"What the hell is wrong with this guy?"

Looking at the lair that suddenly froze, a cultist asked, half curious, half uneasy.

His companion grinned and smirked, "It must have been the Bishop who controlled it, I thought that dagger had a strange magical aura before, but now I guessed correctly."

Although the Lord has recently acquired the power of the Great Sword Master, before that, he was also a priest of the Earth Mother. ”

A female cultist stretched and couldn't help but complain, "I'm fed up with the willfulness of these monsters and the lair, and I hope the adults can manage it-"

She let out a strange grunt, and then the conversation stopped abruptly.

"What's wrong?" a companion turned his head to check on her.

But at this moment, he also felt a wave of dizziness, followed by a dull pain in his abdomen that was slightly numb.

A tentacle was piercing his abdomen, infusing it with corrosive digestive juices, and began sucking on his flesh and organs. Just like the innocent civilians it absorbed during this time.

He tried to struggle or dodge, but to his horror, his body began to lose control.

If the Bishop can control this lair, can't we ourselves? I should have thought of it......

It didn't take long for a black veil to appear in front of him, and a white mist filled his brain, hindering his thinking.

Come to think of it, what is the Italian ......?

He gave up thinking completely, and the next moment, he fell to the ground, quickly drying up.

Some cultists remained alert, but they couldn't escape for a few steps, and their bodies suddenly became uncontrollable—even a momentary delay was enough for the lair to reach out and knock them down.

The life essence, flesh, and soul of the eighteen cultists were instinctively swallowed by the lair. Ignoring its slow chewing and patience, it immediately incorporated these powers into itself, hoping to strengthen itself and break free from the bishop's control.

However, in the body of each cultist, there was a little bit of the bishop's mana that controlled their behavior, and when all of it was gathered in the lair, its control became even stronger.

In this way, the nest lost the last bit of its free will and became a puppet completely.

In the battle beyond the valley, the bishop laughed out loud and unabashedly.

"Come, soul, flesh, origin...... Leave everything you have to me!"

The lair was immediately manipulated by the will of the bishop and began a round of huge transformation.

The roots that were originally deeply rooted began to shrink and degenerate at this moment, and all energy and matter were withdrawn back to the main part.

Whether it was the tentacles or the hard scale armor, they all melted away quickly, as if ice and snow met the blazing sun.

In less than ten seconds, what was supposed to be a nest had transformed into a cocoon the size of a house, beating like a heart.

This giant cocoon was like a reactor, and a large amount of energy was gathered in it, and even the life essence of the nest itself was completely invested, pushing the energy level to a peak.

A powerful life is created in a cocoon.

Then, with a crisp hiss, the cocoon was torn apart, and instead of a butterfly flew out of it, a pair of goshawk-like wings stretched out.

However, if you want to say that it is a goshawk, it is inevitably too big.

The wings also had sharp claws on the fronts, and they looked like bats with a layer of feathers on their wings.

The massive wings easily tore the cocoon apart, and the monster's entire body was exposed to air.

It flapped its wings a few times, shook off the little slime, let out a long hiss again, and after running two steps, flapped its wings high.

What remained in place was only a small pile of shriveled cocoons, a powerful lair that even swordsmen could not conquer, and now it no longer existed in the world.

Looking at the monster flying from the valley, the bishop did not look like a scheming cult leader, but like a child, he happily whistled.

The happier his mood was, the worse the mood of Luo Ming, who was his enemy.

After Aya's special training and teaching, facing a great sword master on the flat ground, he is now at least sure of self-preservation. If you encounter a good opportunity and use the Heavenly Power Sword to strike with all your might, you may even severely damage this great sword master.

However, it was all based on the fact that the Great Sword Master would fight him on flat ground.

Generally speaking, even a legendary powerhouse can only glide in the air for a certain distance - although a mage can fly with some spells, this kind of spell flight, with poor flexibility and movement speed in the air, is not enough.

But what if the Bishop rode on a flying monster?

Before the physical strength of the flying mount is exhausted, it really comes and goes like the wind, and just one person can fight against a small army!

Luo Ming stuck his long sword into the ground, then took out his hard bow and aimed at the flying monster in the distance, shooting four arrows in a row, but the arrows did not reach even half the distance before they began to fall.

He threw the last arrow directly on the ground, and he didn't bother to shoot it - even if there was a miracle and he could shoot the monster, but the crossbow was so strong that the arrow couldn't penetrate Lu Min, and it would definitely not hurt the other party in the slightest.

"Looks like we're going to have to think of something a little more unconventional......

Luo Ming didn't give up, he wasn't discouraged, he just really got excited.

Relying on his hole cards and the various advanced technologies brought by him as a traverser, he has been smooth sailing for too long.

Even if you encounter any difficulties, you can discuss with Aya, and then prepare in advance - for example, you can expect to fight the Great Sword Master, so you let Aya give herself lessons for several days, which is almost guaranteed.

Now, at last, he had something challenging and he couldn't prepare for in advance.

Flying mounts, this is a really unpredictable event, most likely the bishop also took out his hole cards.

Although from the perspective of risk control, it is best to exclude all accidents and just go smoothly. Not many people will be bored and make trouble for themselves.

But now that this risk has come to us without warning, it cannot be predicted or avoided, and it must be dealt with immediately.

As a result, Luo Ming regained the excitement of life and death back then.

He glanced at Granty, who had a solemn face but full of courage, and then at Ariana, who was always calm, and reaffirmed that the two partners who had been by his side from birth to death were not absent.

So, a wave of pride surged into my heart.

Luo Ming pulled out his long sword, pointed to the opposite side, sank into the dantian, and scolded arrogantly!

"The head of the cult over there, the lowly breed who led the beast to eat people, the outcast of the monster wild father, hurry up and ride your feathered little sweetheart and come to fight with this lord!"