"Hello? Are we going to move on? Alex looked at the monster that suddenly appeared just now: "That thing is not something we can deal with in terms of size!" ”

"Don't get excited, follow us, you will get used to it quickly, although it looks bluffing, but believe me, our heads are even more terrifying!" Li Yanlong said to Alex in the tone of a person who came over: "For this kind of chaos monster, I will send you a few words, Mao Duo weak fire, big and weak door, fat and weak chrysanthemum, knight weak ladder ......"

The female warrior slapped Li Yanlong to the side with a slap, and took out a small wine jug from his armor: "Don't listen to his nonsense, you will have nothing to fear after drinking this!" ”

The Demon Hunter stopped their teasing with his weapon on his shoulder, and warned, "Be careful, that monster is called a bloodletter, and according to the records of the Demon Hunter Organization, it should be very capable of fighting." ”

The female warrior shrugged her shoulders, saw that Alex did not take the flask, drank the liquid in one gulp, and said proudly: "Bloodletting, this name sounds quite bluffing, but when will we not be able to fight the enemy we encounter?" ”

"That's right, another interesting enemy." The Demon Hunter used [Pure Fire] to dispel the surrounding blood mist in front of him: "Then let's go and see who is here again." ”

The group walked through the blood mist, illuminated by light wherever they passed, and countless pairs of eyes, bewildered by anger and bloodlust, stared at them on tree trunks and in swamps.

This forest polluted by chaos, it seems that every inch of land under your feet, every breath of air you breathe, seems to be expecting a real killing feast to be approaching, using blood to please the blood god.

In the pool of black-red blood in front of the Fanged Growler, in the very center of the vortex, the line separating subspace from reality became more and more blurred, and the bizarre scenes belonging to chaos became more and more real.

A metal knight with heavy steps appeared on the other side of the mirror, and the demonic monster that was also covered in metal under his crotch let out an impatient roar.

The knight was twice as tall as a normal man, and his metal armor was filled with his strong muscles, even embedded in the flesh that looked stronger than steel.

The metal decoration of the Holy Emblem, the symbol of the Lord of the Skull, was stuck on his back like a battle flag, shimmering with blood-colored glory, and the monstrous greatsword burning with the flames of chaos burned in his hand like a tamed pet.

The black evil fire belongs to Chaos, and even a glance at it is enough for mortals to swallow their souls and suffer eternal punishment.

As the figures of the knight and his mount became clearer and clearer, an indescribable, blasphemous aura emanated from him.

A professional who is not determined to be determined will be infected by this aura just by feeling it and approaching it, and become a madman who has no reason and is bent on the pleasure of killing.

As the knight's figure solidified, the vortex beneath the growler's feet suddenly erupted into waves that made one wonder if it would collapse on its own.

Under the knight's terrifying gaze, the Fanged Growler gritted his teeth and thrust a hand into the wound in his abdomen.

"Ahhh With the screamer's heart-rending scream, the wound was gradually torn by it, bright red, blood that did not belong to the green skin gushed out of its abdomen, and the green skin tore out his kidney and held it high in the air: "Praise the blood god!" ”

As new blood and guts spilled into the pool of blood on the ground, becoming a part of it, the whirlpool stabilized again, and the Champion of Sadism rode out on a brass bull under his crotch.

"The skull is sacrificed to the skull, and the blood is sacrificed to the blood god." A knight in blood-red heavy armor appeared in the center of the pool of blood with a brass bull on his side, as if he had never breathed, and took a deep breath.

The knight's breath seemed to have no end, and even the surface of the blood pool on the ground made waves, and after a long time, the knight exhaled this breath with satisfaction: "Ah! What a fresh and delicious world! This place will be another beautiful gem on the throne of the Lord of Skull! ”

The fangs and growlers who fell in a pool of blood, though weak, still glistened with a fine light, and it stubbornly raised its head and asked, "Is my lord satisfied with this world?" Has He ever been proud of my actions? Is He willing to give me the strength I have ever dreamed of? ”

As if he did not see the believers at the feet of the brass ox, the Champion of Torture said in an empty tone: "The Blood God does not give a damn about this sacrifice, and He neither bows his knees, nor prays for it, nor mourns it. But, as the greatest of the gods, it was only natural for Him to accept this gift. ”

With the knight's words, he used his sharp nails to cut a small wound on the back of his other hand, and a drop of blood belonging to the Sadistic Champion dripped into the pool of blood that covered the entire ground.

Blood from the ground flowed down the fangs and growler's wounds into its body, and the original green body was replaced by brown.

"My name, Manolos." The knight's voice came from behind the heavy helmet, and every word contained a maddening power: "Great blood god, never disappoints those who believe in it, now, say your name." ”

Black hair grew on top of the Fanged Growler's sleek head, and the sharp fangs became more prominent, revealing black lines on its face, like tattoos.

"I, Fangs ......" Fangs Growler, who had just spat out a few words, coughed loudly as if choking on blood into his lungs, and the blood gushing out of his body returned to the surface along the corners of his mouth.

"No one can deceive His champion with lies before the great Blood God." The knight named Manolos gently kicked the beast under his crotch with his heel, and the hideous iron mouth of the brass bull opened and closed up and down, spitting out a burst of flames: "The patience of the Lord of Skulls is limited, one last chance, orc, your name." ”

"Grom." Holding his weapon tightly, the green skin straightened his spine, looking directly at the champion who belonged to the blood god in front of him, and for the first time showed his own look: "Grom Hell Roar!" ”

"Grom, complete the mission given by the Blood God!" Grom Hell roared and clenched his axe: "Please the great god of blood to save my tribe!" The Orcs are willing to sacrifice their loyalty to the Blood God! ”

Manolos, riding on a brass bull, seemed to hear some funny joke and let out a cacophony laugh in his own armor, echoing through the forest.