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Standing in front of everyone was a green giant with a height of 4 meters, he was like a demon in myths and legends, with a pair of black goat horns, recurved hooves and a flexible inverted triangular tail, his body was covered with dense black scales, it seemed that the original muscles were stretched out, in the gap between the flesh and blood, what flowed was not blood, but dark green, like a liquid like magma, his hands in the flames had transformed into a pair of claws that shone with a terrible light, and no one would doubt the power of those claws。

And his eyes, the pupils that belong to human beings have disappeared, and they are all black eyes, with the distorted face, which looks weird and abnormal, and there are purple manes and armor in some parts of his body, although they do not conform to the mainstream aesthetics of this world, but if Elivan witnesses all this, he may still clap his hands in admiration,

"What a handsome Sartre!"

Yes, the sergeant was transmitted from the twisted flames, which was not huge, but the pure excessive demonic aura was contaminated, and the demonic aura with a very high energy level directly twisted him into the most human-like creature among the demons, Sartre, a monster that uses nightmares and corrosive magic and has weak combat effectiveness, but at the same time has a cunning and vicious mind and a pure evil heart, so it can continue to evolve.

Of course, this standard of "weak combat effectiveness" is relative to other demons, for these creeping human believers in front of them, and even for the hundred battles of the Pakan Defense Line, the Sartre in front of him is an irresistible demon king. 【】

"Hmm!"

When the sergeant inhaled all the remaining black smoke into his mouth like a drug, his distorted and amplified spiritual power easily saw the few believers who were secretly targeting him, which made the sergeant very unhappy, because he felt that this reckless act had destroyed the "sacredness" of the sacrificial ritual, which would undoubtedly anger the master and even affect himself.

"Arrogance!"

The sergeant let out a roar, and the claws as sharp as five daggers put together reached out to the bold ones, and the evil energy that escaped from the sergeant's body turned into a green rune whip, firmly binding their bodies, and then dragging them in the direction of Sartre.

"Kneel, you who have blasphemed your master! you too will be sacrificed to this great sacrifice!"

Sartre moved his shoulders, and then his whole body shrank rapidly, almost in the blink of an eye, he changed back to the original sergeant human appearance in the black light that distorted the light, but unlike before, he was no longer the gray military uniform, but a set of black, exquisite, but exuding chaos magic full-body armor.

"Whew, whew!"

Just as the sergeant commanded the fanatics who had already believed in him to knock the few struggling guys to the ground, the wind in the night sky suddenly became violent, like a roaring death, whistling across the twisting campfire, the sergeant turned his head sharply, and then closed his eyes, as if sniffing a certain smell, and inhaled deeply, and then his pure black eyes were full of ecstasy and excitement,

"Enough! Believers who obey our Lord, there is no time to waste, choose your own sacrifice and please our Lord! Our companions have already begun to act, I smell blood and death, this is the death knell of destruction, this is the supreme will of the Destroyer!"

The fat officer didn't know how to use it, and he also untied the rope, and he didn't care about decency, pulled a set of clothes from the corpse next to him, and was thinking about how to save his life, but after hearing the sergeant's shout, his cunning eyes flashed, and he immediately smashed his fist into the corner of the eye of the believer next to him, snatched the sacrificial dagger from his hand, and rushed to the side of the sacrifices that were tied together, and followed the example of the sergeant, and stabbed the man who had been with him in the chest a few minutes ago。

After all, he is a soldier, and his hand is really ruthless enough, just a stab, a stroke, the heart part is out of the treasure house, the fat officer turned his head, as if he did not dare to look directly at the eyes of the sacrifice, he stretched out his hand, gritted his teeth and pulled the heart out of the body of the sacrifice, and then regardless of other obstacles, trembling rushed to the still twisting bonfire, frantically put his limbs on the ground, and shouted,

"O my lord, I am your lost lamb, I offer you a sacrifice, and I may put your greatness... No, please give me your wickedness!"

A group of people rushed out, trying to drag the pseudo-believer back, but were stopped by the sergeant, and a smile appeared on Sartre's lips, as if he was looking forward to what was next.

The fat officer is also desperate, he is not a sincere person himself, and even before today, he has not even heard the teachings of this madman church, but at this time, in order to save his life, he can only hope that the existence opposite is a "generous" guy as the sergeant said, otherwise, he will still have to die.

"Ahh

The fire ruthlessly roasted the fat officer's arms, but the strange thing was that when he gritted his teeth and survived for a few seconds, the burning pain quickly disappeared, and instead there was a coolness that made him moan uncontrollably, coming from his arms, he could even feel that the cool power was slowly transforming his body, although he didn't know what the future would become, but the fat officer was sure of at least one thing.

He survived! There was nothing better than that.

"Praise be to you, my lord, you are the supreme destroyer!"

The sergeant also seized the opportunity and said loudly to the believers who had been stunned,

"Behold, the great master has shown his power! a heretic, who has recognized the ridiculousness of the false gods, who has thrown himself under the throne of his master, and whose humility has been washed away by the fire, and whose soul has been reformed, and who is from now on our companion!

A few minutes later, the fat officer who had completed the transformation had returned to his human form like Sergeant Sartre, but he was now standing humbly behind Sergeant Sartre, with a low-eyed and kind and friendly appearance, as if he were a natural priest.

But the two of them stood on the dilapidated roof, not to pose, at the end of their sights, there was a red light ignited in the night, like blood and tears on the earth.

Five stations, a huge sacrificial ceremony of over 200 people, and a distant "base camp", hahaha, but we were the first to complete it, so we deservedly received the richest bounty from our master. (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.