Chapter 60: The Pursuit
Luo Luo hurriedly ran to his friend's side, trying to help him up, but his wrist was burned by the leaping green flames, and he suddenly screamed with a disgraced face:
"Your Excellency the Governor, Goethe, Goethe, he's dying!"
Parasite...... Accumulation of corpse gas...... Sure enough, it's the style of cultists!
The pupils of Yalei's eyes suddenly shrank like the tips of needles, and he stretched out his arms outward, pushing away the green poisonous fire that wrapped around his body, and walked quickly to Goethe, who was burned by the corpse.
"What should I do?"
Luo Luo's beautiful face was full of panic, and he sat on the ground with a very girly duck, looking at him with no master.
"Yes, saved!"
As he spoke, the black-haired knight clenched his right fist violently, and the furious crimson fighting qi spun like a dragon, surging up to the fist like hot iron slurry, and suddenly dragged out a dazzling afterimage, which bombarded Goethe's chest.
Boom!
Goethe's miserable howl came to an abrupt end, his chest cavity was smashed by his fist, and the maggot-like poisonous fire of the tarsal bones suddenly exploded all over the sky, and the whole person flew upside down like a broken sack.
"Goethe!"
Luo Luo hurriedly jumped up and chased after him with a scream.
"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"
Goethe fell to the ground with a thud, coughed weakly, then touched his chest, barely able to sit up from the dusty floor.
"Great, you're alright!" Luo Luo hugged him with red eyes, surprised and delighted.
"It doesn't hurt that much...... But I feel like my chest is so hot...... It's so uncomfortable......" Goethe grimaced, his hands scratching at his chest. He tore the uniform on his chest to shreds and groaned.
"The attachment of corpse qi is too strong, and it is still a burning damage to the soul. It's not that easy to get rid of. The black-haired knight shook his head and walked over to him with a worried expression.
"Didn't you get rid of it?" Luo Luo's thin lips opened lightly, and he looked at him distractedly.
"But how I feel now...... It's like being pierced by a hot blade, and it's completely different from the pain caused by the accumulation of corpse qi. Goethe raised a hand, gasping and explaining.
"That's because I injured you with my crimson fighting spirit. ā
Yalei glanced at the charred parasite in his hand, crushed it, and said softly:
"The life force can exclude everything that is not self. As long as the fighting spirit is strong enough, it can naturally ignore the power of the corpse qi. But obviously, your vitality is too weak compared to the corpse qi, so I can only beat the crimson fighting qi into your body. Replace you with the power to repel the accumulated corpse qi. ā
"Will that cure him?" asked Lolo, his eyes lit up.
"This will make his death more dignified...... Just kidding. ā
Ignoring the almost fainting expression of the aquatic group, the black-haired knight crouched down and patted Goethe's chest:
"There is still a part of the corpse qi remaining in your body, although my crimson fighting qi can be suppressed temporarily. But after all, they are outsiders. It's sure to make you feel miserable. And every time it passes, you have to be treated until the corpse qi is completely eliminated, or you can't stand the pain and commit suicide. ā
"I'm not going to kill myself! I swear!" Goethe almost spurted blood in frustration, patting his chest again and again.
"Ambition! Then use this perseverance to challenge yourself, almost with the power of the origin level, you should have the ability to repel the poisonous wounds of the accumulated corpse qi by yourself. ā
Aree patted him on the shoulder, then slammed a punch to the right, the whistling red light tearing through the flames. Open up a wide passageway:
"This weird space is on the verge of collapse, and what's next. We'll talk about it when we leave. ā
......
Deep underground, the enclosed space was in the deep darkness of the night, except for the sparse firelight, everything was immersed in inky darkness, not even the border line could be seen, and the wilderness and the sky merged in the darkness.
On the stiffened corpse of the giant monster Xudra, the wind inside the Death Knell Altar hunted, and the crisp sound of the vessel breaking was constantly heard.
"Waste, waste, all rubbish!"
With a roar of furious intent, a huge tentacle covered with sarcoma swept in all directions, smashing an elegantly shaped mahogany chaise longue to pieces.
"Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee......"
A stocky figure in a white mask flew up beside him and said with a wicked smile, "It seems that your subordinates are not as powerful as you think." ā
"They could have won, they should have won!"
The owner of the enclosed space suppressed his anger, and the giant tentacles in the shape of an octopus flew back to retract his sleeves, and turned to the west of the altar:
"The reason why this assassination failed was because I underestimated the strength of the Blue Knight. ā
"Hee-hee-hee, he used to be an adversary that even my master feared, and your defeat is not surprising. The servant of the demon god followed with a wicked smile.
Whew!
A sweeping giant tentacle pulled it into bubbles, and the sticky tip rolled one by one, grabbing the gathered Demon God minions in front of him in an instant.
"If you stay in my territory, you must obey my rules. ā
There was no expression on the man's stiff face, and his gray and gloomy gaze was cast on the mask: "First, you are not allowed to say anything that disappoints me! Second, you are not allowed to peep behind me!"
"I know it perfectly!"
The demon god servant shook his fat head, nodded constantly, rolled his eyes a few times, and immediately smiled and flattered:
"Hee-hee-hee, at least, you've managed to get him to target the cultists, which will be very beneficial for our future operations. ā
"Assert ......"
A series of sticky strange laughs rippled through the space, and the man turned and continued to move forward:
"Just let him continue to expend his energy on those brainless fools, and when I finish assimilating the fetal egg of the demon god, that guy and his men will have no choice but to die. ā
"I don't think it's that easy. ā
The demon god servant seemed to want to follow, but for fear of angering him, he floated comically in place: "Don't forget, those two fish that slipped through the net are not dead yet, by the way, your tomb is likely to expose flaws." ā
"Do you think I'll leave that broken bloom alone?"
He stopped, his eyes burning like two green fires. His voice deepened: "As for those two fish that slipped through the net, they are just fragile mortals, and I have already sent another subordinate to deal with them." It won't be long before good news arrives.
"Hehehehe, he really deserves to be a man who has obtained divine power, and he does things without leakage. The stocky figure slapped its fins and followed with a wicked smile.
Boom!
The huge tentacle struck through the air again, and the tip hit the servant of the demon god, smashing its entire body open. A large string of bubbles tumbled in the air for a long time before it recovered.
"Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee......"
It sneered and froze in place, rubbing its fins and not stepping forward, but the expression under the mask was distorted to the limit. It became extremely hideous.
......
When old Hank woke up, it was already dark.
He picked up the broad leaves that had been filled with dew overnight beside him, took a few mouthfuls greedily, and then raised his foot and kicked the cheap son who was still sleeping beside him:
"It's dawn. Don't hurry up yet!"
"Ahh
Derek howled. The body curled up suddenly, gasped, and it took a long time before he roared angrily: "Do you know how strong you are now? I'm just an ordinary person! Just an ordinary person! An ordinary person!"
"Less nonsense, we must get out of the primeval forest as soon as possible!"
The old grave robber stood up, straightened his crumpled clothes, and then handed the leaves of the tree with water to his cheap son:
"Take two sips and get on your way!"
ā......ā
The young man reluctantly poured cold water, wiped off the water stains, and jumped up.
"Eat as you go. ā
Old Hank tossed a few wild fruits to his cheap son. I grabbed one and took a bite, and quickly got out of the improvised tent I had set up last night.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, there was a sharp whistling in the air. Then, the dense canopy of trees in front of him bloomed layer by layer, and the flying leaves rained down in front of the old tomb robber.
He hunched his waist, stood on tiptoe, and quickly drew the dagger from his waist.
Directly in front of her sat a woman on a branch, her head bowed, her long chestnut hair hanging down in front of her face, her hands clasped to her chest, naked.
Her body is very good-looking, slender and fair, her breasts are full and soft, and if you ignore the pair of scales that replace her arms, as well as the sharp hook-like feet below the calf, she is definitely a model-level beauty.
ā......ā
Old Hank only felt that his scalp was tingling, and he grabbed the weapon in his hand and slowly raised it in front of him, while his legs were pressed together, and he did not dare to move.
The woman looked up, her hair slowly parting, revealing her pale lips.
It's a monster again! Mostly a monster with Jeffrey!
The old tomb robber carefully looked at the other party's legs, relying on his professionalism as a tomb robber, he was keenly aware that the murder weapon of this strange woman was definitely the pair of hook-like steps.
In the sparse sunlight of the jungle, the woman's face was pale and blue, and she stared at Old Hank with a pair of green compound eyes, and slowly stood up from the branches.
"Don't come here!"
Old Hank leaned against the tree, his hands firmly gripping the hilt of his sword, pointing at his opponent.
Naturally, his warning was not aimed at the monster, but at his cheap son, and the tacit understanding that the two had cultivated during this time quickly took effect.
Instead of panicking, Derek in the improvised tent picked up a homemade bow and arrow.
Although the power of this bow and arrow, which is made of belts and branches, is just a joke, the young man still calmly pulls the bow and arrows, looking for an opportunity to help his cheap father.
A gust of wind cut through the silence of the forest, and the goblin spread her wings and kicked her legs hard at the old grave robber below.
ā......ā
Old Hank's face was expressionless, and his body rushed out at the moment when the female monster pounced, and the dagger drew a snowy arc of light, which instantly coincided with the female monster's figure, and then pierced through.
"Ahhh
With the screams of the female monster, a scaly wing flew up from the edge of the dagger's blade, splattering a large amount of blood from the severed limb.
Looks like I'm better than I thought!
The old grave robber suddenly perked up and pounced on the female monster who had fallen to the ground, ignoring the slippery white body and slashing at its legs.
The female monster screamed and kept retreating, and then at the moment when he pounced, she jerked her waist and raised her legs, and two sharp hooked feet kicked into Old Hank's chest.
Bell--!
The old grave robber held his dagger across his chest, blocking the blow as he let out a deafening roar, then grabbed the pair of hooked feet, roared and pulled them up in the air, and slammed them to the ground.
Bang!
The female monster's head smashed to the ground, and at the same time as the dirt splashed, the skull made a clear cracking sound, and its compound eyes turned black, and it immediately fell into a state of vertigo.
Old Hank immediately stepped forward with a wicked smile, raised his knife in his hand, and slashed it into a human stick with a few strokes.
......
"What to do, it doesn't seem to be able to speak. ā
Derek crouched down in front of the man-girl monster, looked up and down curiously, and poked it in the cheek with a twig.
"Damn, don't say anything......"
The old grave robber cursed hatefully, then walked up to the female monster, raised his foot and stepped on its lower abdomen, and the creature curled up like a silkworm.
"It doesn't seem to be useless for you to hit it like this, let's hurry up. The young man was bored and nibbled on the fruit.
"Damn, take a closer look, this girl has a good figure. ā
Old Hank looked at the fair-skinned and plump breasts of the female monster, showed an evil smile, and reached out to the waistband of his trousers: "I haven't touched a woman for so long, just use it to vent my anger." ā
"Isn't it, you're on the monster too?"
Derek took a bite of the kernel and glanced at Cheap Daddy with a dull expression.
"What's wrong with the monster, the monster is alive no matter what it says, it's better than you use your hands!"
The old tomb robber glanced at his cheap son with disdain, shook off the belt of his trousers, and then waved him back: "Get out of the way, and when I'm done, I'll let you go." ā
"No!"
The young man hurriedly stopped him and eagerly explained, "What if there is a hidden weapon in that thing, or if there is a toxin, have you forgotten the parasite on Jeffrey's body?"
ā......ā
After hearing the word parasite, Old Hank's body trembled, and the boiling desire was suddenly extinguished, and the hard mushroom also softened.
"Forget it, let's just die. ā
The old tomb robber was so afraid of the parasite that no amount of lust could bear the fear, and the eyes of the female monster turned into complete disgust.
"Let's die. ā
Derek also glanced at the female monster with regret, and then quickly turned his face sideways.
Old Hank stepped forward with a dagger and was about to stab it in the chest, but stopped halfway through, and turned his head to look at his cheap son:
"Derek, do it!"
"IāI can't!"
The young man waved his hand again and again, shaking his head and backing away.
"You have to do it!"
The old tomb robber walked up to him with a calm face, stuffed the dagger into the hand of his cheap son, and said sharply: "Such a monster is definitely not the last, if you don't even dare to kill it, how can you protect yourself in the future?"
ā......ā
Derek took the dagger wordlessly, took a deep breath, walked up to the female monster in two or three steps, and said softly:
"Don't blame me, you're to blame!"
As he spoke, he exhaled a breath of exhaust air, then gritted his teeth and stabbed the dagger hard, and the bright blade stabbed into the female monster's chest with a "poof". (To be continued.) )
PS: The editor doesn't know how many days off he has to take, Labor Day