Doudu, who seemed to have gone crazy, did not forget his mission.

Given an oracle to become like this, all for a single purpose: to protect the Holy Maiden of the Church, Tilda, Grand Duke of West Asia.

Therefore, Audu, who broke free from the dark green venom full of acid, was reborn, even though he was full of anger, he still did not lose his mind to vent on the immobile cocoon in front of him.

This is not only because the cocoon is like a bomb full of poison that cannot be easily touched, but also because he has a more important task to do.

Aodu let out a low roar and was about to turn around and chase after Yutaiming, the medicine cocoon on the ground lost his legs, and he couldn't stop it at all.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of Gongsun Changzheng in the distance, and when he saw that Aodu was about to run, his right hand immediately reached into his arms, and he took out a yellowed note between his index and middle fingers and folded it hard, and several orange sparks lit up around the yellow paper.

"Stop him!"

Gongsun Changzheng shouted quite fiercely, and almost at the same time, the dark green venom dripping in the center of the entire battlefield suddenly lit up with the same orange fireworks, mixed with thick black smoke, and a violent stench suddenly hit.

That venom turned out to be flammable!

Otto's curse-like roar rang out again, and since the old man and the unhaunted girl had intervened, he felt far more pain than he had ever felt against the old man.

In front of Oddu, the medicine cocoon that was crawling on the ground with his arms was like a terrifying living dead, and rushed forward with both arms on the ground, hugging Audu's legs tightly.

Immediately afterwards, the medicine cocoon itself suddenly burst into orange-yellow flames, and the girl's fair skin suddenly turned yellow, smoked, and gradually became charred.

Black smoke billowed out.

The black smoke that could almost burn the respiratory tract was sucked into Audu's chest, and the sharp pain like iron burning was like a steel nail piercing his lungs, this fire was by no means an ordinary fire, and the black smoke was naturally not an ordinary fog, Audu's skinless flesh and blood were exposed to the scorching black smoke and fire, constantly peeling off and regenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the cycle repeated.

"Your Highness is right, Gongsun Changzheng really looks like he has the upper hand."

Regardless of whether Jiang Keyin was sincere or not, the current situation seemed to be true.

Han Dongwen was secretly a little excited in his heart, and he found that his idea had not been completely overturned.

It is true that Aodu did not have this strange state of scarlet meat in the previous game, but if he understands the battle situation that others can't understand, if he understands it from the perspective of the game, he can read the battle situation all of a sudden.

Uldu's mechanics haven't completely changed!

The core of the original oracle of temperance was to break the oracle's armor by accumulating the number of damage before the prayer ended, and its core was the detection of the number of attacks.

And now, this undead monster-looking Auduc, his mechanics haven't completely changed.

It's just that from the original tube of blood, with 2,500 times of injury-free armor, it has become no armor, but I don't know how many tubes of blood.

And this design is not new in the gaming world, if Audu has 2500 blood, then kill him alive 2500 times!

This is based on the original simple calculation of the number of attacks, and the double test of the player's ability to mow the grass and the ability to output continuously.

In other words, if he keeps increasing his output again and again, it will only be more thankless, and the output will increase a hundred times, but once it can only empty one blood, no rut is no rut.

Obviously, Audu, who has given up his defense in exchange for regeneration, is testing the continuous output.

And what compares to poisoning and burning for sustained output?

"It's useful...... Although the means are much more terrifying than I thought. ”

Han Dongwen smiled bitterly and shook his head, looking at the spectacular scene of this battlefield when limbs were broken and limbs were flying, and flesh and blood were burning with venom, but he had a little more thought in his heart.

A knight commander, and a lieutenant, can fight this kind of hell on earth?

There are seven knights in West Asia, and Simeng has sixteen lieutenants, and with the growth speed of the first machine, how long does it take to cultivate before he can intervene in a battle of this level?

There is no doubt that it is absolutely impossible, at least until the year of the year to invite the immortals.

I'm afraid that in the eyes of people of their level, their first number one is just like a balladeer, no, just like an ant.

Han Dongwen expects that he can be like Tilda and govern the country with strength, which is too difficult.

Besides, whether he stands firm or not can be said to be another matter, the most important thing is that his first priority is to survive - to survive from the divine light that is not sure whether it will fall or not.

To this end, he must show Gao that he and Tilda can still stabilize the power under his command, so that he can further unravel the secret of serving the divine light.

"So, like the player, it doesn't make sense to get stronger little by little......"

Han Dongwen muttered to himself in his heart, and suddenly realized that no matter whether Gongsun Changzheng or Jiang Keyin and Taifu were treated, he had no chance of winning if he treated them as great enemies at the moment.

They are cards.

Those who have their own ideas, not necessarily obedient, cards.

If you want to be able to beat them out and let them use them for their own use, you can only rely on interests, whether it is internal competition or making a big cake, as long as you have a way to find profitable benefits, there will naturally be people who are willing to obey orders.

Even if it is a somewhat uncomfortable object like Gongsun Changzheng, it is a good cat that can catch mice.

Battlefield.

The battlefield was in shambles, the flesh was charred, and the blood mixed with fat and oil, like black, red and yellow, pits Oddu in the middle of the battlefield.

Maybe it's coming to an end, maybe it's not yet.

The muscles in Ordu's body were still growing, but at a much slower pace. Before the granulation could grow, it had been atrophied and torn apart by toxicity.

Beneath him, a charred skeleton with unburned flesh still hung at Oddu's feet like a ghost, and the cocoon was still unchanging and hugged Audu before it was burned alive, allowing him to endure the closest and most intense poisonous fire.

"I don't know what kind of technique this West Asian person uses...... It doesn't seem to be a church's, right? It's kind of interesting. ”

In the distance, Gongsun Changzheng was still leaning over, walking leisurely, looking at Aodu, who was like a flesh and blood sculpture, like an old pedant, and his eyes were full of academic spirit.

"Try this again."

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of jagged yellow teeth, took out a red note from his bosom again, sandwiched it between his fingers, and read vigorously:

"Cold moss and rain, decayed willows and empty smoke, green and yellow broken wood bottles."

This time, the note in Gongsun Changzheng's hand did not spontaneously combust, but rather strangely gradually wrinkled, yellowed, faded, and brittled into fragments and fell into the bloody mud under his feet.

The dots of white light lit up, and Han Dongwen couldn't really see it at first, until the little bit of white light was connected and elongated, and he finally saw the reason.

It was something like a fungus that began to decay and grow on top of the flesh that had been poisoned and burned.

The white mycelium spread at a speed visible to the naked eye, like the traces of a white brush, becoming denser and denser around Audu, gradually weaving into a three-dimensional shape, weaving into an egg with a mycelium forming a shell—

Not eggs.

It was a cocoon, a cocoon that had sealed Auddu in it.

Ordu's roar of pain was sealed in a cocoon, dull and silent.

Wrapped in the giant white cocoon that had just been weaved, there was also the charred skeleton beneath his feet.

"Poison, set on fire, and then make a rot-"

Han Dongwen was speechless while watching, and he only felt that it was not easy for everyone to sit in the position of lieutenant.

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