How many corpses are there?

One hundred, two hundred? One thousand, two thousand?

Among the corpses were priests, nuns, and ordinary believers.

Behind them, the branches and vines that stretched out of the strange tree were suspended in mid-air, shaking, shaking.

Silent fear has quietly penetrated into everyone's heart.

The sound of trembling teeth, the sound of trembling legs, and the sound of roaring or moaning echoed in the throat.

The third baby god!

Compared with the previous two, the growth of this young god is obviously higher, and she took advantage of the fact that the church cleared the other two young gods, sneaked into the place favored by the goddess, and used the hearts of the goddess's followers as food, growing rapidly.

She seems to have chosen a very different direction from the other two young gods.

The mother and the baby god in the womb seem to be merging together in some strange way.

This fusion is not yet fully complete, and if it does, it will be the end of all of Larnaca.

Without hesitation, Gerald raised the magic wand in his hand, and the morning light lit up, and his wrinkled lips moved rapidly, revealing one blurred word after another.

Right next to it, every priest was ready for battle.

Almost at the same time, the tree seemed to sense the presence of Gerald and the others, her eyelids, which had almost completely froze into bark, lifted with difficulty, and her stiff eyeballs moved slowly.

When she saw the large number of clerics in front of her, Dashu did not have the slightest fear, and a ball of essence suddenly burst into her dull eyes, and she seemed very excited.

"Food ......"

"Ah, my child...... The food you want, here. ”

"The Heart of the Clergy...... How delicious. ”

The tree made a nervous sound, and its trunk began to shake, and a layer of fluorescence suddenly flashed on the trunk, and it was transmitted down the trunk to each branch.

Gerald's high-raised magic staff fell with a bang, and a huge lightsaber condensed out of thin air in mid-air, slashing straight ahead dozens of meters away.

Sword of Dawn!

Bang!

For a moment, sparks were scattered and debris flew everywhere.

The Sword of Dawn shattered in midair, and Gerald's body suddenly took two steps backwards, his face instantly pale.

A branch also fell from the tree, and it was this branch that suddenly swelled, blocking the sword of dawn that fell from the sky.

Divine Light Sword Rain!

On the other side, the dense lightsabers also fell from mid-air, smashing into the big tree with a clanging sound, but it failed to cause any damage to the trunk, Fergill's face was a little ugly, and the defense of this big tree was far more amazing than imagined.

The fluorescence had already flashed to the end of each branch, and in the next moment, I saw the end of the branch, where the corpse was hanging, and in just a few seconds, a flower bloomed.

Scarlet petals, scarlet stamens, like flowers condensed by blood.

In the next second, the corpse that was originally suspended in mid-air, like a ripe fruit, fell from mid-air with a crackle.

At an altitude of one or twenty meters, even if a cultivator does not do a good job of protection, he will inevitably break his muscles and bones, or even die.

But these corpses, no.

They fell to the ground, and then slowly got up, and raised their heads one by one, and on their stiff and sluggish faces, only their eyes flashed with a strange light, and around the eye sockets, a circle of thin silk threads, like insects, drilled out and wriggled.

"Ah......h

The Tree of the Young Gods let out a sudden scream.

Blasphemy sounds.

Including Gerald and Fergil, the thoughts of many clerics became stagnant in an instant, their bodies stiffened, as if they were petrified, and the magic spells in their mouths came to an abrupt end.

At that moment, the golem that landed on the ground began to let out a frantic roar and lunged forward.

"Ah......h

Another scream, but this scream was not from the Tree of the Young Gods, the owner of the sound was Lydia.

The undead wail.

Everywhere the voice went, the priests felt a sharp pain like a steel needle embedded in their heads, but this sharp pain also woke them up from their previous stagnation.

That's not all, as a necromancer, Lydia has the ability to master all deaths...... The figures in front of them, although they were puppets manipulated by the Young God Tree, were also lifeless existences.

As long as it's something dead, it's affected by the wailing of the dead.

The screams rang out, and at least a third or so of the golems instantly stopped in place, their wide eyes flashing a little struggle, and then they pounced on their companions like crazy.

Poof, poof, poof......

Strange voices kept sounding, and the scene could only be described as flesh and blood.

The golems had sharp claws and fangs, and they seemed to have become pure beasts, their claws piercing through their bodies, and the sound of fangs tearing flesh through their bodies was endless.

The witch's power was undoubtedly displayed at this time, and Lydia alone dragged two-thirds of the puppets.

In the rear, a large number of paladins also began to form a group of thirteen people, and after being reinforced by priests and priests, they grabbed the spears in their hands and charged forward.

Irelia is replenishing the chant so that all the clergy can always be at their strongest.

Gerald and Virgil turned their gaze to the Tree of the Young God in front of her, who was very unhappy that her actions had been disturbed, and she opened her mouth again, trying to make a sharp blasphemy sound.

At this moment, Gerald suddenly raised his left hand and pressed it on his ear with a snap.

In the next moment, blood gushed out from both ears.

The old priest directly shattered his eardrums in order to avoid being affected by the blasphemy sound.

Woo!

A whirlwind began to blow around his body, and the sound of the wind became more and more intense.

The old priest's magic wand, completely ignoring the impact of the blasphemous sound, pointed at the wind blades that were enough to slice through the boulder, leaving cracks in the torso of the Young God Tree.

Visible to the naked eye, scarlet slime was gurgling down the cracks.

But at this moment, the torso of the young god tree trembled violently, so that the dense leaves rattled.

Call......

A long vine, like a poisonous snake descending from the sky, whipped at Gerald.

"Fire ......"

Call......

Fergil, who was not far away next to Archbishop Gerald, suddenly opened his mouth and spewed out a large mouthful of blazing flames, and in an instant, scarlet light jumped in midair.

Ever since learning of the existence of the Black Beast and the Young God, Virgil has never been idle.

Although he didn't have the opportunity to directly experiment with the young god, he really got a lot of experimental subjects like the black beast, and listening to the sharp and tragic screams of the black beast every day, he had almost become the biggest adjustment in the life of Virgil, who was in danger of death.

The Black Beast has a rather exaggerated resistance to most magic.

However, there are two exceptions, light and fire, where fire can do even more damage than light magic.

After knowing this, Virgil spent a lot of time mastering some unskilled fire magic, and although the Tree of Young Gods is not a black beast, it should have some commonalities with black beasts.

The fire burned past, and an extra layer of charred black appeared on the vines in an instant, and all the original green leaves turned to ashes.

Although the vine was not completely incinerated, there was no doubt that the blazing flames had provoked the Tree of the Young Gods, and with a snort, the vine that had been smashed towards Gerald swept directly towards Fergil.

Virgil, who had been prepared, snapped his fingers.

Resist the Ring of Fire!

Bang!

A circle of flames erupted from Fergil's body, colliding with the vines.

Although the vines were temporarily blocked, the impact through the ring of fire still made Fergil's body shook, and a touch of scarlet oozed from the corner of his mouth.

Fierce battle, as if there is no end in sight.

A scream spread through the crowd.

A priest's body was thrown to the ground, and in an instant, he didn't know how many pairs of sharp claws, how many fangs, and at the same time he tore on his body, and the intense pain made the body of this priest twitch constantly.

He even wanted to cut himself off.

But in this despair, even suicide is not allowed.

A puppet lay on top of him, its strange eyes staring at the eyes of the priest, and just around his eye socket, a scarlet filament gradually burrowed into the eyes of the priest.

At that moment, the priest seemed to experience hellish pain, his body twitched violently, he kept hitting the ground with his head, his hands were dead in his ears, and his eyes were digging in, as if he wanted to dig out something that had entered his body.

The whole process lasted for more than ten seconds, and the screams of the clergy came to an abrupt end.

There was no reaction except that his body was still in a nervous rhythm, and after a few seconds, the priest who had broken limbs and even exposed white bones in many places got up from the ground again, his eyes had turned scarlet, and the corners of his eyes were squirming with countless strange filaments.

Oh.

With a beast-like roar, the priest, who had been transformed into a puppet, pounced on the figure closest to him.

Cecilia.

Cecilia is a serving nun who was once watched by an evil god, but this process was interrupted by Ron.

She hadn't actually learned any fighting techniques.

Seeing the blood-drenched appearance in front of her, Cecilia felt that her scalp was about to explode, and she subconsciously condensed the blood knife and stabbed forward.

Burst!

The blood knife was silent, and it pierced through the opponent's body with great ease, and some blood spurted out of the hole, spraying on Cecilia's body and face.

Salty, fishy.

She watched as the scarlet traces followed the blood knife that penetrated the other party's body, constantly squirming, and watched this puppet, whose body dried up at an extremely fast speed.

In the end, it completely turned into a dry corpse, and the stamens in the eye sockets withered.

Airplanes......

There seemed to be a loud bang in Cecilia's head.

Right in front of her eyes, a scarlet, tall, majestic phantom appeared!

Cecilia's body, as if guided by some kind of guidance, walked towards the battlefield in a rather strange posture, imitating the movements of the phantom, wielding the bloody knife in her hand.

Burst......

Burst......

Burst!

One after another, the shriveled corpses turned into fine ashes.

[Tick, the system prompts that the Lord of Blood and Destruction is trying to interfere in the world.] 】

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