You can't get through here! ”

Heavily armed soldiers held the fleeing villagers at bay, their sharp spears giving off a chill in the sunlight. There was a commotion among the villagers, and the soldiers were also terrified, after all, the appearance of these inhabitants in front of them was really terrifying, and even some of the villagers were about to leave the human realm.

After a commotion, the Rakshasa intervened as the villagers' representative, and the soldiers sent a magician to represent them.

"I'm sorry, we can't let you pass." The magician whispered.

"Why?" Rakshasa's tone was a little agitated, "These villagers have all been attacked by the plague, and we just want to get effective treatment. ”

The magician was silent for a long time, then finally shook his head and said, "We can't let the plague spread. ”

"You mean to say that our departure will spread the plague?" Rakshasa asked angrily, "Don't you have many skilled magicians?" Is there no way to get rid of these plagues? They are all just innocent villagers, and there is no reason to be tortured like this! ”

"That's the power of the apostles." The magician sighed softly, "There is no way we can resist the power of the Apostles. ”

"So you mean that we should stay in the village and die?" Rakshasa's face was full of anger, and the magic elements were constantly stirring around him, and it seemed that it might explode at any time.

"I'm sorry, but we can only think about the safety of most people." A momentum several times more powerful than Rakshasa erupted on the magician's body, and the magic elements stirring around Rakshasa were instantly suppressed by him.

"Please don't force me to do it, if you want to force your way through, then you can't blame my men for being ruthless." The aura of dozens of magicians erupted from the direction of the soldiers, and almost every magician possessed magic fluctuations that were not inferior to those of Rakshasas. And the villagers, who had been stimulated, were in a commotion again.

"What's going on? Won't you let us get out of here? ”

"Is this for us to go back and wait for death?"

"Let's rush, rush over! Anyway, it's a death horizontal, it's better to fight! ”

……

Anger and despair were brewing among the villagers, and under this intense emotional fluctuation, many villagers' bodies changed drastically: their arms swelled violently, their skin fell off one by one, and tentacles stretched out from the villagers......

Seeing such a strange phenomenon, the heavily armed soldiers couldn't help but take a few steps back, and the strong aura that erupted from those villagers was even stronger than those heavily armed soldiers.

"See for yourself! Can they still be considered human beings in their current appearance? The magician couldn't help but whisper, "If you are allowed to leave here, ten times more people will become like them!" ”

Rakshasa was stunned, what the magician said was not wrong, no one knew better than them how powerful the power of the so-called apostles was, if they couldn't drive out the plagues on their bodies, it might be the best choice to eliminate them and prevent these plagues from leaking out.

"I'm sorry, we don't have any other choice." The magician couldn't help but turn his head away, he couldn't bear to do anything to these innocent villagers, and just whispered, "Please don't force me to make a move, you know, you will definitely not be my opponent." ”

The power of Rakshasa's whole body seemed to be drained at this moment, and the aura that had been raised to the extreme by him slowly fell, he looked at the back of the magician, and staggered towards the villagers.

"Let's go back......"

After all, the villagers still didn't attack the defense line of these soldiers, they already knew very well in their hearts that the plague on their bodies was incurable, and they also felt the aura of those powerful magicians, even if they attacked those soldiers, they couldn't change any results.

"It's terrible......" Seeing the villagers gradually moving away, a soldier couldn't help but sit on the ground, and the aura that erupted from those villagers was really terrifying, it was no longer a human breath, but full of berserk, bloodthirsty and killing instincts. The other soldiers were also relieved, but in the face of powerful elite troops, they might dare to rush forward and fight the enemy to the death, but if the enemy was a terrifying monster...... This is out of human instinctive fear, these villagers may not be as strong as the elite army, but now their appearance is even more terrifying, and the most frightening thing is that these monsters still retain some human consciousness, and they don't know whether these villagers in front of them belong to monsters or humans.

On the way back, the villagers became a lot more silent, no one was willing to say anything more, along the way, some villagers kept losing their consciousness, and Dongfang Xiao, a seemingly normal person, did not attract anyone's attention, as if these villagers ignored them.

The speed of the journey back to the village was even faster than when they came up, and the strength lost by the plague seemed to slowly return to the villagers, even stronger than when they had not been infected with the plague, and even after such continuous journey, they did not feel the slightest sense of fatigue, and by the time the villagers realized this, they had already realized that they could no longer be counted as humans.

Rakshasa, on the other hand, felt that his body was being drained little by little, and his power to control the magic elements as a mage seemed to be slowly weakening, and it seemed that a slow change was taking place, and he already knew the final result of this change, and those villagers who had lost their will were the best examples.

Eventually, they returned to the village, and in a few short days, the village had become very different from when they had left, the smell of rancid smell permeated the village, and almost all the villagers had become monsters, wandering aimlessly through the village. Nearly half of the villagers who followed the rakshasa were compared to when they left the village, and the remaining villagers could no longer bear such a scene, and nearly half of the villagers lost consciousness and joined the carnival of the monsters.

Rakshasa closed his eyes gently, rather than slowly turning into monsters, it was better to be killed by these monsters himself, but these monsters didn't seem to see Rakshasa and just wandered around the village aimlessly.

"I, have I become their kind......