The roar of the dog's broken gong burst like thunder through the dilapidated hut, and the ascetic-like assailants in tattered black robes were visibly shocked when they heard a ghostly demon speak sensibly - and the next second, something even more shocking happened.

With a flick of Shirley's chain, she rounded the dark hound in her hand and smashed it at the nearest "Last Missionary".

She doesn't really know much about the Last Preacher, she only knows in general terms that this is also a group of cultists, and it is even crazier and more extreme, and the "Lord" it worships is even the subspace itself, Shirley doesn't know why a group of such madmen suddenly came out of the city-state of Purand, and she doesn't know why this group of madmen will find herself, but it doesn't matter-

The experience of crawling in the gutters and alleys taught her a truth, don't think about those things that you can't figure out when you encounter danger, and it is better to throw off your arms and do TMD than anything else!

The huge ghostly hound whizzed through the air like a cannonball, and in an instant it smashed into a "preacher" in a tattered black robe, and after the muffled sound of flesh and bones colliding, the attacker flew upside down, slammed into a pillar not far away, twisted his body into strange angles, and then slipped to the ground.

Shirley tugged on the chain and dragged the dog back to her side, then slammed it again into the next enemy.

But in just a moment's effort, the black-robed figures had already reacted - they were obviously more experienced in combat than the lowest-level Sun Cultists that Shirley had seen before, even if they fell into a brief moment of stunned in the face of an extremely rare way of fighting, these guys still quickly regrouped and scattered to dodge the moment the ghostly hounds pounced.

One of them almost wiped the dog's bones and head to the side, and at the same time raised his hand to Shirley, and a hoarse and gloomy shout came from under the hood: "You will be exhausted!" ”

"God is yelling at you X hammer!" Shirley was extremely irritable at the moment, and when she heard the other party's divine chatter, she suddenly became more and more angry, and as soon as she turned around, the chain in her hand roared out, and the dog's skeletal body slammed into the screaming last preacher, smashing the latter upside down and flying out.

However, it was these three or two times of shaking the chains, and Shirley suddenly noticed that something was wrong with her body.

She felt a little tired, not too bad, but it did show up.

At the same time, she felt a buzzing in her head, her anger raging through her heart as if uncontrollably, and the urge to abandon any defenses altogether and rush straight to the end with the enemy was beating violently, almost making her dizzy.

The strange sound of squeaking suddenly came into her ears, and Shirley followed the sound and saw that the attacker who had just been smashed out by herself actually got up from the ground, the other party was covered in blood, and many bones were obviously broken, but this "preacher" seemed to ignore the pain that was enough to make ordinary people faint, and raised his hands high while being covered in blood: "My hands and siblings, I will not die from the curse of flesh and blood!" ”

After this shout, the surrounding last preachers instantly seemed to gain infinite courage and strength, and the next second, Shirley was shocked to see the bodies of these madmen begin to change—their bony bodies began to swell and twist, thick bone spurs and tough muscular whips grew and lengthened from their limbs like weapons, and their bodies were torn and reshaped in great pain, becoming hateful, twisted and desecrated— The fanatics seemed to have fallen into some inexplicable state of ecstasy in this painful process, and they cheered, shouted, and praised, and then pounced in Shirley's direction.

"What the is this!" Of course, Shirley did not sit back and wait for these attackers to do something, at the same time that the body of the first last preacher began to change, she whirred the chains, and smashed the dog at the nearest enemy, the other party was smashed by her tendons and fractures, although it was not killed on the spot, but it also interrupted the process of mutation in an instant, but with such a gesture of raising her hand, Shirley felt more obvious fatigue than just now, and there was a violent impulse in her head that was sharper and more painful than just now.

She even began to hear noises that weren't there, and the muscles all over her body seemed to be gnawed by invisible sharp teeth, painful and tyrannical, every bundle of muscle fibers. (This chapter is not finished!) )

Chapter 184: The Attack of the Last Preacher

It's as if they're about to leave their bodies.

"These 'preachers, lunatics who have voluntarily embraced subspace! Their words and their figures are tainted! Ah Gou's voice suddenly sounded in Shirley's mind, with unprecedented impatience, "Don't let them continue to push!" Whichever king and eight lambs open their mouths, you will smash which! Don't make eye contact with them, don't listen to their shouts! ”

A cold light suddenly appeared at the edge of Shirley's field of vision, she instinctively wanted to dodge, but she was still stabbed in the arm by a bone spur, while hurriedly waving the chain to fight back, she felt that her hands and feet were twice as heavy as just now, and this time the world in her eyes even began to appear black ghosting.

Another last preacher took the opportunity to open his arms again and prayed in a loud voice with the vicious words: "Thou shalt be wounded and will not heal......

"Bang!"

"!" Shirley rounded the dog and smashed the crazy "preacher" who had mutated into a spur-ridden monster into the wall, and the next second she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her back.

A spear-like bone spur pierced from the insidious corner and pierced deep into her back, if it weren't for the fact that her body had become as tough and durable as a ghostly demon in the years of "demonic symbiosis", I am afraid that she would be pierced in this blow. @精华\/Shuge Error-free Debut~~

Shirley's body involuntarily lunged forward, and the dog next to her suddenly blocked in front of the attacker who wanted to pursue, opening his mouth and spitting out a very corrosive mixture of black flame and acid.

The attacker was temporarily pushed back, but Shirley was in a terrible state, leaning against a nearby wall to prop herself up, feeling the blood running down her back and her muscles twitching uncontrollably. Baidu search|7|4|文|学|网|See the latest chapters of Deep Sea Embers.

The contamination of the Last Apostle still played a role—although the resistance from the Nether Demon made her more tolerant of the anomaly than the average person, she could now clearly feel her body ...... due to the initial nerf and curse she was unexpectedly Get out of hand.

The blood was boiling, the noise in her head was getting louder and louder, her muscles were twitching, and she saw that smoke was already rising from the wound on her arm, and instead of healing, the flesh that had burst in the smoke was gradually growing ugly and disgusting granulations, and the blood wriggled and coagulated around the wound like an independent life.

I'm afraid the wound on my back is in a similar state.

“…… Damn, it's so hard to kill only three ......"

Shirley spat blood to the side, grinning and muttering.

"Not bad," came the dog's grunting voice, the voice of the dark hound sounded a little languishing - as Shirley's first barrier to contamination, it was actually more affected by the last preachers, "These are priest-level ascetics, not the rabble who gather in the basement and be fooled into donating money...... If you fight them, it's almost like storming a church in the city...... It's not a loss at all. ”

"X, a group of adults of this size, beating up my harmless little girl, adults are really shameless," Shirley raised her head, her face covered in blood as she looked at the last preachers who were gathering around her, and there was only ferocity in her eyes, "I provoked you?"

There were still three of them still standing, all of them now reduced to skeletal and bloody monsters, their tattered robes hanging like shrouds on their deformed and mutated bodies, looking more and more eerie in the dimness.

Of course they didn't respond to Shirley, just like a hunter wouldn't negotiate with his prey.

Shirley coughed up blood and looked up.

There was a lot of fighting in the room, but it didn't attract the attention of the guards, let alone the neighbors, and the window was still in that hazy state, and the street was unusually quiet.

Apparently, the entire house was shrouded in some kind of "barrier", and the attackers were very well prepared before they made their move.

The furniture was all destroyed.

Walls and pillars are also crumbling.

The only wardrobe was shattered by the aftermath of the battle, and several of its clothes and small drawer containing change fell to the floor, soaked in blood and corroded by acid.

The most valuable one in the house. (This chapter is not finished!) )

Chapter 184: The Attack of the Last Preacher

An oil lamp was also knocked over to the ground, and the lampshade shattered to the ground.

"I'm just going to have this thing, and you're going to smash it to pieces," Shirley finally couldn't support herself, and her body slowly slid towards the floor, but she still tilted her head and looked at the enemy who had raised her bone spurs to attack her, "*** thing, I'll make you bleed later......"

Bone spurs are stabbed in the air. Initial Update@

Then it slows down in the blink of an eye, delaying the overlapping apparitions, which finally come to rest in mid-air.

A flash of green flame suddenly appeared in the room that should have been completely enveloped by the barrier, and in the flames, huge and hideous bone birds swirled and flew in the air, and a piercing and strange shrill female voice reached Shirley's ears

"Our fighters are engaged with the enemy...... Teleportation successful! ”

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Chapter 184: The Attack of the Last Preacher