BGM: Send seven sons

"Moo, moo, moo——"

A terrible cow cry broke through the shackles of the calm and erosive air, like a wave of water expanding and spreading, and suddenly bursting into a void on the left side of the curvature.

Feeling something, Curvature waved the stone sword in his hands without hesitation, and the red qi wave bloomed two fans around his body.

The white air rushed in, the hot air was cut through by the high-speed moving object, and almost the moment the explosion occurred, the counterattack was already launched.

"Bang Bang ——"

Two fists slammed into the sword and shield at the same time, and two huge forces surged towards the slightly thin body of curvature.

The hideous faces of two bald men were revealed in the air, the ferocity that originated from the bone marrow was like a raging bear, and a stream of crimson blood was about to leave the face and rush out.

They have a bulge on the back of their heads, but they can't make out what it is from the curvature angle.

The two men stood closest to the curvature before the explosion.

Although the bald and hairy violent group all looked similar, Curvature instinctively remembered each of their faces at first glance.

Thinking about the possible actions of the rest of the people, the movements of the curvature hand did not lag for a moment.

Before the impact occurred, he took the initiative to let go of the stone sword that had disintegrated into pieces, and the whole process was like flowing water, with the antelope hanging its horns, and he was extremely skilled.

It's not a good idea to fight with this kind of muscle mass.

Then the momentum of the two of them, the curvature of the body rotated in place, the arms naturally spread, and the fingertips were like butterflies spreading their wings.

The nails that are trimmed every week are only one millimeter long, but the red light that extends from them is twenty centimeters.

The high-pressure blood in the hot flesh tosses the two heads into the air, creating a parabola full of kinetic beauty in the air.

Only then did the curvature have the energy to pay attention to the things behind the necks of the two of them.

- It was a miniature version of a bull's head, like a large malignant tumor.

At this moment, the host is dead, and the two strange bull heads are staring at the curvature even if they are thrown in mid-air.

。。 I hadn't seen this before. That is, does it take time for them to get into combat condition?

"Cut... ”

The young man in red pursed his lips.

I don't know which "light" these people have taken refuge in, and they actually use such a strange method to improve their combat effectiveness. I guess it was also brought up directly from ordinary people, right?

Hm.。。 Although it's not bad over there.

A large mass of simmering black shadows joined together in the mist, and they made a crazy noise that humans could not understand, and with the piercing rhythm, something red was slowly wriggling and crawling out of the surface.

Whew, it's okay, it's okay.

The curvature feels a little lucky.

At least he didn't become the target of public criticism, and his arrival only officially provoked a war between the two groups.

They are very protective of each other, even if they have broken hands in their own hands, they don't dare to act rashly against the young man in red who suddenly broke in.

The three sides maintained a balance of confrontation around the large hole that expanded out of the ravine.

At present, everyone has the qualifications to break the balance first, but it is likely to be targeted by the other two.

The hot fog gradually dissipated...

The black-robed men didn't seem to see the sinister atmosphere at this time, and continued their unsolicited ritual.

The surrounding scene gradually became clearer, just in time for the curvature to see the crazy scene.

His eyelids jumped, his lips opened slightly, and he almost couldn't hold back

It was a black-robed man kneeling on the ground, surrounded by others.

The black cloth encased her whole body, and she looked like a woman, and her body was surrounded by something red like ooze—the bubbling thing that was so foaming that it was easy to think of Coke mixed with amniotic fluid.

As the ground around her bubbled up enough to fill the reservoir, the twisted liquid began to rush into her mouth and nose, and she convulsed as she snapped her neck.

The black-robed people around her vaguely surrounded her, and a thin little thing like a bamboo pole walked over under the protection of the heart, and its small non-human body quickly expanded and contracted.

A black shadow pierced into the twitching "corpse" on the ground, and the bulging skin opened open, bursting with bright red blood with a grayish floating color.

A large number of [DATA EXPUNGED] began to appear, and she [DATA EXPUNGED], and the scene was like grinding meat sauce for rough processing in a slaughterhouse, and a waterfall of blood flowed down the cracks of the organic accumulation.

Contractions, aggregation, fetal movements.

A large number of tentacles enveloped the strange fleshy body, which then formed a pulsating unknown instance.

After only ten seconds, the carcass had unfolded its form, and a face emerged from it with a tearing, wriggling, twisting, rolling sound.

"Woo woo woo !!————"

It was a short, monkey-like individual, with a human-infantile scream rolling in its throat, untold whether it was anger or joy.

It was born right across the curvature, its crimson form clinging to an unknown sticky blood, like a torn placenta—or so it was.

The little face wore a strange smiley mask.

The delighted and obedient little man barely came out of the clinged corpse, and its movements were difficult, but no one dared to help it.

The small, ugly six toes trampled on his mother's corpse, and he looked at the men with big shoulders and round waists and bull's heads on the back of their heads.

。。 In fact, it doesn't have to be a man, and the curvature vaguely remembers that there were a few bald heads with a little bit of female characteristics before.

It's just that.. These people are now generally inflated into the upper body - especially the extremely large muscular mass on the neck, the height varies from three to four meters, and the highest one is five meters to stand in the front row to lead the way.

The little thing blinked, tilted its head, and the angle of its soft neck turned to a degree that humans couldn't do.

It lifted its thin, sticky arms with the remains of strange organs, and clapped its hands above its head, as if calling for something.

A resolute cold light flashed in Curvature's eyes.

Under normal circumstances, it would be impossible for anyone to give the enemy such a long time to prepare for casting spells, and the situation in front of them was really rare, and even the group of cultists dressed as mentally deranged had been preparing for three minutes without anyone disturbing them.

If you hesitate again. Maybe both of them will have to die at the hands of that man!

Belch...

The curvature temporarily stopped leaning forward, as someone on the right moved before him.

With a loud sound that broke through the air resistance, those muscle masses flew out like cannonballs, flying vertically into the air and then falling straight towards the black-robed men who were thin and thin like dead branches.

The latter spontaneously came to the little thing, and then flew high into the air without saying a word, meeting the onslaught of the muscular monster, like a rag to fend off a missile.

Even though the ritual had caused them to lose a lot of power, the cruel will in the shadows did not stop screaming for a moment.