"You ran very fast, but you still escaped. "What used to be a forest has now turned into a mire, and everything in the woods before, whether it was the trees or the people and corpses that entered it, was stuck in the mire. The trees and corpses were fine, just sinking silently, while the people were in the mire, howling and struggling, but no matter how much they struggled, they could not pull themselves out of the mire in the slightest, on the contrary, the more they struggled and sank, the faster they sank. Slowly, the folks were submerged in the mire, and only the only exposed arm was left on the mire, still struggling in vain, waiting for something to pull them out of the mire. The previous voice came from the only figure standing on top of the mire.

It was a figure shrouded in a cloak, its head covered tightly by a hood, and its face was invisible with its head down, and its hands were tucked into its cuffs, so that no skin could be seen except for its bare feet standing on the mire.

The knight of Il's face was furious: "Evil man, you still dare to show your face in front of us!" "Of course I dare," the evil god believer did not care about the roar here, and said lightly, "Now you can no longer get close to me, and I, just by standing, let you be the sacrifice of my lord." The believers in Dallas shouted, "Come here if you have the ability!" Papubarov's crumbs! You are just like your master, a mess of filth!"

"Oh yes, you slander my lord so much. Even I would be angry. The cultist waved his hands and said, "Since you know the name of my lord Papubarov, then you should know the title of my lord except for the god of the mire and the incarnation of the swamp." As he spoke, ignoring the knights, whose faces were gradually turning pale as if they had remembered something, he said to himself: "Nest of poisonous insects, poisonous swamps, gods, let those heretics show your power!" As he spoke, he waved his hand, only to see the mire under his feet like a boiled gruel, bubbles, and the bubbles rose and burst, enveloping countless poisonous insects and purple ones. The green smoke was revealed: "Go on, servants of my lord!

For a while, the buzzing sound in the sky and the sound on the ground were endless, looking up, moths, mosquitoes and flies were like clouds and mist covering the sky, shuttling in the poisonous smoke of purple or green, and the ground was a thick layer of spiders, scorpions and centipedes, they crawled out of the mire one after another, accompanied by the sound of giggling, they moved their steps, step by step towards everyone, like the surging waves at high tide, wanting to slap on everyone. Just by looking at this scene, the body will pay attention to the feedback of its own feelings into their respective brains: this is the fear buried in the depths of the soul, this is the nausea hidden in the bone marrow, this scene makes people's eyes swell just by seeing a trace of it, and this scene makes people's heads swell just by hearing it.

This is a scene that should not exist in the world at all! The knight of Il frowned, looking at the few remaining militiamen around him who were now in despair, and shouted in a somewhat angry manner: "Retreat! Quickly, use all the strength of your body, and get out of here......!" Look, these are the righteous knights! Because of your words, look at your army, there are still a few people left! Hahahahaha, poor fellows, for the sake of the knights' medals, they were buried in the dark mire, and the bodies left behind after death will become a nest for poisonous insects to breed hahahahaha...... I'm laughing to death, people who claim to be righteous, if you have the guts, then come! I'm here, waiting for you!"

The Templars didn't look back, they rode away on horseback, and the surviving folks even spread their legs and ran for their lives - if they didn't run, they couldn't do it, because they had unsteady feet when they fled, and they slipped and fell to the ground, and they were instantly overwhelmed by poisonous insects, and they only rolled around twice and then stopped moving, but in half a minute only a skeleton remained. Seeing such a scene, the militiamen, who were already a little tired, instantly cleared their minds, and suddenly their bodies were filled with strength that came out of nowhere, and both fatigue and pain disappeared cleanly, leaving only boundless fear to whip them and drive them away from this nightmare.

On the other side, the believers of Hector were on the side, watching the knights fleeing from the wilderness, and they were even more happy. This laughing, that is called a cheerful, this Hector's believer bent down with his hands on his stomach, if he hadn't been holding the Yin corpse, this evil god believer would probably have been rolling on the ground: "Hahahahaha, this...... It's like a lost dog...... Hahaha......ha Family dog!"

Still laughing, the Bapubarov cult of the evil god had already unconsciously walked over: "Enough laughing, right?" At this time, his voice had no trace of concealment, it was extremely crisp, and it was completely untouched with the previous hoarse voice.

Hector's believer ignored her, and laughed to himself for a while, seeing that Bapubarov's believer was standing next to him, motionless, and didn't seem to mind at all, but the poisonous insect behind him was impatient, knowing that the other party's patience had also reached the limit, so he stopped his exaggerated movements and straightened up: "Don't be so unkind, you see, with my help, have you received a large number of sacrifices at once? If you get excited and kill me, where can you find a companion like me." ”

As he spoke, his body deviated in vain, dodging a needle that shot out of the mouth of a poisonous insect behind him: "Don't get excited, don't get excited, now is not the time to make trouble, let's get out of here quickly, one step later, they will send a large army over, this time it is not a militia, I estimate that at least it is also a regular army, and there are also knights and priests in the brigade, and we don't even have a chance to shoot when we meet them without preparation." ”

"My god doesn't like a coward!" said the Bapubarov believer, with a hint of disdain in his tone. Hector's believers were not annoyed, and shook their heads slightly: "This is not cowardice, it is just a wise choice." What our Lord needs is a steady stream of sacrifices, not an idiot who sacrifices once and then goes to die. Okay, okay, I was wrong, I was wrong, I shouldn't have said you were an idiot!", Hector's followers dodged the poisonous needles that were shot, "Besides, we haven't prayed today, and it's rare to catch a sacrifice, and I can't wait to offer it with my own hands." As he spoke, he patted little York, who was still unconscious.