With the crimson rain of fire dripping down, the thick mist of plague enveloping the battlefield, and the legendary power colliding with each other in the sky, it was obvious that Crabs was completely at a disadvantage, and his situation was extremely difficult.

"Revenge? Mankind? Roderick looked at the human-like plague legend in front of him, and the dark green plague monster behind him, and smiled casually, but his expression became colder and colder.

The kingdom of Beślik waged countless plundering wars every year, causing endless killings, and occasional human revenge only caused losses to small tribes.

But this guy in front of him was able to set off a plague plague, not only destroying the garrison of Blackwood Province, but also almost completely destroying the Cockel tribe.

"May you hold on to my lord's punishment!"

Roderick no longer hesitated, and was ready to strike with Jennansen and Shu Daya to capture each other, otherwise once the attention of the Abomination of the Plague God came here, things would come to an unending situation.

The spirit is condensed, and the shackles are gradually formed.............

Crabos looked at the three legends in front of him, his crazy expression was full, he knew that he was just a newcomer to the legend, even if he didn't know the gap between the legends, but three against one, he didn't have any hope for himself in such a battle.

Tied up? I'm sorry for the many people who died in vain, I still have room to struggle!

Poof!

Kraberth raised his rotting right hand and stabbed it into his heart, the pain tearing at his nerves, and he resisted the throbbing dark green orb of plague.

His left hand gently caressed the plague monster that leaned over, and the face of the faintly familiar monster showed a little green tears.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Marshall, for turning you into what you are....... Regret, I won't, at least I've had some lizardmen and gnolls buried for our Forsbyro Fortress, haven't I? ”

"You don't blame me? ..... Thank you so much, Uncle Marshall! Crabs drew the Plague Ball firmly from his heart with his right hand, his rotten face twitching, the nerves of the pain at that moment.

Looking at Uncle Marshall, who was gradually detached from his body, he knew what he was doing, just like the gnolls who had fled from Forsbero Fortress with him and faced the pursuit along the road alone, even if he was scarred, he never flinched;

It's also like in Limontanlu, in that cold city, where there is no humanity, where there are so many ugly faces of interest, only Uncle Marshall can feel a touch of warmth and kindness by his side, including the lifeless people he met when he returned to the fortress.

Thundered!

A violent explosion rang out, and a viscous dark green liquid splattered into the void, blowing away the condensed spiritual shackles, and even revealing a trace of a gap in the triangular encirclement.

"Sad fate, sad life!"

"But my revenge is not yet complete, how can I die, I won't die here!"

"Ahhhh

The blood stained his chest red, the green ribs and broken internal organs were clearly visible, and Crabs held the trembling plague ball tightly in his right hand, and there was a touch of blood and indifference in his pale pupils, as if he saw Marshall's last smile dissipating in front of heaven and earth, it was care and warmth.

"It turns out .... It turns out that I haven't forgotten my humanity, but I don't want to ..... like this."

Crabus held the Plague Ball aloft aloft as the devil whispered in his ears, as if pouring out something to make him know why.

Dark sacrifice, ridiculous, that's not at all!

Abomination of the god of plagues!

Abyssal Evil God!

Seeds of Despair of Plague!

And the content of the contract he signed, sacrificing life and soul to gain power!

"I, Krabersnakul, chant your true name, Gralas, the god of the abomination of plagues, and pray to gain your power and slay the enemy in front of you!"

The true name of God is the imprint engraved in the depths of their souls, a unique representation of the time and space that remains in this space, and once the person who recites it imagines the full image of God, as well as the nature of God's power and the deeds that remain in the world, it will arouse God's gaze.

Now, that's what Krabers did, but he hadn't seen the image of the god of the abomination of plague at all, but he had the power that the other party had given when he signed the contract, and he didn't know if he could attract the god's attention.

From Marshall's self-explosion to Crabs chanting the true name of the plague-hating god, it was nothing more than a split second.

"You filthy human scum!" Roderick didn't expect this, his face was slightly frightened, he didn't expect that the power generated by the explosion of the plague monster was somewhat special, it could affect the soul, and he didn't notice it for a while, and was slightly shocked for a while.

But during this time, the plague legend actually directly recited the true name of the god, didn't he know that the god would not cast his eyes for no reason?

Click! Click! Click!

The plague ball held high by Crabus slowly cracked, and some kind of majestic power overflowed in this void, and the plague canopy showed a state of madness in front of this force, and the raging flames gradually extinguished, but the plague army still did not stop, continuing to crush the body, and countless wisps of green mist merged into the plague canopy.

The sudden power of the arrival made Roderick feel extremely depressed, like a mountain in their hearts, slightly out of breath.

Even the power projected by a god with weak divine power is not something that ordinary legends can resist!

"Haha..... Ha ha... Die... Die! Looking at the three lizardmen legends in front of him who were in a state of stiffness, Crabus laughed maniacally, spilling blood and staining his body red and rotting.

[Abomination of the plague is rampant]!

A dark, dark glow burst out like the sun, radiating from Kraberth as the center, raining down a viscous green liquid over a large area.

The plants of the dense grassland liquefied, withered, fell to the ground and began to dissolve, and countless plague-infected people began to flow from their bodies**, flowing green fluid from their gums, eyes, noses, and other soft tissues, and the pustules on their bodies exploded, shedding pieces of flesh and blood.

The area within the area of the thick and terrifying plague soon filled with an incomparably foul smell, and the white maggots that spawned spread in all directions, devouring blood and shattering corpses.

More than that, Crabs himself, including the three Lizardmen Legendary powerhouses, all began to show signs of decay and decay.

"Get out of here, hurry up, get out of this area!" Roderick immediately shouted loudly when he saw the dark glow of the sun appear, but the thoughts transmitted to his body through his nerves could not be carried out, and the extreme repression made his body stiffen and move unusually slowly.

Turning his head to look at Jennansen and Shudaya, the two lizardman priests in their field of vision were even more unbearable, with green liquid flowing from their eyes and nose, spreading to their necks and bodies.

Damn it. Roderick realized that something was wrong, that it was a true divine skill from God, embedded with the power of God, not a divine magic obtained through prayer.

"Whew~Whew~Whew!"

Rodrique's breath was growing in the face of the growing plague, and he clearly felt the weakness of his body, and he realized that he could not hesitate any longer, otherwise the oracle's trip would be interrupted here.

The trembling right hand reached into the golden-red robe, and the skin that was originally covered with hard scales began to slacken, and occasionally a few scales dragged off, taking away a little bit of flesh and blood.

A broken half-cut blade was slowly taken out from the inside, a very ordinary appearance, with many gaps in the broken blade, and dense cracks spreading from the end to the tip of the gun.

Roderick stared at the half-cut blade in front of him, his expression extremely fanatical. The hymn of praise sounded, in a vast and rugged style, and then he danced softly in mid-air, an ancient celebratory dance, more like a sacrifice.

Buzzing! Buzzing!

The half-cut blade trembled inexplicably, wisps of blood-colored aura tore through the spatial barrier, and white traces were faintly visible, and then there was a great power that seemed to cross countless realms and suddenly descended, the viscous green liquid slowly stagnated, and the surging spirit on the three of Roderick guided this appearance power, locking the area where the plague ball was located in the field of vision.

[Blood Samuel Anya's Spear]!

Under the night, the scarlet light exploded in the sky like fireworks, and the squirming scarlet energy on the half-cut blade condensed into the finished body, the broken gap at the blade slowly healed as if it had life, and the obscure runes flickered non-stop.

In the plague canopy, the crimson spear flipped like a dragon, causing a violent tidal wave of energy, and the blood flowing in the emerald green fields was guided by some kind of direction, levitating three feet above the ground, and then evaporating, merging into the red wave of the sky. At the same time, an illusory lizard figure appeared behind the spear, as if holding the spear tightly, twisting its body and throwing it at Kraberth.

Thundered! Thundered!

The pitch-black sky seemed to break into two pieces in an instant, the surging dark plague surged, the scarlet blood tide swept up, and endless collisions occurred in the sky above the Blackwood Province, the energy of annihilation continued to emerge and dissipate, and there were even invisible waves of qi that directly tore apart the plague infected gathered in the field, and a large area of flesh and bones surged into the distance and disappeared into the night.

"What's going on............ Why are spells blocked? Why ......" The madness of Crabs' rotten face had not yet dissipated, and he muttered to himself as he looked at the blinding light above the sky.

The overflowing power tore at his body, and his already rotten body fell off large pieces of flesh, and the white bones were exposed, and dots of green like mildew dotted the surface of the bones, and even the organs and limbs were partially gone.

"Huh..... No....... It's not over yet, I'm not dead yet..... The plague continues..... Seeds of despair, let your emotions unleash and bring about real calamity! ”

Crabus grabbed the shattered orb of plague and took his last breath to plunge into the wave of plague below, even if the power of the great shore destroyed the plague infected below, there was still a steady stream of people from afar, who followed the direction of their hearts.

After the tea effort.

"Ahem, ahem!" Roderick wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, but fortunately with the protection of half of the blade, they did not suffer much backlash, but in the violent collision just now, they lost the breath of the plague legend.

Death? Fall?

No, it won't. Roderick denied his inner thoughts, since they could survive the collision of divine powers, then why couldn't the other party?

Looking around, it didn't see any trace of the shattered Plague Orb, and if the guess was right, it was likely that the artifact was a replica of the artifact possessed by the Abomination of the Plague God, and its quality was not low!

"Jennansen, have the surrounding magic alarms been triggered?" A look of greed flashed in Roderick's eyes, and he asked the weakened companion beside him.

"A few places have been triggered, and the magic alarm to the east has been destroyed." Jennansen rubbed the green liquid on his face, the power of the Abominating Plague God was not so easy to expel it, after all, it was the Abyss Evil God! All it could do was forcibly suppress the remaining plague in its body, and wait to return to the temple and bathe in the divine power of the lizardman god.

"Shall we go along?" After hesitating, Jennansen said with a little worry.

"The content of the oracle is to find the source behind the plague, the target has been found, and we have been seriously injured to the brink of falling, why give up?!" Roderick said softly, as if telling the truth, and then turned his gaze to Shudaya.

"It's not the royal capital of the Stoke Kingdom, and without that old guy from Craigie, if we hurry up, we can return to the temple soon."

"Let's go! I can't wait to see the tragic sight of his death! Shu Daya nodded slightly, and flew directly into the air, flying quickly towards the east.

Roderick followed, leaving Jennansen alone here, there was no way, it sighed lightly and followed, I don't know why, it saw a touch of blood in the prophecy spell that was also cultivated, was it the brilliance of my lord? Or is there a mortal danger?

The remaining tide of energy still lingers in the sky, half red, half green, and has not dissipated for a long time.

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Limontanlu, Royal Palace of Valrante.

In the depths of the night, the illuminated St. Bernal Palace dots the vast ancient complex, with marblestone, black jade and glazed walls reflecting the moonlight, and finely patterned marble columns supporting golden spires.

Guy sat in front of his throne, facing the table covered with white papers, written in countless handwritings, large and small, and ice blue hair hanging down to hide his face.

"Your Majesty, there are strong spell fluctuations coming from the direction of the Blackwood Province, and it is suspected that the legendary spellcaster is fighting." In the shadows of the doorway outside the palace, Jasper stood quietly.

After a long time, Guy raised his face slightly, a faint frost spilled out of his eyes, and said indifferently: "Don't pay attention, what we have to do is wait, wait for the outcome of the war between the Besilik Kingdom and the Elanfaro Empire." ”

"Yes!" Jasper whispered, I don't know why, he felt that Guy had changed inexplicably recently, strange? Dangerous? I can't say it, maybe it's the after-effects of his previous legendary powers, but he was always a little uneasy, and the choices Guy had made recently were contrary to the kingdom strategy he had set in the beginning. "Maybe I'm thinking too much........"

On a cold night, a breeze drifted into the Palazzo San Bernard, blowing the white paper on the tabletop, and by the bright moonlight, three words were faintly visible.

"I ..... Be..... Who ......"

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The bottomless abyss.

The nineteenth abyss, the abyss.

When the Plague Ball shattered, an unknown consciousness rose in the central region of the Abyss of Abomination, and a piercing female voice echoed across the red sky.

"Who is it .... Who is it... Dare to thwart our plans........."

"It's ....... This blood force....... It's Samuel Anya guy .... The god of the lizardmen.... I remember you......."

It is rumored that Grelath, the god of the plague abomination, is a very vengeful god of the abyss, who will turn hatred into madness, so most of his followers are extreme and emotional.

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