As Camila pressed her hand against the wall, an invisible wave spread from her palm to all sides. In the next moment, the white masonry that makes up the walls separates automatically, revealing a corridor that can be used for people to pass through the guò.

Welcome back. The fortress whispers to the Great Druid.

It's really imaginable, Camila secretly said, maybe she won't need any allies soon.

At first, the Great Druid only considered this possibility. After separating from the others, she tried casually, and now the fortress really thought that she was the primordial warlock Rajat herself, and many secret passages were opened for her.

The pride of the Start Spencer Druids, Camilla is a heterosexual clone of the Primordial Warlocks, carrying their millennial hopes of defending the genocide of the human race. Many years ago, the Grand Elder of the Starch Spencer sect druids painstakingly collected mutilated genetic material and created Camilla by unnatural means.

To explain it from the biology of the earth, the genes of the primordial warlocks found by the Great Elder were not complete, missing a Y chromosome. So he made a copy of the X chromosome and completed the cloning process. The result is Camilla, a feminine primordial sorcerer.

The technology of the Starch Spencers cannot replicate the soul and memory of people, so Camilla can be regarded as an independent individual from the primordial warlock. But due to her peculiarities, the fortress nevertheless opened its secrets to her.

Camila walked unhurriedly and did not waste any time on forks in the road and dead ends. The Pure Fortress was large, but it didn't take long for her to reach its core.

As long as no one comes to hinder you.

Needless to say, her fellow adventurers had a lot of hope to kill her. Tyr greatly praised the Coral Witch for her strength and kindness, but Camilla believed that it was impossible for a revolutionary to come out of a sea of blood without blood on his hands.

As long as you gain the power in the fortress, every effort is worth it.

The Grand Druid thought so and moved on.

The corridor led her to the room in the center of the fortress, where a spiral staircase led to the top floor. Between the spiral staircase and the Grand Druid, a monstrous beast slowly emerges.

Wrapped in wriggling flesh and forged from the evil iron of the bottomless abyss, this nightmarish construct monster is two men tall. Its legs were as thick as stone pillars, and the ground trembled slightly with every step. On its chest was a bloody, rotten, festering, disgusting cage in which a near-humanoid body was imprisoned.

Camila stopped abruptly and narrowed her eyes as she surveyed the terrifying monster in front of her. "Divine creatures?" she whispered with infirmity.

Her guess was close, and in order to protect her secret, the primordial warlock summoned terrifying creatures from various planes to act as guards, known as the Seven Sins Sect. And the indescribable monster in front of Camilla is the most powerful of the primordial warlock's guards.

Rajat binds an elven goddess who has been defeated in the battle of purification in this living coffin, and the evil parasitic prosthesis allows her to become closely integrated with the suffering nightmare, sharing perception. As a result, the victim is swiftly dragged into the darkest abyss of madness. The imprisoned gods burst out in the endless torture of a living creature with an incomparably strong jealousy. This kind of killing under the trend of jealousy makes it a sabotage machine that pours out and destroys miè.

Construct the monster to bow down, then start charging. As the distance continues to shorten, more details about the monster are revealed.

It's huge, it's filthy, and it's misshapen. The cage in the center of its chest was a bloody hollow. Bai Sensen's bones and rusted pieces of iron made up the cage, featureless, empty, surrounded only by blood-stained biological veins.

Horrific spells and a long period of time have created its mutations—foul, twisted polyps proliferate from shoulders, sinuous tendons that threaten to engulf twisted victims, jagged vertebrae and sharp pseudopods grow out of metal and bury deep into the flesh of their tragic victims in cages, and fat black worms weave between the prisoner's muscles and bone marrow, burying her further into the inner body of the Chaos Magical Creation**.

This thing doesn't seem to have anything to do with God anymore, but its power is unquestionable. Out of infinite jealousy of the creature, it rushed to Camila like a frenzy, screaming and attacking.

The legs of the Great Druid were deformed, becoming more slender and powerful. She dodged the opponent's swing with human agility, and then detoured behind the opponent with lightning speed. The druid's magic was stirred up between the lightning and flint, and the beam of light that combined fire and lightning struck the back of the constructed monster.

The blow was enough to kill a full-grown dragon, but it only lifted off a piece of its armor on the constructed monster. Camila continues to morph, clinging to the wall like a lizard, dodging its counterattack.

More details hidden beneath the armor were revealed, the man-made wiring of the demon's furnace and the neurological pain of the imprisoned gods, its muscles surging with power. The blazing heat from the core that drove it and the chill from its armor was a qiē that the victim could feel, forever depriving him of the ability to touch, smell, and taste. The pure, burning jealousy of the living is the only thing that remains.

"Get out of here!" Camila yelled at the constructing monster. But to no avail, it doesn't seem like the thing thinks she's a primordial warlock.

The monster punches through the wall while unleashing an astonishing psionic attack. The shattered consciousness of the gods of the past wailed in agony in their cages, screaming and tearing apart the last remnants of reason. With limbs amputated and a torso filled with cables, this once-noble sexist was left with nothing but an immobile mass of flesh in chains. The freedom of the past and the miserable circumstances of the present day spurred the victims at the same time, and the boiling madness burned in the stump of the body, turning into an unparalleled mental attack.

This is one of the Seven Sins Sect guarding the Pure Fortress - jealousy, unlike the other guards. It does not try to distort people's minds with words, it prefers to crush its own enemies directly.

Camila nimbly dodged the other party's terrifying dash and terrifying howl, her skin mimicking like a chameleon, almost blending in with the background. The monster's attack was enough to level the bunker, destroy the walls, and blow ** into a mist of blood, but every blow missed the Grand Druid.

Like a mass of madness and resentment screaming in pain, jealousy longs to destroy and crush an enemy that stands in its way. Camila frowned, this thing was a lot trickier than she thought.

Jealous of the remaining spark of divinity in her body, Camilla's magic could barely hurt the terrifying monster's body. The sun's temperature could only blow away a few pieces of metal armor from the monster's surface, or leave only a black scorch mark. The acid, fire, and lightning summoned by the Vengeful Storm could not even slow it down. The Elemental Maharaja was torn to pieces like pieces of wood, and even the lava created by the Great Druid only brushed over it like flowing water.

"You can't stop me, humanoid beast!" the Grand Druid announced to the god of the past in a cage on the chest of the constructing monster. "The hatred in my heart...... You'll never reach it!"

Camila's skin churned like boiling water, and some horrific deformation was growing inside her. The properties of thousands of different creatures were analyzed, studied, and then misused by the Starch Spencer druids. The Great Druid's transformation is a combination of the traits of hundreds of different monsters, she is not afraid of fire like a red dragon, and she is adapted to strong acids, lightning, sound waves, and positive and negative energy like a ooze monster.

The Transfiguring Great Druid looked like some kind of dinosaur, but her skin was the color of crimson and black, the color of burnt coal, the color of killing. Beneath the skin, bone spurs burst out of it, not like they had grown, but like they had been nailed up. Her hands were disproportionately bony claws, and sharp razors sparkled from between her fingers.

Compared to the mutated twist of the constructing monster, although the transformation of the Great Druid is as inhuman and ominous, she has a sense of grace all over her body. As if a strutting lynx was watching its prey, it would quietly circle around, watch carefully, and then deliver the fatal blow.

If outsiders watch here, they will see that the transformation of the Great Druid and the image of the constructing monster show a certain consistency in Cheng Dù. It's not surprising that the former uses the Starch Spencer Druid ability inherited from the era of the Purification War, while the latter is an atonement mech created by the primordial warlock using the druid's ability.

Once again, the Atonement Mecha let out a soul-shattering scream and charged. This time, the Great Druid didn't dodge, met it head-on, and slammed into each other hard. The sheer force made the Pure Keep tremble from its foundations.

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"Have you ever heard of surrogate Munchausen syndrome? No?" said the furious shrug. "It doesn't matter. It's a telemancer's term, and I can explain it to you. ”

"You see, it's a sick world, and it's full of sick people. "Furious talks like a cat teasing its prey. "Of all the diseases, the diseases of the soul are the darkest, the most dangerous, the most destructive, don't you think?"

Without waiting for Satilly's answer, the fury continued to say this to himself. "Ah, Munchausen syndrome. It's such a soul disease, I believe it was the ancient great psychic warlock Meng Qiaosen, but who cares?"

"And the sick of this disease, do you know what will happen to them?" Furious held out a crimson finger. "They will fantasize that they are sick, pretend that they are sick, and even actively disable themselves to gain the sympathy of others and make themselves the focus of care and care. ”

"Do you know what are the characteristics of such patients?" said Furious raised a second finger. "They often come from unhappy families, separated from their parents since childhood, separated from each other, and perhaps added to that the lack of love as a child, for example, slavery?"

Fury watched the Coral Witch continue. "Some of these patients, their self-distortion is so powerful, do you know what they will do?"

"They will make up other people's symptoms, especially children, juniors, younger siblings and other people who need care. They falsified all kinds of evidence, and they were even able to fool the doctors......" said Fury. “...... In this way, they can satisfy their own twisted desire for control and self-justification. ”

“...... You see, these patients, because of their involuntary childhood, so when they become adults, the psychology of retribution causes them to have a strong desire for control. Their purpose is to control others, including the physical and mental health of the person they care for, as well as the impression that others have of them. Let others think that they are people who are loving, regardless of personal gain and loss, and who care for others wholeheartedly. ”

"You can run away when I find you. The reason why you didn't run away, I guess, was because I was afraid that I would deal with your companions?" laughed furiously. "Just as you 'saved' the people of Tyre? Who said they deserved to be saved? Who said they 'needed' to be saved? Maybe they could have been better off. ”

"Behold you, Coral Witch, Eternal Hero. You drove the freed slaves into battle, and the hands that once belonged to craftsmen, weavers, and scholars now hold spears, scimitars, and swords. Sue me, Sadili, is it really better to kill and destroy than to create zào and steady dìng?"

"Whoever draws the sword and rises will eventually die by the sword. The slaves you have armed against their former masters. They chant your name and march to death in the war. Say to me, Sadili, is it true that freedom is so precious that it is worth paying for it with death?"

"Exactly, are you saving them, or are you destroying them?"

"You are terminally ill, sinner, and I can be your doctor. Furious roared loudly, mixed with laughter and mockery. "All you have to do is stop resisting. ”

"A day of freedom is better than a lifetime of slavery. The Coral Witch began to fight back. She had retreated to the wall, and the female mage's body looked weak in front of the massive monster. "But I guess you don't understand that, do you? Guarding this unfrequented fortress for Rajat for thousands of years must make you feel important, don't you?"

"Words are like the wind," replied angrily and dismissively. "Do you think your words can hurt me?"

"I thought I couldn't, but I'm not going to kill you. After the Coral Witch finished speaking, a light shone up and down her body. Furious frowned, not knowing what spell she was going to cast.

The furious rhetoric is full of ** like a devil, and his psionic energy is constantly trying to twist Satili's will and force her to submit to his own logic.

The Coral Witch had always tried to stay awake, and at this moment she had finally succeeded in banishing the other's soul influence for a moment. It's only for a moment, but it's enough to use.

"I accept the accusations you have made against me," Sadiri gritted her teeth. "But I refuse to be punished. ”

A powerful amplified psionic attack erupted from the furious body and slammed into the Coral Witch. The latter completed her spell at the same time, and the spell nearly emptied Satili's life force, and the incomparably violent magical energy was gathered, and the force was so powerful that the air buzzed.

"Do you want to die together?!" Furious asked in a tone of disbelief. He tried to dodge, but his massive body moved too slowly in the cramped space.

"No," said Satilly. "I just want to destroy you!"

An astonishing explosion, dazzling white light filled the entire space, and for a long time, there was no movement.

When the afterglow of the explosion finally cleared, Sadiri struggled to her feet. The blow almost brought her to death, but at the last moment, that little obsession with survival brought her back to life.

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The battle between the two huge and terrifying monsters still does not stop, and the atonement mecha that harnesses the power of the gods of the past is like a never-ending perpetual motion machine, charging, swinging, and punching in a chain. Grand Druid Camilla dodges like a dance, taking advantage of every flaw and gap to fight back. Wounds for injuries, leaving deep wounds on opponents one after another.

The spiritual contest also never stops. The imprisoned victims of the Atonement Mecha have long since lost their will, but its broken fragments of consciousness are filled with madness and violence. All the time, it no longer tries to assimilate its opponents with the mind demon species, allowing the endless jealousy of the living to devour another soul.

Black and red blood splattered on the walls and floor, like an absurd abstract painting left by a mad artist under the influence of drugs. From the spire to its foundation, which was buried hundreds of feet deep underground, the entire Pure Fortress seemed to tremble before the power of battle.

A penning mech representing jealousy, and a marauder transformed into a Druid by the Starch Spencer faction. The strength of both was gradually crumbling, their muscles and muscles were stretched too strongly, and blood was oozing from every skin and every nerve. The muscles were torn off from the attached bones due to excessive exertion. Swift's regenerative abilities can repair these wounds, but their vitality is almost gone.

Once again, the two charged face to face, each step leaving thin cracks in the marble floor. Terrifying screams filled his ears, and the flames of hatred drove the mangled bodies of both to continue attacking. At the last moment, the jealous claws pierce Camila's heart.

But this was already expected by the latter, and the Great Druid deliberately exposed his flaws in order to allow his opponent to attack her unprotected heart. And she had secretly completed the ** of blood cells in the middle of the battle, and now, those tiny red blood cells had grown flagella and flowed in their mutilated veins.

The Grand Druid peeled open the armor plates of white bone and evil iron, exposing the entire mech's cage before her eyes. It was the living coffin of the God of Suffering, unspeakably terrifying and deformed.

"You should thank me for freeing you. Camila said coldly, and then delivered the fatal blow.

The once roaring constructed monster slowly stopped functioning.

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P.S. In reality, Munchausen syndrome is named after the patient, not the present person. Baron Munchausen is one of the most interesting people in history. This kind of illness is not limited to pretending to be sick or pretending to be sick in the care, but has a much wider scope. It has nothing to do with this article, so I won't repeat it.

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