. Then, as if absorbed by the ground, it disappears back into an unknown exotic land.

There was a sudden silence in the hall, only William himself, and the werewolves who had survived the bloody battle, and the heavy gasps of fear and exhaustion.

The three female vice gods had already stopped and stood elegantly behind Li Mo.

Li Mo squatted down and examined the remains of the demonic form on the ground.

Although it seems to be torn apart, this wreckage still maintains a vague werewolf mutant form. The entwined Shadow Force, like a bubbling mire, overflowed over the wreckage.

Li Mo couldn't help but stretch out his palm, and while these spilling forces were still there, he hurriedly carried out the final cleaning "wool picking", and triggered the absorption in his mind:

"I shine with the light of the Lord God on all psychic things in the world......"

An obscure and esoteric whisper swirled over the remains of the demonic form.

Silently, the remains of the demonic form turned to dust and gradually dissolved.

"Deity from the Ancient God +310......"

"Deity from the Ancient Gods +440......"

"Deity from the Ancient Gods +575......"

"Deity from the Ancient Gods +695......"

"Deity from the Ancient Gods +770......"

A large number of divine values, like a tide, surged into Li Mo's spiritual space. On the altars of the three gods, the infinite divine spiritual power is also the ebb and flow of the waves, happily welcoming the increase.

Li Mo was in a feeling of surprise and surprise.

The surprise was because this demonic form wreckage was indeed a large divine spirit as he imagined. The spirit value brought by him is simply beyond his premonition, it is too much!

was surprised, but it was because Li Mo thought of a strange idea:

"Why do demonized cursed puppets have god points on them?"

If this idea is extended, doesn't it mean that the demons from hell in the legend actually have an indelible relationship with those high gods?

Time passed slowly.

The werewolves stared at Li Mo dumbfounded, because in their eyes, the remains of the demonic form actually turned into dust in Li Mo's palm.

William looked at Li Mo and the three female deputy gods worriedly, not knowing what his fate would be next.

Finally, Li Mo's process of absorbing divine spirit points has ended.

On the ground, the bones of the demonic form had completely turned to ashes, dripping into a puddle of ash. The large amount of Shadow Force that lingered before was also trickled down, disappearing and invisible.

The "Ring of Filthy Contempt" lay quietly in the dust, flashing with an eerie light.

Li Mo picked up the ring and was about to stand up to check his divine value gain.

Suddenly!

In a puddle of ash on the ground, a distorted illusory shadow, as if pulled by something, rushed up like lightning, trying to escape.

"Thunder!"

"Thunder!"

Li Mo and Qing Pheasant launched at the same time.

A large number of thunderbolt wires formed a cage that instantly trapped the fleeing twisted shadows. And this illusory distorted shadow, like a frightened rabbit, rampaged through the cage, but it was all blown up by the thunder wires and began to become honest.

In a moment, however, the illusory shadow fell silent, levitating.

All eyes were on it.

This illusory shadow is transparent and blurry, but it looks like Hussein's own image. About the size of a baby, with the Shadow Force swirling all over his body, he looked terrifying.

But its image is hanging upside down, and the Shadow Force is like a rope that binds it. Just hanging upside down, suspended in a cage, motionless.

"Cursed Soul Bondage!!" William spoke, his eyes full of horror.

The pheasant seemed to understand what it was. She took out a parchment roll and stepped forward, blinding the illusory shadow of the upside-down hanging. Gently roll it, take it off, and wrap it in a ball.

"Your Highness, this is worth researching, and we can discuss it later. The pheasant whispered.

Li Mo nodded and stood up. At the same time, they also look inward at their own spiritual space.

Feedback balance display: 7965 (deity value)

Unexpectedly, an enemy in the form of a demon can actually "gather" so many god values. Li Mo was greatly satisfied, and he was even more curious about the secret background of the "Ancient God".

Of course, now is not the time to think.

Li Mo turned around, looked at William, and said lightly: "Now, you should know how to choose, right?"

William's face flushed, but then he nodded in frustration.

"Arrange for Orochimaru and Banba to come in, clean up the battlefield, and hold the prisoners. Li Mo commanded.

The pheasant nodded and walked out of the hall.

"Come on, Mr. William, and I'll introduce you to a man. A character that surprises you unexpectedly. Li Mo suddenly smiled and walked up the stairs first.

"Unexpected characters?" William was surprised and curious, so he had to trot a few steps obediently and follow Li Mo away.

Medusa looked at William walking away, and then smiled lightly, as if talking to herself, "If he saw his own 'biological father', what would his expression be?"

Kerrigan said coldly: "Your Highness will get a loyal werewolf, and Razor Ridge will face a gradual collapse. ”

"It's really exciting. Medusa smiled.

...............

It's still that dark swamp.

The swamp is surrounded by two cliffs, surrounded by decaying and dim woods. There was a dead silence, and there was a thick haze and fog everywhere.

There was only a decaying and broken suspension bridge that stretched out of the swamp to the end, the stone house embedded in the cliff.

On the side of the hut, there was only one window covered with dark yellow glass.

In the slightly exposed cracks of the window, there was a filthy mist and indescribable distortion marks, struggling in the air.

If you follow these distorted traces and enter the window, you can see a dark space like an alchemy room. Everywhere there were black tables, half-empty cabinets, old books floating around, and piles of bottles and cans of all kinds.

Follow these seemingly messy, but well-organized items, and continue to go inward. The scene suddenly changed to classical and elegant, presenting an antique room decorated with exquisite utensils.

I don't know how many years this room has existed, and almost every piece of utensils has traces of ancient times. On the wall, near the right, a rectangular earth-colored stone slab is suspended.

The slabs were pitted and covered with moss and rotting dust.

But on this not-so-long slab, there is a row of small golems on display.

Each puppet is the size of a palm, and its color is filthy and dull, revealing an extremely strange and mysterious texture. Almost every golem is surrounded by the Shadow of the Force Mist, and it is different.

The only thing that is the same is that each puppet hangs upside down in the air, as if cursed.

Disheveled!

A muffled sound broke the silence in the room.

One of the puppets, broken apart, turned into a pile of debris, scattered on the stone slab. Then, the mist of the Force that overflowed all of them turned into nothing.

A figure poked its head out of a rickety chair.

This is a middle-aged man with white silver hair and wrinkles on his face, but he still looks somewhat handsome. The strong contrast between the wrinkles of silver hair and his appearance makes this middle-aged man look like he has a unique temperament style.

"Hussein?

The middle-aged man stood up with a surprised expression, walked up to the stone slab, pinched the powder spilled by the puppet, and pondered it carefully.

"Well, it's a strange death. He was forced to manifest himself as a curse that had been buried in the depths, and it seemed that he had died in demonic form, and that he might have revealed our plans, what an incompetent fool!"

The middle-aged man shook his head disdainfully, and then snapped his fingers.

Poof, at his feet, a three-headed hound monster covered in wrinkles and crust, with a large amount of dark green plasma boiling and agitating on the epidermis, emerged from the mist.

"Honorable Councillor Gargamel, listen to you!" said the three-headed hound, prostrate on their forelimbs, saluting respectfully.

The middle-aged silver-haired man known as "Gargamel" pondered for a moment and said lightly: "Immediately lead your subordinates to track down the place of Hussein's death." I can only know the information, not the other councillors, you know?"

"As you wish!" the three hounds bowed, and then a dark green mist swirled as if sinking into the ground and vanishing.

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