"Shoot the arrow!" With Mloth's order, the sound of the bowstring contracting was heard for a while, fear can generate power, as long as it has not crushed the final bottom line, that fear can make people exert extraordinary abilities. Just like the current scene, the elves' rain of arrows exceeded the limits of their usual training in terms of density and speed, and many warriors with less psychological quality shot their quivers into the air in a few breaths, only to realize what they had done when their hands could not touch the arrows.

"Damn it, stop shooting! I told you to stop!" roared the general, knowing that this battle would never end with a mere bow and arrow, and that their long-range attacks were more often to provide support and protection for the few men standing at the front, and raining down all the arrows at once would obviously not achieve this purpose. But fear had long since choked the throats of every elf, and they could not hear the general's orders in their ears, and they only wanted to shoot the arrows desperately, so that the terrible monster could not rush through the light and darkness to hurt themselves. "Boom!" a loud roar sounded, and the elves woke up with a violent tremor as they saw Mloth's left arm crack and bleed from the exertion, and they saw half of the seeds of hatred smashed to the ground by the angry general. Seeing that the soldiers finally came to their senses, the corners of Mlos's mouth twitched, he didn't pay attention to the bleeding left shoulder, but said coldly, "Sort out the arrows, divide the target in six teams, and shoot when he shows his head." ”

"You have a good commander. Andre, wielding a hammer, heard a voice behind him, and he grinned at Atwood next to him. Although the old elf still needs to maintain his spell and maintain his posture at this time, he can already speak, "Of course, although Mlos is carried away by hatred, he is still unambiguous when he fights. Indeed, as Atwood said, although in one-on-one battles, Mlos did not perform as well as the seasoned Lyon, but if the scale of the battle between the two sides expands into a small military conflict, it may be difficult to tell what the outcome will be.

"Quiet, that guy is here again. Krus reminded him that he had given up on seeing the changes in the darkness with his vision, and had instead surrendered his perception to the more subtle states that Qi bringed. In the world of the Demon Descendants, the darkness is not completely impossible to see, but this kind of snooping gives people a very uncomfortable feedback, as if some large, indescribable being is also watching itself in this dark shadow.

"Kill!" the silence was broken with a frantic roar, and Mu's body once again poked into the light, and everyone could see that the priest's clothes were gone, and his upper body was naked, revealing his flesh covered in tattoos. Beneath his ribs, the priest's body had been mutated, and the abdomen and lower limbs of the human had disappeared in favor of a swollen body that resembled a worm, with long strips of hair like steel needles.

Before the dwarf could express his thoughts on Mu's new form, the monster that had lost its human form had already swooped down from the top of the dwarf's head, his jaw splitting open on both sides and spreading all the way to his chest. When Andrei looked up, he saw a large expanse of internal tissue covered with sharp teeth and sticky body fluids!"Goat's beard. The Grand Duke of the Hammer spoke dwarven slang but his reaction was unambiguous, and he stepped forward, dodging his head from under the teeth that should have been ribs, and then reflexively swung the hammer and smashed it into the inside of the monster's body. "You want to eat, don't you?

"Poof!" the dwarf's weapon slammed into the monster's chest, making a sound that would only hit the mud. A large amount of foul-smelling pus spurted out and splashed Andrei's body, and the skullring on his head erupted with a strong light, and then shattered into several pieces like old stones and fell off the archduke's head. "Whoosh!" came the sound of feathers piercing the air, and the elves shot like something they didn't know what to call it at Mloth's orders, their arrows piercing the monster's skin, only to bounce off the monster no further. Most of the attacks left only a shallow trail and then fell to the ground. Only a handful of arrows coincidentally entered the creature's cracked cavity, bringing out more pus and causing the thing to stand up and let out a piercing, hoarse howl. The terrible sound irritated everyone's ears as if it were substance, forcing them to crouch down and put their hands on the sides of their heads to alleviate the pain. The monster took advantage of this opportunity to disappear into the darkness once more.

"What the hell is that?" said the frightened dwarf, his hammer face corrosively dented with pus, and the otherwise clear inscription became illegible. This made André worry about whether he would be able to activate the power in the inscription again, and whether he would be able to restore the hammer to its original shape after the battle.

"I don't know, I've never seen it. I wouldn't want to see it again if I could, the bottomless abyss was underneath, and that thing was disgusting and made me want to gouge out my eyes. Did you see the inside of his body? It was a stunning sight, worse than all the bad things we've had combined. The Demon Descend thought back to what he had seen for a brief moment, and for the first time he was disgusted by his keen senses. At the same time, however, Clarus noticed the effects of the pus. He turned to the elves and shouted, "Hey, give me the working one, I don't want to put my hand in the stomach of that thing." ”

Soon, a long sword appeared in the killer's hand. Krus swept the elven blade decorated with vines and breeze patterns, hoping that Qi could act on it as well. But even if he can't, he won't risk attacking monsters with his bare hands, and others don't know what the iron ring on Andre's head is, but the demon descendant who got this head ring belonging to the ancient dwarf king with him knows it all too well. If even the ancient magic on it can't stand the pus, then it's best not to try anything else dangerous.

Andrei's hair was scattered from the shattering of his headband, and the eyes of the dwarves in his cape were full of caution, and he cautiously took a few steps back, making sure he was between Atwood and the darkness. "So we're going to have to wait for that thing to come out again and again? Honestly, if he turns into something more challenging to my limits, I can't guarantee that the hammer will work. The old elf shook his head, and the monster that Mu incarnated into also gave him a lot of pressure. "There is a magic that may solve our dilemma. But I haven't used it in a long time, and I've never used it so close to the evil god. I don't know if it's going to work. ”

"So what are you waiting for? I warn you, judging by the size of his mouth, that guy's appetite must be good, and I don't want to wait for him to rush out and eat us all and regret not having the courage to gamble!"