Doomsday Pavilion

Uncle Warlock grumbled lazily, with a rather dissatisfied tone.

"Are you all from making small commercials when you rebel against the party? Each of your slogans are louder than the other."

Anzu considers himself a kind person, so he is too lazy to respond.

In his opinion, this is just the dying struggle of the caught fish, and there is nothing wrong with allowing the warlock to take advantage of the word, at least he can die in a happy mood.

Under the protection of Anzu’s spiritual power, the creatures in the thousands of small nests above the rock wall are ready to move, and the living corpses and blood corpses of different shapes emerge from them. The nest is located closer to the underground space. At the top, the living corpses are of higher rank.

It is worth noting that three of the five nests closest to the top have successfully "hatched". They are a blood corpse, a Tier 5 high-level broken tooth abomination, and a weird living corpse with a spear on all fours. .

It is not so much a living corpse, as it is more similar to a beast-like form.

Thousands of high-level living corpses and blood corpses crawled out of the nest, hung densely on the rock wall, roaring and roaring, and the scene was extremely scary.

Warlocks, as some of the top masters in some aspects, only glanced at them and saw that these living corpses were not yet "born", but they were forced to stimulate their potential by Anzu to shorten the incubation process, regardless of whether they were fighting or not. They will also burst into a mass of rotten meat in the next few hours-a very powerful explosion.

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"Really willing to pay for it?"

Looking at the big scenes of other people's productions, and then thinking about the mounts that have not been repaired so far, the warlock suddenly becomes a little disturbed.

This warlock is wrong, this warlock shouldn't say that he is rebellious and poor...

The anger note is full, the uncle warlock pointed his head,

"@!#%..."

He made a sound like the whispering of some ancient and evil beast, and every time a word was spoken, a dark golden character appeared from the void and gradually lit up.

Liu Renjun stayed for a while,

"Ann...Anjo..."

An Zu's shadow was condensed and completed behind Liu Renjun, back to back with Liu Renjun.

"Pretending to be...it's futile!"

As a result, the uncle warlock scratched his head,

"This is really embarrassing, this warlock did something wrong, I just want to quietly pretend to be forced..."

Those who hate iron but not steel said to Anzu and Liu Renjun,

"It can be seen how important it is to learn a foreign language. You don't understand such a vague and devilish language, a language whose pronunciation is particularly tall and powerful?"

"(︶︿︶)=╭∩╮"

The warlock sighed and waved his hand to "wipe" the dark gold runes that appeared in the void.

"Now, I have a translated version too! Listen--

"With your fingers, the shadows and flames will swallow all fools who dare to stop you~"

Liu Renjun couldn't help but laughed at that time: no wonder your spell body is a void demon language that normal people can't understand!

"Destruction: Twisting the Void."

The warlock opened his hands, as if the fire of green fel that was always ready to swallow everything rose into the sky in his arms.

"Boom~"

Suddenly there is an uncountable silver-white illusory vein in the underground space. The image emerges from the nothingness, creeping and changing its position like a living thing. With Anzu’s mental power, only two blinks of time, the soul body There is even a tendency to collapse.

The green fel fire could not touch these veins, it only flickered for a while and then dissipated without any movement.

Anzu was panting violently in horror. The moment the warlock shot, he had the urge to run away on the spot.

"What the hell is this!"

The warlock chuckled.

"Well, it's just a small way to prevent you from opening the portal and running away. The scientific name is "Destruction: Void Twist". Is it very imposing? But I like to call it "No one can run."...It's a pity, like you As you can see, the spell has failed."

"It seems that we need to change the way," the warlock muttered, "Sea Qingshi... really interesting stuff..."

Liu Renjun is crazy-obviously we caught you, hey, you are still thinking about how to keep us instead of running away??

He looked up at the living corpses hanging on the rock wall about to move.

You really use our inventory as a background board or something!Does this guy have any brains?

emmmm...

But let’s be honest, from a physical point of view, the warlock doesn’t really have a brain part...

The blood and living corpses finally stopped trying, roaring frantically and jumping off the rock wall, pressing against the warlock overwhelmingly.

It's really "pressing", densely connected figures, like a whole.

"Slap~"

The warlock slapped it casually, and turned the most massive fifth-order high-level broken tooth into a top with abhorrence, and slammed on the rock wall with a bang.

Liu Renjun almost didn't stare out his eyes!

"This...what's the situation??"

Uncle Warlock rubs his hands so much that he misses, his face is endless aftertaste,

"The ripening appearance really doesn't work. This feel is far worse than the stubborn donkey during the previous beast wave."

The group of living corpses came turbulently, and the third step of the water counted up.

Tier 3 is the foundation, Tier 4 is the main force, Tier 5 is the vanguard.

Not to mention the closed underground space, it's just that the general evolutionary who encounters this kind of scene in the wilderness is unlikely to even escape.

However, the warlock was like a flock of sheep, born in a small tide of corpses, and tore a big hole, and the flesh and blood fell apart wherever he went.

Liu Renjun couldn't help but retreat, and was persuaded at that time.

How do you fight this fucking?How to fight the opponent's flying dragon in the face?

Who would have thought that the bloodline of the warlock who kept talking was more reasonable than the pure physics of his mother...

Liu Renjun had a splitting headache,

"It's not right, it must be something wrong... why our news channel has never mentioned such important information... Anzu..."

Anzu was scorched by the surging spiritual tide even though the warlock did not deliberately release it, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.

If you are slightly distracted, Anzu can guarantee that these living corpse treasures, including Liu Renjun, will be transformed into vegetatives by a mental storm within minutes.

Bathed in the blood of the corpse, the uncle Warlock simply took off the cloak of his upper body and made a slipknot around his waist with two sleeves, revealing a sturdy tendon with perfect proportions that the gray mist deliberately simulated.

"Hey, it's my favorite time again, so this warlock is not welcome-the ultimate stone skin technique! The ultimate endurance! The ultimate bravery! The ultimate crit! The ultimate magic breaking! The ultimate thorn halo! Extreme Fear! Life Draining! Death Coil Halo! Life Diversion-Full Strength! Suffering and Impermanence! Chaos! Bull Endurance! Eagle Vision! Bear Power! Leopard Agility! Extreme Efficacy-Disaster Halo!!"

Almost at the same time, the dazzling light exploded chaotically on the warlock, and the visual effects were bursting.

The eyes of the unprepared Liu Renjun and the individual living corpses were red, and tears flowed in the blink of an eye. It felt like lighting a fireworks show in a small space as large as a potato cellar. What~

Uncle Warlock swelled to more than nine meters in height, with dazzling buffs on his body, dozens of enchanting auras on his feet, crackling lightning on his head's huge horns and a thick metal belt covered with rusty runes. Shuttle back and forth between.

The raging fel fire among the huge horns burned to form a billowing dragon, and the choking sulfur smell filled the cave-this guy in front of him was like a demon who had just crawled out of a crack in hell.

Liu Renjun was stunned, and there were only two words left on his lips.

"Fuck... trough..."

The living corpses and blood corpses who had no wisdom at all were stuck in their movements for a second or two, and the chaotic eyes flashed with fear.

It’s not over yet. Uncle Warlock’s hand scratched and scratched at the crotch, and somehow pulled out a super huge *13 vicious mace--the mace showed a bunch of sticks. The weird runes carved by blood and the scarlet light twinkling made each tine on the mace that was larger than Liu Renjun's whole person feel like a burning iron.

Anzu: "..."

Liu Renjun: "..."

(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

Let's make trouble, why are you so reasonable? Now just drag out an audience and ask him who is more like the villain.

Uncle Warlock spit out two words lightly,

"Slavery."

The high-level blood corpses hatched from the highest nest, the blood bar monsters that were as violent as Lin Chou could not easily handle with a handy shovel were immediately burned by the fel fire to the pale skeleton, and then the fel fire gradually extinguished. Gathered in the eye sockets of the skeleton, beating.

This blood corpse was already the younger brother of the warlock from now on.

The warlock snapped his fingers.

"Sacrifice! Life diversion-power extraction-full effect blessing!"

Brother, death.

"Haha, it's so refreshing~"

boom!boom!boom!

How powerful is a mace that is more than three meters thick and more than 15 meters long in a relatively closed space?

The warlock quickly gave the answer:

In an instant, only two-thirds of the living corpses that were still squeezed together were left, and that one-third all turned into a slimy paste and covered the ground and walls.

Shadow Man Anzu stared at the warlock, his voice began to tremble,

"Impossible...no...all fake...illusions...you obviously..."

He suffered a great shock.

On the contrary, Liu Renjun is better, at least not gaffes.

Well, actually compared to Anzu Liu Renjun's life experience can be said to be much richer.

At least he had experienced the horror of Uncle Warlock head-on, or twice.

Anzu was trembling and muttering,

"impossible..."

"What about the effect of sea bluestone?"

"How can it be? How can it be?!"

"how did you do that..."

Anzu almost collapsed.

Warlock belongs to the kind of character who has been used to being lonely without friends for hundreds of years-

Emmm, too, can't you be lonely if you say a word to his old man without taking a breather for three days.

Uncle Warlock hears the shadow Lao Ann has any doubts?That would have to pay a few more dollars!

Nagging, naturally you have to pay attention to the atmosphere.

Spikes and tigers bred into the wind, pressing against Liu Renjun's back and hitting the ground with incredible agility.

When Liu Renjun was blown out by the strong wind brought by the mace, he seemed to hear a very viscous and short-lived "pia chirp", and then the eyes went dark and the pain was overwhelming.

When he looked back again, he found that the warlock was about to be stretched and stretched into pieces by the shadow man Anzu, who was smashed by a super huge *13 mace, and then wrapped around the mace several times. child.

What kind of show operation is this??

"Zizi..."

The part of Anzu's body that was in contact with the mace was like encountering a nemesis, and black smoke was constantly corroded.

Accompanied by Anzu's miserable howl, the warlock finally used Anzu's body to cover the super huge *13 mace in an all-round three-dimensional form without dead ends.

The warlock stood his mace on the ground, and the gray mist above his head turned into a satisfied ︿(︶)︿ expression, old and happy.

"Then, as to why it became the current situation, this warlock had to tell from the beginning of the universe. This is a very long, very long story, balabala~"

"..."

"Hey, your expression is not right, oh, well, let's start with the blood of warlock, balabala~"

"..."

Thirty minutes later, Anzu's voice, which was "moisturized" by a spiked stick, was thin enough to be almost transparent, like a cuckoo crying blood.

"Ah...his...kill...kill me...you kill me..."

The warlock flew in high spirits,

"Oh, there is really no end to learning. Your betrayal of the party's mentality + soul semi-substantialization is a new way of thinking. It is a topic worth exploring, and it is even very helpful to my mount calculation formula. Old iron, call you crazy~"

Liu Renjun squatted halfway in a corner, daring not to move.

This is the first time since his debut that he has realized what despair is, and he can't even mention the idea of ​​resistance.

It's ridiculous, there are only one-third of the living corpses remaining in the corner with the same actions as him.

The fifteen-meter-high shining mace is in the center of the underground space. The ancestors of Liu Renjun’s family reasonably used the mace coating and waxing material. The corpse, and the uncle Warlock was sitting cross-legged under the mace with special lighting effects and preaching his theory.

In short, the whole scene is a weird mess: the scene of a large-scale MLM rally.avi

Uncle Warlock talked more vigorously-how many years, how many years have not chatted with so many people at the same time, Nuannuan Da is not lonely at all~

Although from time to time, a living corpse quickly swells into a ball and then explodes to kill the nearest friends, but this does not affect the mentality of the uncle Warlock.

You see how serious the living corpses listened, they were still listening to the class for the last second before being blown up.

Anjo: "Kill me...let me die...let me die..."

Warlock: "Let me tell you, balabala~"

It is strange to say that the "shadow" components that make up Anzu's body have been almost damaged by mace. On the contrary, Anzu has become more and more vigorous, and even the screams are more emboldened than at the beginning.

The interval between the living corpses exploding is getting shorter and shorter. At first, one living corpse exploded every few minutes, and the explosion sound was already in series.

The Warlock sighed reluctantly-the audience had already begun to leave the meeting, and this very successful symposium finally came to an end.