"Pretending to be a ghost!" "Liar!" "Fraudster!" the heads roared angrily, towards the ghost who didn't know if it was cheese. The expressions of those heads were extremely hideous, and they no longer had the appearance of the torture and killing of Atta, and now they were more like warriors who were fighting for the survival of their tribe. It's ironic that people and anything else can look noble and sympathetic to anything they do if they fall into disadvantage. Is this sympathy wrong? Is the struggle of the underservant always noble? Perhaps, but maybe there are not so many real underachievers in this world.

Unfazed by the roar of the skull, the ghost spread its awl-like legs and walked gently over to the swordswoman who had been thrown out. Starting from the wound in the shoulder, the inside of Ata's body has been gnawed by worms, such an injury, no, this can no longer be called an injury. Just as it was now difficult to say that Atta's body was a corpse, it was a piece of meat that had been eaten and leftovers! At the slightest touch, the seemingly intact shell would shatter instantly, and the remaining juice would flow out of the wounds and holes. The ghost stared at her for a few seconds.

Then, there was a piercing roar that filled the night sky. It's just that the roar wasn't directed at the multi-headed monster in front of him or any other evil thing that was following Alei, or even at Alei. The target of this roar is the monster that created the swordswoman, the terrifying evil god that perseveres on the heavenly tree. The evil god heard the roar or not, and no one knew. But what is certain is that after this roar was issued, many eyes between heaven and earth were drawn to the grassland, focusing on the ghost's body. The owners of these sights are just as much or more than they were when Cheese killed the shadows in the forest all those years ago.

At this moment, they all knew that the thing under the protection of the Lord of the Gray Tower had not disappeared with Clarke's disappearance. Of course, it is not known what the owners of sight will think of this, and how they will respond to it. For the vast majority of life and consciousness in this world, this roar does not exist, they cannot hear it, and naturally they have no way of knowing what will happen to the world after this roar. It's not uncommon to see that the world changes when people don't notice, and no one bothers to inform everyone.

The multi-headed monster was naturally one of the vast majority, and it saw only the ghost in pain over the death of the female swordsman, which rekindled the cruel desire in its heart. That thing doesn't seem invincible, does it? It will also be moved by the death of its companion, it still has human weaknesses, and that is enough, enough to kill it!

The monster grinned and rushed towards the ghost, believing that it could not do itself any harm, for the heads felt nothing when they were afraid of the things it killed. They gained self-confidence, and their mouths began to spit out all sorts of blasphemous and filthy words. In the next second, everything came to an abrupt halt. No one knew what was happening, but the ghost's raised hand was already clutching the worm in the belly of the multi-headed monster, the end of which was connected like a tail to a series of heads. As for the flesh that once carried them, it has crumbled to the ground.

The ghost looked at the worm that was still writhing in its hand, the hundred-legged worm was still dead and not stiff, not to mention the evil god heir who gnawed at the heavenly wood, it had just lost its shell, and it could find a replacement at any time. But the ghost wouldn't give it another chance, and the other hand was not afraid of the fangs in the worm's mouthparts, and slammed into its body, sending its own power into it. The worm's yellowish-white body gradually changed color from within, and its struggles quickly weakened, filling the worm's body with patches of purple-black color. It wasn't long before there was no more such worm in the world, and only a few heads fell to the ground and rolled.

Cutting off several of the culprits who had killed his companions, the ghost's gaze looked around, there were still many scum who had followed Alay, and many of them had already taken advantage of the gap in the siege of the squad to rush into the market and stir up a wave of screams and death. For those eyes, darkness and the outer walls of the yurt could not be an obstacle at all, and it could clearly see the atrocities in every place where the screams took place, and clearly see every detail of the dead and the dead, the perpetrators and the abusers. There's no reason for it to help them, is it? Cheese will fight for the people here, but Ghost is not Cheese.

Avenging his companion was probably just a whim of the ghost, and although it appeared in the form of Cheese, no one could tell what it was. Motionless, after killing the ghost of the hydra, it kept looking around, as if it had turned into a statue. The evil creatures who were terrified of its existence have gradually regained their courage from the initial scattering and running. Of course, they didn't dare to approach the ghost, but since the latter didn't make any other moves, did that mean that they could now enjoy the meal in front of them?

Rush, kill, you long for death, don't you? the warm, twisted, fearful death. Okay, I'll give it to you.

The size of the ghost became larger, and in the moonlight, it seemed to be a swarthy giant, and the head of this giant no longer had the shape of a human, and the head extended completely from the neck upwards to the top of a spire, and on the head there was an erect mouth, which had thousands of teeth, and a thousand tongues, and a thousand eyes on the tip of the tongue. There was malice in every eye.

"Die. The giant's hand, stretched out in front of him, and the black palm immediately turned into hundreds of black tendrils, and he crossed the steppe and poured into the market, pulling the evil creatures out of the market, lifting them up, and lifting them into the air in the moonlight. Then they were brutally killed. Rain, blood and guts, bodily fluids and brains, those disgusting rains scattered from the air, dripping into the grasslands, flowing down the blades of grass to the ground, swallowed up by the soil. This is somewhat incredible, because there are many skinned people who are killed by the roots, and they will not die by strangulation, or will they really die from strangulation?

The army of evil creatures was wiped out in a matter of moments. All that remains of the steppe are black giants and ruined bazaars, creating a grotesque picture in the moonlight. At that moment, something became the only one in action in the picture. That's Alei, or rather, most of Alei. After being taken away by the eagle, the body that remained here ran in the direction where Naren had disappeared. If no one cares, it will keep running, knowing how to find its own head, or grow another one. The odds of either of these possibilities are not low.

"My, robes. The galloping Aleière seemed to provoke the giant, whose voice gushed out from a mouth large enough to swallow a whole warhorse.