"It's just you and me here, isn't it you, or am I hurting myself? Hehehehe, is this the power of the king of the zerg? That's great! That's great! Come on! Let my body continue to feel the pain! Zerg Leader - Zengaral! ”

Sbreth roared hysterically and madly, with an unusually excited expression on his face. The thorny vines in his body mercilessly burrowed out of those wounds, and those red tentacle-like vines greedily licked and sucked Sbreth's blood, not missing a drop.

"You are indeed very unusual, you actually have the protection of the power of thorns in your body, if you are an ordinary person, you may die hundreds of times. I'll ask you one last time, who are you? ”

Zangaral finally opened his eyes again, only to see a strange symbol of an ancient spell on his pupils, and it seemed that he had indeed used some kind of spell to seriously injure Sbraith. Zangaral stared blankly at Sblais, who was covered in blood. As the thorns sucked up, the wound gradually stopped bleeding, and the thorn vines stitched the wound together like stitches. It's just that due to the density of the wounds, Sbreth's upper body is covered with thorns, and even the sides of his cheeks are wriggling with tiny vines, which looks even more terrifying than Zengalal.

"As I have already said, I am the messenger sent by King John to save you, Lord Zakalajek!"

The name Zakalajek was pronounced out again by Sbraith's hoarse voice, and Zangaral looked at him suspiciously, even though he was tortured in pain, he did not change his words, and still insisted that he was here to save him, but Zangalal had no impression of the name Zakalajek at all. If he's not lying, then there's something wrong with his memory, what the hell is going on?

"You said you were here to save me? Indeed, you and your escaped humans have awakened me. But you were the one who poured the thorns into me, and besides, didn't you just say that you would suck my blood dry? ”

Zangaral seemed to squint at the slightest suspicion, looking flirtatious, waiting for Sbraith's answer.

"Hahaha, are you scared?"

As soon as Sbreth's voice fell, the wound that had already healed. Burst again, this time his back cracked entirely, like a dry and divided earth. Sblaise shuddered, blood running down his back, and he fought through the pain, but he didn't snort.

"You are the one to be afraid. How long do you think you'll survive my spells? See how fast your self-healing ability is. Or my destructive skills. And your ability to heal yourself does not relieve your pain, although you keep saying that you want to experience the pain, but when the pain really comes, you should still fear it, not despise it! If you should lower your head, never lift it up, because then you will face death! ”

Zangaral silently unleashed terrifying spells. No spells, no circles. There wasn't even any premonition before the spell activated, not even a glimmer of light. What a terrifying spell it was, and Sbraise had to admit that he was no match for him at all, and he couldn't even see the prototype of the spell, let alone crack him and defeat him. Sbreth fell to his knees, the thorns behind him waving like skull wings, blood splattering.

"Poor man, although this thorn gem can save your life, you have to endure several times more pain in exchange for the continuation of life, tsk, it is better to live so lowly than to die."

Zangelal's tone was full of pity, which made Sbreth very unhappy, as the fourth master of the Mage Tower, he never needed anyone's pity, let alone his own enemies. Sblaise wrapped his thorns around him, summoned a staff of thorns, held himself to the ground, and stood up,

"That's the joke over, Zengallal, you'll regret and be ashamed of what you've done."

Leaning his back against the stone wall, Sblaise stretched out his right hand and grabbed it in the air. I saw that the life gem on Zengala's chest quickly cracked, and the cracks that had already cracked gathered together at this moment,

'Bang',

The gem shattered, and thorny vines emerged from a dark cavern in its chest.

"This is?!"

Zangaral finally let go of his crossed hands, and suddenly Sbreth felt a shock all over his body, and the wound that had been growing stopped growing wildly, and the power of the thorns was exerted, and the blood began to coalalize.

"The king of the 'meditative' Zerg actually used such a trick on me, and Sblaise is loved!"

As Sbreth spoke, he pulled his arm back hard, and the thorns on Zangallal's chest quickly left his body and returned to Sbreth's hand, and a glimmer of light appeared in the black hole. Zangaral looked at his chest in horror, and the sound waves of pain echoed through the three-story dungeon.

"O king, accept your true appearance, do not fight against it, please truly awaken!"

Sbraith, who controlled Zangallal's arm with thorns, came to the black hole, reached in, groped for a while, slowly stretched out his arm, and a transparent gem glowing white was brought out of the black hole, just filling the black hole in his chest.

"That's what you really are!"

With the appearance of the True Life Gem, Zangalal's body began to crack from the middle, and he screamed and struggled, and a gray-black shell fell off, revealing the pure white body of the worm within.

"Rin-in-a-Rin"

Zangral's consciousness seemed to be a little blurry, and suddenly called Rin's name, and Sbrath took out a piece of talisman paper drawn by King John himself from his clothes and pressed it on the gem on Zengallal's chest!

"Alliance leader, for the sake of your daughter, please come back!"

"Ahhhh!!!h

The lower half of Zangaral's body began to glow with the spell on the rune paper, and the huge body and tail began to split. The carapace on the body fell off one by one, and the power of rebirth reorganized the skin, and the white insect body gradually changed its form under the power of the spell. Zengaral's body began to shrink, the carapace and backspike gradually broke off, and gradually two human legs appeared under Zangaral's body, and the huge tail also broke off. Under the spell, Zangaral had completely transformed into a human form, and passed out to the ground. The ground around it was covered with the remains of insect bodies, slime. The crumbling walls all around it tell the story of what happened. Sblaise picked up the robe from the ground and draped it on the body of Zangalal, who was **** all over his body, and finally fell to the ground with all his strength.

"Teacher, I have fulfilled the king's order and fulfilled my mission." (To be continued.) )