Some people screamed, but more people subconsciously attacked the obviously abnormal living corpse and naked man.

And rightfully so.

It was a "relaxed" party, and it could not change the fact that it was a group of cruel "xenos" who were dominant, and the innocents had already died or fallen into a coma or madness before Agnes arrived.

The living corpse and the naked man did not care about their attack at all, even if the shriveled skin of the living corpse was already tattered to reveal the bare bone white underneath, even if the naked man was drenched in blood, and the internal organs flowed down the broken part of the abdomen.

Soon, however, all the attackers' movements slowed down, and their faces were strangely distorted, as if they were incredibly frightened, but also as if they were just a kind of intoxicating serenity.

Then, they fell completely silent, and stood there quietly, staring at the only anomaly, Gottles, who stood not far from Agnes.

Gottles hunched over, trembling and curled up together, his hands covering his face, sobbing or suppressed laughter coming from between his fingers.

He straightened up in the eyes of all those who looked at him, lowered his hand, and looked at Agnes with a big smile on his lips.

"Sure enough, you're just as crazy as I am." His tone was impassioned and uplifting, and he seemed overly sharp, "You are an expert in this ritual. ”

Agnes did not respond to Gottles's words, but those who had calmed down were all agitated.

Gottles's body turned into a puddle of illusory black viscous liquid, sweeping towards the surroundings in a polluted manner, but he didn't let the attacks of those people touch him, and the sound of wanton laughter and words reached Agnes's ears intermittently.

"Fear, thirst for killing, desire to survive...... No, no, no, expectation? Strange, incomprehensible desire ......"

"How did you change the influence of desire used for rituals?"

His figure appeared next to the living corpse that was only a pile of bones, and then vanished.

Agnes didn't respond to all of his questions, just quietly looked into the eyes of Gottles who appeared in front of her.

Those eyes were full of malice and coldness, and they were strangely gray in Agnes' eyes.

Agnes felt her heart beat faster for a moment, then return to normal, but her eyes were filled with mesmerization.

The enveloping illusory viscous liquid suddenly collapsed, and the huge figure burning with pale blue flames fell to its knees as if it had been hit hard, spilling out a gasp of filth and depravity.

Agnes saw him raise his head, and the intoxication in Gottles' eyes disappeared little by little, but the eyes that looked at Agnes were full of malicious curiosity.

This is by no means the resistance that the mid-low sequence can have, Agnes frowned slightly, of course, the desire flower that has never appeared in her hands since the beginning of the "party" is enough to explain the abnormality of Gottles.

A flaming greatsword shaped like a knife appeared in Gotteles' hand, and with a wave of it, those who approached him were cut off almost without resistance, and the smell of roasted meat emanated from the fracture, and not a trace of blood spilled.

"Why don't you let them go, sir," he said, in a confused tone, but his gaze no longer met Angness's, "you know I can kill them at will." ”

"That's what they want to do." For the first time, Agnes spoke up to answer Gottles' question.

"You don't care?" Gottles laughed wildly, "That's great! ”

Agnes subconsciously raised her hand, but Gottles had already clenched her fists completely, and the dark and evil color seemed to cover the armor.

Those people were in complete confusion.

Some people subconsciously clasped the neck of the person next to him, and let the other party grasp him bloodied and never let go; Others slammed their heads against the stone steps, and gurgling blood flowed from the broken foreheads; Many more suddenly collapsed to the ground, silently after a few convulsions, or their bodies exploded, and fragments of internal organs and broken flesh flew up and down from the sky, hanging on the shoulders of the people who were still standing.

Agnes didn't pay much attention to these people, but controlled the newly born flowers in her hands to shrink rapidly, and those who were still alive gradually calmed down, and the overly intense emotions completely faded from her eyes.

The corpses that had collapsed to the ground and were silent staggered to their feet, and rushed towards the huge figures burning with pale blue flames, most of them shattered in the dozen or so pale blue fireballs that burst out, and the flesh covered with flames still surged in the direction they had originally entered.

But that wasn't the only thing Agnes did in an instant, as unseen branches wrapped around her body, dark red and purple markings all over her completely discolored, skin.

Her figure vanished in place for a moment, and in the next moment Gottles appeared at her side.

"You're angry?" Gottles laughed wildly, and gradually stopped, his expression obviously confused, "No effect? ”

Agnes seemed unaware of Gotteres's words, and the white frost spread from everywhere she passed, and countless shadows in mid-air emitted an ethereal, cold scream.

There are quite a lot of ghosts here, and Agnes was slightly surprised by the number of ghosts she had awakened, but she didn't feel the slightest joy in her heart.

Gottles snapped in silent screams, the muscles of his body seemed to spasm for a moment, and his claws covered with dark red and purple markings cut straight through the pale blue flames around him and buckled towards his neck.

Gottles came to his senses the moment his claws touched his skin, and the massive bat's wings flapped and left the spot in an instant.

But the claws of both hands had pierced into his skin, and as he moved, they sliced across his neck and shoulder blades, bringing a large mass of flesh with him, revealing the white bones below.

The broken wound, the flesh was black and rolled up, as if a maggot was about to be born, to spread deeper, and then stopped in the burning of the pale blue flame, no longer deeper.

"Where did your superficial hatred come from?" Gottles seemed to be unaware of the wounds on his body, but looked at Agnes with unusual excitement and asked in a sharp voice.

Agnes didn't speak, and the figure disappeared from its place again.

The moment Agneth's figure vanished, Gotteles' body turned into an illusory viscous liquid and swept away farther away.

Where he had just stood, claws sliced through the air, making a rattling sound.

Agnes narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked at Gottles, who had regrouped not far away.