The stitching monster retracted the baton, and turned his head to find that all the zombies had been cleaned up, and he had been surrounded.

There was no despair, no anger, no war, no roar, not the slightest emotion, still without a word, still so silent, he dragged the iron rod and silently strode towards the monks.

Call!

A black light flashed, and a head was gone.

Call!

A severed arm clutching a sword flew up.

Call!

A monk flew into the sky in a pool of blood.

Call!

A shattered corpse flew out clutching an equally broken sword.

Call!

A brilliant white light mixed with flesh and blood exploded.

The heavy iron rod in the mixer's hand danced like straw, and a whirlwind of death blew in it, leaving behind more than a dozen mutilated corpses and seven or eight groaning monks.

Finally, with a thud, the Stitch Monster stopped and fell to his knees, his knee pierced by a sword.

During the battle, the Stitch Monster had suffered too many wounds, his tall, strong, giant-like body had been stabbed into a sieve, and there were wounds everywhere, charred flesh everywhere.

The original heavy armor has been completely distorted, and if it weren't for him, I'm afraid it would be completely unrecognizable that this is still a piece of armor.

And the sword that pierced the knee was only the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The stitch monster gasped violently, struggling to get to his feet.

A Bible of doomsday prophecy flew sideways, like a sledgehammer slamming into the stitching monster's chest.

The armor completely shattered, and various fragments flew out.

The stitch monster fell to the ground on his back, and yellow liquid flowed from various parts of his body that were sutured.

——bong——

A flower of flesh and blood was born.

The monk who took the lead had an ugly face, he never thought that a patrol would be so badly damaged.

The Monastery of Doom is not a single monastery, but a combination of dozens of monasteries that share a belief in the Angel of Doom and are also in fierce competition.

He was angry, but he didn't know how to vent it.

He was a little sad, but he couldn't express it.

The feeling of grievance, hatred, and wanting to destroy everything lingered in his chest, and he stood for a long time before exhaling: "Let's go." ”

The cart drove towards the center of the city with a stunned man, and the monk at the head walked forward with a deep and shallow foot, his bald head still shiny, but his back was unconsciously leaking, and he looked a little bleak.

They're all good boys!

The eyes of the monk at the head condensed, those young men, but he grew up watching.

Before he knew it, his belief in the Angel of Doom was shaken.

This kind of thing is still happening in this city.

Yes, the city was destroyed, and even the White Devil, the pillar of the empire, was killed.

However, after all, this is the largest city in the mainland, and there are countless masters in it, and there are also countless wizards, and the population is as high as one million.

White devils, can be killed.

Cities can also be destroyed.

But each of those masters and wizards has an extremely strong ability to survive, and it is impossible for them to be killed all at once.

And those citizens, they are as many as cows, they are the natives here, and the snakes here are not able to be caught all at once.

They hide in dark corners and get revenge in their own way.

Want to solve them, unless the city is completely bulldozed.

The casualties were unexpectedly large.

The two angels have ugly faces, and they are the ones who have lost the most here.

And the old dragon king's face is not very good-looking.

One of his children was shot down from the sky.

When he arrived, his child had already perished with the man.

The dragon clan is sparsely populated, and every death is a great loss.

That's why each female dragon lays an egg and injects a curse into the dragon's bloodline, which grows with the dragon and takes effect when they are killed, attacking those who are stained with their blood.

In the broken square, it seems that a hundred ghosts walk at night.

People who were numb as zombies were crucified, and their blood was allowed to run.

They wept, struggled, begged for mercy, cursed.

And the monks, unmoved.

The resentment rose to the sky, which was originally enough to cover the sky and the sun, but it was completely blocked by a vast and complicated magic array, and it was confined in the square.

Looking at the slaughterhouse-like scene, the wizard in the center cried and let out a shrill laugh like a ghost: "I, Balkats, will definitely die without a place to be buried." ”

Two lines of blood and tears fell to the ground, and he glanced back at the only blood vein that was held to his neck by the knife, cut open his palm, and completed the last step of this magic array.

"Ahh

Balkatz screamed, and every inch of his skin oozed a huge amount of blood, and every inch of skin exploded one after another, and the blood mist exploded on his body, and a large number of bone slag and internal organs splattered out.

And like him, there are those who are tied to the cross.

In an instant, the whole person disappeared.

Seeing his grandfather die, the adolescent boy fainted, and his throat was ruthlessly cut open by a cold sword.

A large amount of black smoke-like substance rushed out from the center of the magic circle, and they were called ghosts.

These ghosts flew all over the sky with a piercing howl that resounded through the soul.

The monks turned pale and their brains were dizzy, and they bowed their heads and whispered prayers.

The five giants looked indifferent, watching these ghosts either fly into the sky, or burrow into the ground, or walk through the wall, waiting for Angela to appear.

In the secret room, Angela raised her head violently, looked at the howling ghost that suddenly appeared in front of her, and let it pounce on her.

The ghost passed through Angela's body, Angela's eyes closed, and shattered fragments of memories flooded into her heart.

"I see."

Angela turned around, bowed deeply to the crying ghost, and said, "It's my fault, and I'll make up for it." ”

After speaking, Angela raised her head, her eyes full of murderous intent: "I really didn't expect that you would do such a thing, just face can make you inhumane, sure enough, you shouldn't exist in this world." ”

Killing, nothing.

Killing innocents, even Angela has done it.

But doing such a heart-wrenching thing, Angela asked herself if she couldn't do it anyway.

She took a few deep breaths, picked up the pot with boiling water, and swallowed it with her head.

This time, the crystal heart was the size of a baby's fist.

Angela took a few deep breaths again and solemnly swallowed the crystal heart.

She closed her eyes, and countless knowledge poured into her mind, combat experience, experimental experience, body transformation, rune combination.

At this time, Angela knew too well how powerful the White Devil was.

Due to the failure to fuse the three major energies, the way he received it was too serious, resulting in his later combat method being so single, especially the white devil's time-space magic, which was known as the pinnacle, could not even be used.

The white devil who can exert his full strength, let alone let five, even if it is ten, he will only be pressed and beaten by the white devil.

"You five, wait, let's have a good time."

Angie stretched out her finger and tapped it on the chest of the ghost in front of her.

A large number of runes poured in, and the black ghost turned blue, and its body like smoke condensed, becoming a translucent warrior with a blue body.

"Gather your companions." Angela said, "Let's give them a big gift package first." ”