Krus often thought that perhaps he would never know in his life who the old man he met in the rainforest was. But he knew it wasn't a dream, for the simple reason that the finger the old man had left before he left wasn't just an encouragement, he had taught something else to the Demon Descendants in this way. However, the teaching was extremely vague, and Callus guessed that it had something to do with his own state of mind, and that the knowledge left by the old man often appeared when he made certain decisions, after he chose to reject the temptations of the devil's blood.

Of course, the Demon Spawn also tried to learn as much as he could, but the results were not ideal. Perhaps it was because he and the old man came from a completely different cultural world, or perhaps because the old man had not taught all his knowledge in the first place, and the things in his head seemed to Clarus to be just scaly claws that had nothing to do with each other, and it was difficult to connect them together to create a gradual system. But even so, the Demon Spawn had learned enough from it to resist the invasion of the bloodline, and even to some effect that would shock him.

As he did now, snatching the hammer from the enemy with his bare hands at the cost of a slight fracture of two fingers. Krus moved his right hand, wrapped around the chain, to make sure that the hammer tied to it would fight as he expected. "Hey, don't look at me like that, I'm not fooling around, I really don't know what I've done. The Demon Spawn shrugged, "I can also tell you clearly that that move just now is not my real hole card, of course I can... More able to fight some. But unlike you guys who worship a lump of iron, there are some things that I wouldn't take out and use even if I died. ”

"Enough. Jill untied his brown robe with his left hand, and as he took off his coat, which symbolized the priesthood of Mother Earth, everyone saw that he was not wearing any clothes under the robe, only a large number of strange tattoos on his skin like Mu. "Blasphemer Mother Earth, die!" the priest's eyes turned completely black as the last word left his mouth, his eyeballs and the whites of his eyes were covered by something else, and not only that, but the tattoos began to protrude in a large number of tiny twisted veins like the roots of a tree, and soon the tattoos took up all the space on Jill's body, turning him into a black human form! The witches could hear the priest behind him breathing visibly heavier after seeing Jill's appearance, and began to chant the same word over and over again, Miko.

The word Son of God, it seems, refers to the heir of the gods, that's right. However, for the evil gods from outside the world, their state of existence is still incomprehensible to ordinary people, and the concept of childbearing cannot be applied to them. Therefore, the Son of God, who exists like Mother of the Crypt, often refers to two things.

First, it is a terrifying monster summoned from outside the world through the incarnation of Mother Earth or the hands of her priests, it doesn't matter whether these monsters are really related to the corresponding evil gods, but most of them come from the space where the evil gods are located and are driven by the latter, every such god son appears in the world will cause great damage, because they come from outside the world, many laws in this world are completely unable to harm them, and in the end, the gods are often not destroyed by people, but only die naturally because of the lack of their life-sustaining elements here。

As for the second, they are slightly easier to deal with than the first, they are foreign objects that are sacrificed by the believers themselves who believe in evil gods, or by the poor people they have captured. It's like the snakehead known as Radno doesn't exist in the biological lineage of this world, and of course, creatures like Radnor, who have been transformed into at a very low cost, have no other abilities than to be immune to the influence of the Nether Heart, and they are not enough to be called a complete version of the Divine Son. The real transformed will lose all of themselves, and their transformation is to use the flesh as a carrier to lure the power of the evil god into this world, no matter what the result of the transformation is, the creatures that become the sons of the gods become the bait of the evil gods at the moment of transformation.

Gil who appeared in front of Kalus at this time was the latter, no, to be precise, Gil, who was a sacrifice of Mother Earth, was dead, and now standing in the passage with his body was some kind of indescribable anomaly. "Hehehehe, that's ironic. The well-informed demon naturally recognized that his opponent had changed, and he sneered in his mouth, the flames in his eyes were extremely fierce but did not become larger, but gradually shrunk like a physical gem, "I have exhausted almost all of my life just to become a human. And you, without hesitation, abandoned your soul. How could I, how could I die at your hands? In the name of human blood in my body, I will kill you!"

The demon man shouted, and took the initiative to attack, he threw both fists together, his left fist into the abdomen of the black humanoid, and the hammer head on his right hand pointed directly at the right temple of his opponent! The Demon Descendant subconsciously took a breath, and he only felt that his hand had hit some kind of metal, and the reaction force shook his arms numb. It was at this time that the other party moved.

"Buzz!" raised his hand and punched. The whole set of movements looked ordinary and funny, like a child playing with his companions, but such a punch that was not at all offensive made a terrible muffled sound in the air. Krus witnessed the whole process of this punch, and to his surprise, it was clear that the speed of the other party was not fast in his eyes, but his body just couldn't dodge the blow, and when the black shadow's fist touched the belly of the demon descendant, he instantly had the illusion of being hit head-on by a battering ram. Under the impact of the great force, the demon's feet naturally left the ground, and his body retreated like a kite with a broken string, slamming into the wall of the passage!

"Wow!" gulps of blood poured out of Clarus' throat uncontrollably, landing on the ground in front of him, outlining a shocking outline. No, it is absolutely impossible to compete, this is the judgment made by the killer in an instant, whether it is strength, speed or physical fitness, he has a huge gap with that monster, not to mention fighting head-on with the other party, if it weren't for his own devil blood, I'm afraid he would have been beaten through the stomach a long time ago.

The horrific sight in front of her made Kiri shut her mouth as well, and the witch's instincts told her that the thing standing in the passage could easily kill herself at any moment. In the face of an opponent she had never seen before, she couldn't even think of confrontation, it was terrible, was this the Son of God? How could there be such a thing in this world, it was more desperate than facing a dragon.

"Ahem, phew. Krus coughed a few times, spurting out the blood that had not yet been spit out of his throat. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and struggled to stand out of the hollow in the wall, the fire in his eyes almost gone. This was the closest Demon Descendant had come to death in many years, and in order to repair the injury from the blow just now, more than ninety percent of the demonic fire in his body had been consumed. On the other hand, it was the closest Karus had ever come to a human, as his bloodline fading away, his heavy limbs and blurred eyes were no different from those of a normal human. "Haha, haha!" In such a situation, the Demon Spawn, smiled. He laughed like a madman, his arm had lost the strength to swing the hammer, and the chains wrapped around it slipped naturally.

No one knew why Krus was laughing, and perhaps even he himself didn't fully understand.