With the help of magic, Schug struggled to stay awake, but for an ordinary person like old Schubert, both the sight in front of him and the terrible sounds were enough to completely destroy his spirit and sanity.

In order to fight against the feeling of oppression like a landslide and tsunami, he continued to use the flamethrower in his hand to spray flames forward, but soon, this was close to the limit of the simple flamethrower, the oil in the gold pot was completely exhausted, and the magic crystals embedded in the spray gun also completely lost its light, after the last trace of fire erupted, the weapon in the old Schubert's hand fell completely silent, and at the moment when he was stunned, a black shadow suddenly burst out of the oblique thorn, and then directly penetrated the calf of the old Schubert like an iron hook.

It was a giant insect limb.

Or rather, it's a thick cloud of pus that mimics the shape of an insect's limb.

Xiuge's reaction at this moment had already reached the limit, and the two tentacles that were originally busy tearing apart a "soldier" immediately reversed direction, and they accurately hit the insect arthropod made of black slime, and while successfully shattering it, it also hooked the old Schubert's body, and the two black tentacles used force at the same time, bringing the old man's thin body back.

Poor Schubert had now lost his mind, his eyes glazed over, his mouth grunting weakly, and his calves, pierced by black arthropods, were dragged feebly to the ground, and seemed to have lost all their vitality.

Sally rushed over, and she shuddered as she dragged her uncle backwards.

As ordinary people, they have all reached their limits.

It was also at this time that exciting news finally came from the rear.

"That's it!"

Wei Lin's voice trembled a little, but it couldn't hide the joy and excitement in it, and Xiuge also sensed that there was an obvious gap in the magic ritual field behind him that had been blocking the way of him and the others.

The alchemy bomb that had been in his hands for a long time finally came into use.

He pressed the bulge on the metal ball hard, and the fine and dangerous fluorescent lines appeared on the metal ball again, and Shug shook his right hand vigorously to throw the alchemical bomb out, and the touch of Calon swept hard, knocking back the two sticky shadows that tried to get close to him, and then turned and ran.

He'd seen the horrors of such alchemy bombs before, and he didn't want to go through the same torture as the sword-wielding hermit who had fallen victim to a horror story, "stuffed" with swamp witch hair.

As for what this mass of black pus that didn't even have a fixed body to think, Xiuge didn't bother to think about it.

Under the cover of two flaming arrows released by Wei Lin, Xiug successfully retreated to the open gap in the ritual field, and at this time, the alchemy bomb that was thrown out finally exploded!

The scene that once gave Xiuge a deep impression happened again, but this time, because the environment was narrower, the impact was more direct, only to see the dense hair shadows suddenly burst out from the landing point of the alchemy bomb, they were like sharp steel wires, shuttling wantonly among those viscous black shadows, so those shapes and shapes were torn apart in an instant, divided into different fragments of different sizes. ….

This time, the Alchemy Bomb's effectiveness was far less exaggerated than before.

The strange creatures of black pus were torn apart, but the hairs that burst out of the alchemy bomb were not enough to rob them of their vitality, so the liquid began to regather after falling to the ground......

"Let's go!"

Xiuge urged.

Vilyn immediately passed through the gap, and by this time she was ready, as soon as Shuge passed through the gap, she would immediately destroy the emblem crystal in her hand so that the ceremonial arena could be sealed off again.

At that time, the obstacles that had previously prevented them from escaping from the city of Salem could be directly transformed into a protective force to block the enemy in the rear.

But accidents always like to look at people when they are one step away from success.

It was as if he saw that the prey he had been dreaming of was about to leave, and at the moment when Xiuge was about to pass through the gap, a strange magic wave suddenly erupted, and the anomaly was born.

Under the influence of that magic, a part of the mucus remains near the edge regrouped and formed in the blink of an eye, and the small amount of black pus barely formed a mutilated human body, and it swooped forward, two mutilated, deformed arms stretched out forcefully, and they were actually hugged towards Xiuge's body!

Xiuge's reaction was also extremely fast, and the moment there was a sound behind him, the touch of Calon had already emerged from his palm, and the fierce black tentacles were like spears piercing towards the back, but the mutilated slime figure abandoned the lower half of his body the moment he was hit by the touch of Calron, and forcibly picked up Xiuge's body like this!

This was beyond everyone's expectations, including Xiuge himself.

He wanted to shake off the strange mass of slime immediately, but before he could take any further action, a cold feeling passed from the place where the black slime came into contact with his body, and under its influence, Xiuge only felt that all his movements became extremely difficult, and he could see that the extremely ugly black pus seemed to form a middle-aged man's face in front of him, and it opened its mouth wide, as if it was about to shout something.

Time stands still at this moment.

Heartbeat, breath, blood, mind, and magic...... Everything was frozen by the cold, and Shuge tried to move his body, but he found that he had lost control of his body.

The annoying and strange sacrificial text sounded again, only this time, the sound of the recitation of the sacrificial text actually echoed directly in Xiuge's mind, and not only that, but the content of it had also changed.

"Thank you for the gifts of the gods of the ages."

"Let our remnants enjoy this empty shell."

"Thank you for the mercy of the gods of the ages."

"That our children may return to the world."

There was a fiery emotion in the cold sacrificial text, that was reverence, that was gratitude, but for Xiuge, it carried an incomparably strong malice.

At the moment when the sound of the sacrifice disappeared, Xiuge only felt that the cold feeling that stayed in his body exploded instantly, and they completely occupied every vessel, every inch of muscle, and every bone of his body...... Under the influence of this force, even the spiritual world that Xiuge had never been offended or violated was not spared, and Xiuge caught a glimpse of the elusive black mist emerging from his spiritual realm, which evolved into various limb forms, and then climbed up the rotating metal disc from all directions. ….

With this change, a large number of incomparably chaotic messages poured in, and in these chaotic images, Hug saw the princes' slowly advancing convoy, saw the suddenly collapsed bell tower of the city of Selen, and saw the black waves spreading towards the crowd......

Without exception, these images come from the victims.

This ancient being, which was summoned and cultivated with a large number of changeling worms as the main sacrifice, the caster who presided over the sacrifice as the key key, the eligible site as the sacrifice pit, and the blood of the innocent as nourishment, is now wantonly "pouring" its own power into the body in front of it.

As stated in the sacrificial incantations, in this incomparably chaotic mass of beings called out by ancient rituals, the body of the cultivator has been regarded as a perfect shell for himself, and in that chaotic converging consciousness, this is one of the most important purposes of his return to the world!

It is precisely because of this that it, or rather, they do not dare to hurt this body at all, and as for the other beings around them, in their eyes, they are just a dessert after completing the continuation task.

Xiuge watched all this, he did not give up resistance, even in the state of his body completely immovable, he was still trying to maintain the sobriety of his will, and the metal disc that symbolized his magic path still maintained a certain speed, in the rotation of the disc, those dark limbs who dared to climb the disc were constantly twisted and crushed, and the dark green light and shadow that permeated the center of the disc flickered endlessly, as if it had become Xiuge

The second heart.

Another wave of magic was forcibly mobilized by Xiuge, and the metal disc accelerated again with difficulty, sweeping away the viscous darkness that had spread.

However, this resistance did not help the status quo, and in that almost stagnant time, Shuge could feel that the erosion of his spiritual world was intensifying, and all he could do was to prolong this painful process as much as possible......

Shuge could clearly feel the loss of his magic and spirit, and he knew that as far as the situation was concerned, his resistance to this invading force would sooner or later fall into decline, and once that time came, his body, his memory, and his perception would ...... All traces of his existence will be stripped of completely, and he will be a part of the stinking black slime that emits it, just like the devoured victims.

"If it becomes like that, it will be worse than death!"

He gritted his teeth in his heart, but he could not stop the darkness from spreading.

Sticky shadows eventually filled all corners of his mind, and the rotation of the metal disc slowed and nearly stopped, and the filthy black filth spread over it, and little by little it reached the very center of the disk, and it seemed that it was ready to completely encroach on the last bit of "territory" that belonged to Xiuge.

The Touch of Calon and the Rat of Gallop hidden in the groove had become extremely sluggish, but to Shuge's surprise, the dark green crystal and the messenger in the mirror were still alive, and not only that, the messenger in the mirror, who had been extremely manic before, had become calm again at some point, and at this time, it happened to sit upright behind the "desk" in the groove, and seemed to be concentrating on writing something. ….

In the midst of the chaos, this scene was a little too strange, and seeing that the erosion caused by the pitch-black filth was about to completely cover the entire metal disc, Xiuge didn't think too much, and in the last trace of his own sobriety, he injected what little magic he had left into the grooves of the messenger in the mirror.

The Mirror Messenger, which had not been used by Xiuge as a battle magic before, began to play a role at this moment, and in the time of condensation, Xiuge's body and limbs began to rapidly transform into a state of black mist, but this transformation also completely drained the last trace of Xiuge's remaining strength, and even more caused his consciousness, which had always been struggling to maintain, to fall into a blank.

The erosion brought by the monster seems to be complete at this moment.

However, in the middle of the metal disc, in the dark green crystal, whose origin Xiuge had never known, an extremely lazy voice wafted out.

"Well, I thought you'd hold on a little longer......

At the moment when Xiuge's consciousness faded, the voice that obviously belonged to the "God of Thousands of Faces" slowly came out in the midst of filth.

An extraordinarily rich dark green light and shadow quickly converged above the groove where the messenger in the mirror was located, and the messenger in the mirror who was "writing at the desk" slowly raised his head, and an exaggerated smiling face slowly appeared on its face, which had always imitated Xiuge's demeanor.

In the next moment, the figure of simple lines and a faint mist "walked" out of the groove, and it stood quietly in the center of the metal disc, and then slowly raised its arm......

In the gloomy sewers, Xiuge, who had been in a state of stupor due to contact with the ancient creation, suddenly regained his ability to move.

Wei Lin and the others couldn't see it, Xiuge's eyes, which had obviously lost their light, had their brilliance again at this moment, and a deep light and shadow appeared from the depths of his eyes, and his arms, which were touched and restrained by black slime, "exploded" into a blurred mist in an instant, and under the manipulation of the will that had taken over this body, this black fog that was transformed by the characteristics of the messenger in the mirror rolled out backwards forward, and in the blink of an eye, it wrapped the half of the black figure hanging above Xiuge's body!

The two sides of devouring and being devoured have undergone a complete transformation at this moment.

The thick mist dissipated after two rolls, and they reunited into full arms, and the figure wrapped in the thick mist,

It was completely reduced to a useless residue with no signs of life at all.

「…… It is a tragedy that inferior defects cannot even be considered worthy descendants."

With a low sigh, Shuge took a light step through the gap in the magical ritual field.

So the frozen time began to flow again at this moment, and Wei Lin woke up from that brief trance, and she didn't care too much, so she directly followed her instinctive judgment to terminate the magic supply of the emblem crystals in her opponent's palm, so that the gap in the ritual field that could be entered and exited was immediately closed, completely isolating those ominous and terrifying aura.

"Finally ......"

The mage let out a long sigh of relief, and was about to say something, when she heard a muffled noise beside her—she saw that Xiuge, who had just escaped the crisis and successfully passed through the blockade of the ritual ground, was lying in the mud and sewage, and it looked like he had passed out.

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