Humphrey looked across in astonishment, this "monster" seemed to have been reborn in the blink of an eye.

Yes, that's right, it's a monster!

That terrifying aura is simply impossible for humans to have.

Rather, another monster, which also feeds on humans, but on the food chain, clearly belongs to a higher level of monsters!

He forcibly suppressed the fear rising in his heart and asked, "What the hell are you?" ”

At the tip of Lothar's finger, the ring that exuded an ominous aura shattered abruptly, turning into a giant gargoyle, spreading its wings behind Lothar's back, and then slowly closing.

In Lothar's body, the terrifying aura that was rising was finally frozen.

He raised the magnificent magic sword condensed by blood magic power in his hand and waved it lightly, feeling that it was quite handy.

He looked Humphrey, who was completely invisible, up and down, and chuckled, "I should ask you this sentence." ”

You activated Milestone: Acts of God Butcher.

Description: You are confronted with an ancient deity left over from a long time.

The severance of faith and the changes of the times have made him weak enough, and in order to survive, the gods can no longer control the four elements of earth, fire, feng and shui, and all they can rely on is the minions corrupted by divine power and the fragile body.

Now it is so weak that it has the body of a mortal, and it also has the possibility of defeating the gods.

Kill it and you'll gain a special talent that focuses on strengthening your personal power.

Comment: [In the ancient days when polytheistic beliefs were still prevalent on the shores of the Mediterranean, every warrior who slaughtered the gods was called a "hero" of mankind. And heroes, deserve to be praised. 】

The air became viscous, and Humphrey's nose was filled with a strong smell of blood, and he retreated with some uneasiness.

Lothar's body was filled with blood-colored flames full of ominous aura.

This is the outward manifestation of the blood magic in his body, which has been filled to the point of overflowing.

Through Humphrey, a dimly lit chamber was reflected in his blood-colored eyes, and in the chamber, the white candlelight reflected an ancient statue of an ancient god who had most of his body hidden in the darkness.

The god of crocodiles!

One of the ancient Egyptian gods that has long been severed.

…

A sharp, blood-colored blade that is both light and sharp.

When he slashed through the air, the lightness that seemed to be impossible to feel resistance at all made Lothar's swordsmanship more and more elusive.

The instinct that seemed to have been engraved into Lothar's DNA, the swordsmanship that the original owner had honed countless times by slashing on the training ground, was all brought into play at this moment.

Humphrey's body, covered in tough scale armor, was soon scarred by the bloody sword.

The Blood Waterfall seemed to be activated without gaps, multiplying his attributes, and with the strange and unpredictable blood magic, Humphrey had no strength to fight back.

"Damn, this magic sword is absorbing my blood!"

Humphrey's face was covered with a layer of human fear, the wildness in his heart was rapidly fading, and the power given to him by the crocodile god was like a dam that had opened the floodgates, passing rapidly.

"Help me, sir!"

He muttered under his breath.

The next moment, an even greater force suddenly descended on Humphrey's body.

Humphrey's breath began to climb.

Lothar did not retreat, but advanced, and his beastly intuition made him keenly aware of the seemingly dangerous but actually contained fighter at this time.

The blood sword in his hand, with an extremely precise posture, as if it had counted even the slightest difference, stepped forward quickly, and pierced Humphrey's spine fiercely.

The infusion of power is interrupted.

This was followed by a horizontal slash.

The head of a lizard covered in scales flew high.

The Blood Sword stabbed down again as Humphrey's body fell to the ground.

In the darkness, the blood on its sword became more and more vivid, like a delicate blood-colored rose after drinking blood.

In the midst of the Rabbit's fall, he has completed the fatal blow of cutting off the source of its strength, severing its neck, and mending the knife for fear that the enemy's vitality will be too tenacious.

"It's amazing, this piece of waste can't help you at all. Want to serve me? I can give you strength, wealth, and eternal life. ”

A cold and majestic voice rang out.

In the corridor, the lamps were lit again, casting a hideous black shadow on the wall.

"Don't talk big, a pseudo-god who has long lost the glory of the gods, the remnants of the old era, and you want me to serve you?"

A trace of disdain appeared on Lothar's cold face, and he said contemptuously: "You are also worthy?" ”

The dark shadow froze in place, as if he didn't expect Lothar to know so much about his condition.

For a long time, there was no reply.

Until Lothar took a step and walked in the direction of his instincts.

A pretended majestic voice resounded: "Stop, mortal, even if you win this time, I will pay enough to satisfy you—this is the same as the rules of your game for the human nobles, isn't it?" ”

Lothar's face slowly pulled up a somewhat hideous smile: "That daytime demon spirit is controlled by you, right?" You've snooped on us through it, and through Humphrey, trying to devour us and restore your stubs? ”

The voice simply admitted, "Indeed, even if this is no longer my time, there is still a lot I can do as an old god." Just feed me blood and I'll be of great help to you, and I can even create an army for you, all crocodiles like Humphrey. ”

"You will use this to rise to become a monarch, and even rule the entire Frankish territory overseas, and all you pay is a small blood sacrifice."

The crocodile god is kind and seductive.

"It's tempting, and I need to think about it."

He said that he was considering, but his steps did not stop at all.

"That's enough, stop mortal!"

The voice became high-pitched: "If you move forward, we will be completely in a situation of endless death, even if we fight to fall, I will make you pay!" ”

Lothar stopped in front of a stone wall, and he smiled, "You're afraid, aren't you?" This emotion is really pleasant. ”

Lothar swung his sword, and the stone wall in front of him collapsed in an instant, revealing a huge half-human, half-crocodile stone sculpture behind it.

A violent air stream poured in, extinguishing the white lamps and candles.

A suffocating majesty swept up like a storm and pressed down on Lothar.

In the crocodile god's tone, he was no longer calm, but instead asked a somewhat angry question: "What do you want?" ”

Lothar smiled politely, like an ancient blood nobleman.

He said word by word: "Kill the gods!" ”

The next moment, his figure exploded into countless small bats, and where he had been standing, a huge mouth hidden in the darkness suddenly opened.

Morisen's fangs are impressively a huge crocodile mouth.

The bat, recondensed into Lothar's body.

Without hesitation, he swung his bloody sword and slashed at the idol.

The blood-colored flames that lingered all over his body were poured into the blood sword in his hand, making its color more vivid and dazzling.

Ignoring his back, a dark crocodile with its sharp claws was grabbing at the back of his heart.

"No, you're crazy?"

"What do we have against us?"

The crocodile god couldn't figure out what he had done to force this extraordinary human being in front of him, desperately not even wanting his own life, but also to die with himself.

Lothar's movements did not pause at all, and this kind of ruthlessness that did not leave a way back for himself completely angered the crocodile god.

It let out an earth-shattering cry: "If you want to be a god killer, then be a dead god killer!" ”

Keng——

Almost at the same time, the blood sword pierced through the stone statue.

The crocodile's claws were also nailed to Lothar's chest.

Lothar gently caressed her chest, which should have been pierced by the claws of the crocodile god, and under the torn silk gown, not even a layer of skin was broken—the talent of Prajna, the solid stone.

When activated, it is immune to all damage taken for 3 seconds.

He humbly bowed in greeting.

It was like completing a grand performance, and the curtain call was on the audience.

(End of chapter)