The Inkhorn Snake Man, with some spontaneous cramps on his face, represents the supreme ancestral god, holding a chalice full of fresh venom and performing a baptism ritual on the newly captured and surrendered Gentile snake people. As the venom poured over the heads of the snake men and unleashed a mysterious power in the sound of his muffled incantations, it was like worms or snakes gurgling into their flesh.

That's right! These phantom things really accumulated flesh and skin, and made a grunting sound! The mysterious scene made all the snake people around them tingle their scalps and awe, and finally when these baptized people were covered in a poisonous mist and shouted excitedly: "I feel the Holy Spirit! It is the Holy Spirit who has descended!!", all the snake people around them shouted excitedly with long tongues, praising their great prophet: "Long live Damhamma! Long live Damhama!!"

And the Damhama of the ink thorn shone with a strange luster, as if it was blessed by divine power, and the spirit was extraordinary! Even his hissing voice seemed to have an irresistible charm, which made everyone awe and surrender: "God has given me strength and tokens, let me lead you to create a great age! I am the only prophet and the only lord of the world chosen by God! You must work together and follow the oracle, and your souls will be blessed by divine power to obtain eternal life!!

When the thousands of snake people on the field raised their arms and shouted together, in the side room of the Clay Temple outside the field, several human merchants laughed: "The play is good, it is not in vain that he gave him such expensive magic potions and blessing items." However, he is also a parasite, and can give them a variety of spell abilities at once. Hehe, when do we also have spells, it would be nice if we could have spell-like abilities at once. ”

"If you don't want to die. There are many ways to do this. The merchant and mage next to him replied, half-jokingly and half-seriously: "It's just a monster parasite, what's so strange? It's not that there is no more evil and quicker way than this, and in the end they were all forced to retreat to the farm and burned to death." ”

"What kind of monster did this snake man get?" the merchant asked curiously, "Which demon clone is it?, is it from the Abyss, or from Purgatory?" but saw his companions shrug: "Whatever he does, these garbage are like thorns on the road, chop up a stubble and grow another stubble, and the ignorant fools who follow them will regenerate another stubble when they die, let them go." As long as we do our business and tasks. ”

Soon after the lively sacrifice, the Inkthorn Snake Man Damhama waved away the waiter snake man behind him, and slowly slid here alone with his long body, and only after using the 'Mage Secret Room' to make sure that the snake people outside could not hear the conversation here, he dared to speak: "Thank you for your timely help, all the souls you need." I will definitely deliver it in time. This is the first shipment. 109 souls!"

When he took out a magic crystal that looked slightly like a turbid crystal, the merchant who took over emphasized again: "It's not just about the number, it's about the overall quality." He put on special magic glasses and scanned the magic crystal a few times: "Most of them are the souls of snake people~~~ It's not me nagging, you snake people here." Mostly stupid and stupid. The quality of the souls is not high! at most, 41 souls. ”

Such a brutal bargain did not make Damhama have an opinion. He just cracked open the scaly snake mouth stained with his own venom: "As long as you can get the material I want, it's a thousand souls! Remember—it's the ears of 72 lumpenproletarians, and the eyes of 18 fantasy psychopaths." 33 heads of autistic people, 267 shrewd hearts, 103 political careerists' Adam's apples, 314 liars' tongues, 192 killers' hands, plus 9 swindler stomachs. There is no race limit, but it must be of these types, and it will not be possible to make any mistakes!"

"Understood!" a few human merchants nodded, "The characteristic parts of these people are what your gods like, and this matter is related to the gods, and we can't fool anyone to fool the gods." They laughed and laughed, making Damhama think involuntarily: Maybe your stomach can be used for it.

After exchanging politeness for a while, Damhama said, "Poor country, there is nothing to entertain a few. Tonight, we will also hold a blessing ceremony, just pray for you, let the gods give you glory and blessings~~~" Before the words fell, the leading businessman on the opposite side waved his hand again and again: "Business is important, we can't delay, let's take a break, and go back after lunch." "Damn, take the slightest opportunity to preach, these snake people are really difficult! I don't look at what SB disgusting things I preached, I actually want to get them on the heads of the old men. Lao Tzu is not a short-thinking fool.

When the inkthorn snake man Damhama said: "Alas~~~ It's so urgent~~Alas~~ I asked people to come and help you clean up~~" Suddenly, I heard the loud earth-shaking sound of 'bang!!~~~' exploded near the large altar in the distance behind him, and instantly thick smoke billowed and flew up, and the snake people gathered in panic. When Damhama of Inkthorn cast a spell and flew straight there, he saw that a golden 'magic car' had flown out of the rammed earth altar next to the hill!

At the front of the car, three dazzling beasts with pure gold fur are like tigers, not tigers, lizards and not lizards, as big as fierce rhinos and with emerald green flames and colorful clouds, pulling a shining one-story high gold car galloping in the air, and in the body like a solemn golden pavilion are several young people cheering and shouting are spraying a series of colorful spells downward, blowing up altars, shooting houses, and bombarding snake people, and they are all happy! Even the rolling golden wheels are sprinkled with white gold spiritual flames, as if the divine power of justice has descended on the world, burning and killing the snake people who are screaming and screaming in pain below.

The Serpent Witch Servant was still casting curse spells and Phantom Slayers, conjuring up hideous-looking dark monsters and rushing into the air. Unexpectedly, the golden chariot suddenly emitted a brilliant colorful light, and out of the light jumped out of the majestic armed angels like Huiyun angels, raising the sturdy gem shield and the flaming sword to slash at those ugly phantom monsters, pretending to be bright and dark in the air. The snake man monster below was startled, and shouted "God, the messenger of the gods is coming!" and ran in a panic, almost no one dared to fight!

As the so-called morale collapses, there is only the share of being slaughtered, and the snake people who slid and fled on the ground were suddenly shot one by one by the spells and magic arrows issued by several young adventurers on the Jinting Divine Car, leaving a corpse and blood in the screams, making the inkthorn snake man who flew over Damha Ma angrily yelled: "Fools! They are not divine messengers, they are illusion disguises!!"

That's right. The spell he wore allowed him to see part of the truth, at least he could see that the so-called 'Golden Divine Chariot' was actually an iron chariot blessed with the 'Volley Run' spell, the so-called platinum flame was actually a group of 'blight insect swarms', and the so-called 'armed angel' in the bright light was actually the 'Phantom Killer' spell disguised by a powerful illusion. It's just a smoky miasma of damned intruders!

However, even though he used the 'group command technique' to order the snake people to stop fleeing and try to resist, the snake people were too scattered, and the enemy's aerial chariots came and went very quickly, rushing left and right, and the whole village of snake people fled in all directions. They also influence each other, and fear increases fear. Even Damhama himself couldn't catch up with the 'Golden Chariot' that was shuttling through the air quickly, and his spells and equipment were powerless!

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"It seems to have worked. In the distance, on the high treetops of the jungle giant trees, Ponouk, who was watching the battle, said to Dong Hezi, who was standing on a cluster of leaves and fluttering in the wind: "I didn't expect an illusion kit to deceive a group of boys, making them think that it was really a divine envoy who came to the world. Take them to adultery and eliminate evil. He also frightened these snake people into believing that there were really messengers sent by the gods to punish them. Those mages really know how to figure it out. ”

Dong Hezi also sighed: "So." It's not easy to find the right information in the midst of a lot of complex information. If you are in the field, you need to detect the flaw in the face of illusion. How do you check?" As soon as these words came out, Bonouk's heart sank: If it is a confusing spell, I can still use it to be exempt, but the illusion has light and sound, and it does not directly affect the brain, which is neither easy to detect nor inconvenient to break. When you are close, you can also use blind sense to identify, but it is difficult to be far away, which is indeed a trouble. It turns out that I still have such a big shortcoming - insufficient detection ability.

He was just thinking about whether to strengthen the detection power of his eyes and ears in his 'Bird Bloodline', when he heard Dong Hezi's voice: "Look! The snake man is going to use an artifact!" I saw a dusky demonic light rise from the large altar that looked like a hill in the distance, emitting an effect similar to 'High Shadow Sculpture Energy', conjuring up a piece of fire and ice and other strange spells, and rushing towards the 'Golden Chariot'.

A series of explosions made the 'Golden Divine Car' fall apart in an instant, and Ponuk was also surprised: it collapsed in one fell swoop? Sure enough, it was an artifact, and so many protection spells couldn't stop it. But what happened to Badbe, disguised as a tiger lizard beast, and will it be damaged? If it is damaged, I will not be able to block the same attack.

Although he wanted to ask a question, he also knew that Dong Hezi was now performing the thunder method, peeking at the place where the energy on the main altar had not completely dissipated, so he kept silent until Dong Hezi took a long breath: "It's a metal cabinet or something, not a true artifact, but a bit like the three demon dogs in the abyss that have inherited the power of the plane, although the power is far less than it, it is even more difficult to deal with." This kind of plane effect~~~ still has to be summed up with Busaiko to see how to deal with it. ”

When he had finished his ramblings, Ponouk asked, "How is Badbey, was he wounded?" and replied, "Before those spells flew, he dropped the other two illusions of the beast and flew away as a flying fox." Now he is eating fruit on a tree next to the village. He's happy, but those young men are going to be finished. ”

In the distance, two surviving youths struggled out of the wreckage of the 'Golden Divine Vehicle' that fell into the quagmire on the ground, and when they saw the Ink Thorn Snake Man Damhama skyrocketing larger than a mammoth, holding a ghostly staff high to kill, they also tried in vain to recite a false prayer spell, asking the gods to descend to kill this monster. Even Dong Hezi used the teleportation technique to send them to their ears, 'Don't mess around, use the teleportation scroll from the other world to escape'. It wasn't until a swarm of poisonous insects surged out of one of the Ghost Fire Staffs that he was bitten to death that the other screamed and ran away using the scroll to teleport him away.

"I hope he can learn a little lesson in the future," Dong Hezi said and floated up, volleying into the void: "Otherwise, next time I will be sold to others as cannon fodder by those groups called the Righteous Jihadist Organization, which is actually a mercenary trading organization, and I won't be so lucky." ”

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