Uncle Warlock muttered lazily, his tone quite dissatisfied,

"Are you all traitors to the party from shooting small advertisements, and the slogans are louder than the other."

Anzu considered himself a benevolent person, so he didn't bother to respond at all.

In his opinion, this is nothing more than the dying throes of a fish caught in the net, and there is nothing wrong with letting the warlock take advantage of words, at least he can die happily.

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 living corpses and bloody corpses of different shapes emerge from them, and the closer the nest is located to the top of the underground space, the higher the level of living corpses among them.

Notably, three of the five nests closest to the top have successfully "hatched", namely a blood corpse, a fifth-tier Broken Tooth Abomination, and a grotesque living corpse with a lance-like tail on all fours.

It's more akin to some beast-like form than a living corpse.

Thousands of high-level living corpses and bloody corpses crawled out of the lair, hanging densely on the rock wall and roaring, the scene was extremely terrifying.

Warlocks, as the top masters in some aspects, could see at a glance that these living corpses were clearly not yet at the stage of "birth", but they were forced to stimulate their potential by Anzu to shorten the hatching process, and whether there was a fight or not, they would explode into a mess of rotten flesh in the next few hours - a powerful explosion.

(～￣▽￣)～

"You're willing to spend your money, aren't you?"

Looking at the big scenes and big productions of others, and then thinking about the mount Jun who he has not repaired so far, the warlock is suddenly a little troubled.

The warlock is wrong, the warlock shouldn't say that the traitor is poor...

The anger bar is full, and the warlock uncle points to the top of his head,

“@！ #%......”

He made a voice like the whisper of some ancient and evil beast, and with each word a dark golden character appeared from the void, lighting up more and more.

Liu Renjun was stunned for a moment,

"Ann... Anzu..."

Anzu's shadow was condensed behind Liu Renjun, back to back with Liu Renjun.

"Pretending... In vain! ”

As a result, the warlock scratched his head,

"It's embarrassing, what did this warlock do wrong, I just want to pretend to be quiet..."

Hate iron does not become steel to Anzu and Liu Renjun,

"It can be seen how important it is to learn a foreign language well, such a sensible Void Demon Language, a language that is particularly high in pronunciation alone, you don't understand it?"

“（︶︿︶）＝╭∩╮”

The warlock sighed and waved his hand to "erase" the dark gold runes that manifested in the void,

"Now, I have the translated version too! Listen—

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

Liu Renjun couldn't hold back his laughter at the time, okay: No wonder your spell itself is a Void Demon Language that no one can understand!

"Destruction: Warp the Void."

The warlock spread his hands, as if ready to engulf everything, and the fire of green evil energy rose into his embrace.

"Boom~"

Countless silver-white illusory veins suddenly appeared from the void in the underground space, wriggling and changing positions like living creatures, and with Anzu's spiritual power, after just two blinks of an eye, the soul body actually had a tendency to crumble.

The green fire of evil energy did not touch these veins, and only flickered for a moment before dissipating without the slightest movement.

Anzu was shocked and gasped violently, the moment the warlock made a move just now, he had the urge to flee on the spot,

"What the hell is this?"

The warlock smiled,

"Hmm, it's just a small way to prevent you from opening the portal and running away, the scientific name is 'Destruction: Void Distortion', isn't it very imposing? But I like to call it 'not a single one can run'... Unfortunately, as you can see, the spell failed. ”

"Looks like it's going to have to be done differently," the warlock muttered, "Lapis Lite... It's really interesting..."

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

He looked up at the living corpses that hung all over the rock walls.

Do you really use our inventory as a backdrop or what! Does this guy have a brain?

emmmm...

But let's be honest, physically speaking, warlocks don't really have brains...

The bloody corpses finally stopped tempting, and roared madly and jumped down the rock wall, overwhelmingly pressing on the warlock.

It's really "pressing", and the dense figures are connected together, as if they are a whole.

"Smack~"

With a casual slap of his hand, the warlock swept the largest fifth-order high-level Broken Tooth Abomination into a spinning top, and slammed it against the rock wall with a thud.

Liu Renjun almost didn't bare out of his eyes!

"This, this, this... What's the situation?? ”

Uncle Warlock rubbed his hands with great nostalgia, and his face was endlessly aftertasted,

"The ripening condition is really not good, this feel is much worse than the stubborn donkey when the beast tide was before."

The group of living corpses surged in, and the third order of a water counted upwards.

The third order is the foundation, the fourth order is the main force, and the fifth order is the vanguard.

Not to mention the enclosed underground space, even if you encounter this kind of scene in the wilderness, it is unlikely that the average evolutionary will even escape for her life.

However, the warlock was like a flock, and he tore a large hole in the small tide of corpses, and the flesh and blood flew everywhere he passed.

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

How the fuck are you going to fight? How do you hit the opponent's flying dragon riding face?

Who would have thought that the supposing warlock bloodline was more reasonable than his mother's pure physics...

Liu Renjun has a splitting headache,

"No, no, something must have gone wrong... Why has our source never mentioned such important intelligence... Anzu..."

Anzu was overwhelmed by the impact of the spiritual tide that the warlock was still surging even if he didn't release it deliberately, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.

If there is a slight distraction, An Zu dares to guarantee that these living corpse treasures, including Liu Renjun, will be turned into vegetative people by the spiritual storm in minutes.

The warlock uncle bathed in the blood of the corpse, and simply took off the cloak on the upper half of his body, and tied two sleeves around his waist to tie a slipknot, revealing a perfectly proportioned stiff flesh deliberately simulated by the gray mist.

"Hey, it's my favorite time again, so you're welcome this warlock - the ultimate stone skin technique! Extreme stamina! Extremely effective! Extreme Critical Hit! Extremely effective demon breaker! Extreme Thorn Aura! Extreme Dread! Life Drain! Deathcoil Aura! Life Diversion - Full Effect! Pain is impermanent! Confusion! Cow stamina! Eagle Vision! The power of the bear! Leopard's agility! Extreme Effectiveness - Aura of Calamity!! ”

Almost at the same time, the dazzling light exploded chaotically on the warlock's body, and the visual effect exploded.

The unprepared Liu Renjun and some living corpses had red eyes, and tears flowed in the blink of an eye, and it felt like lighting a flower show in a small space as large as a potato cellar~

Uncle Warlock's whole body swelled to more than nine meters tall, his body was covered with various dazzling buffs, dozens of demonic auras on his feet, and crackling lightning shuttled back and forth between the giant horns above his head and the thick metal belt covered with rusty runes.

The sinister smell of sulfur filled the cavern with a sinister fire of evil energy burning among the horns—like a demon that had just crawled out of the cracks of hell.

Liu Renjun was dumbfounded, and there were only two words left in his mouth.

"Lying ...... Groove ......"

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

This was not the end, Uncle Warlock's hand scratched at the crotch of his pants, and somehow pulled out a super huge*13 vicious mace - a string of strange runes that seemed to be carved from blood appeared on the mace, and the scarlet light flickered to make each of the mace teeth larger than Liu Renjun's entire person feel like a red-hot iron.

Anzu: "......"

Liu Renjun: "......"

(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

Let's make trouble, to be reasonable, why don't you drag out an audience member and ask him who is more like a villain?

Uncle Warlock spit out two words lightly,

"Slavery."

The high-level blood corpses hatched from the highest lair, and the blood striped monsters that were as violent as Lin Chou couldn't easily handle with a convenient shovel in their hands, were burned by the fire of evil energy and only left a miserable white skeleton, and then the fire of evil energy gradually extinguished, gathered in the eye sockets of the skeleton, and danced.

This bloody corpse is already the warlock's younger brother from now on.

The warlock snapped his fingers,

"Sacrifice! Life Diversion - Power Drain - Full Effect Blessing! ”

Little brother, pawn.

"Haha, that's refreshing~"

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

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

The warlock was quick to give the answer:

Two-thirds of the living corpses were suddenly cramped together, and those thirds had turned into slimy paste that covered the floor and walls.

Anzu, the shadow man, stared at the warlock, and his voice began to tremble,

"Impossible... No, it won't... It's all fake... Spiritual fantasies... You're obvious..."

He was greatly frightened.

On the contrary, Liu Renjun is better, at least he has not lost his temper.

Well, in fact, compared to Anzu Yanagi's life experience, it can be said that it is much richer.

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

Anzu trembled and muttered,

"Impossible..."

"What about the effect of lazurite?"

"How so? How so?! ”

"How did you do that..."

Anzu almost collapsed.

Warlocks belong to the kind of character who has not had friends for hundreds of years and is used to being lonely-

emmm, too, say a word to his old man that he is unlucky for three days without taking a breath of relief, can you not be lonely?

When the warlock uncle heard that the shadow Lao An had questions, did he return it? You'll have to pay a few more bucks!

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

The wolf's tooth stick was vigorous, and it smashed to the ground with incredible agility against Liu Renjun's back.

When Liu Renjun was blown out by the strong wind carried by the mace, he seemed to hear a very viscous and short "pia chirp", and then it was dark in front of his eyes, and the pain was overwhelming.

When he looked back again, he saw that the Warlock was stretching and stretching the shadow man Anzu, who had been twisted into a chunk of the super-huge*13 mace, and then wrapped it back and forth several times on the mace.

What kind of operation is this??

"Zizi..."

The part of Anzu's body that came into contact with the mace was like a nemesis, and black smoke was constantly emitting from the corrosion.

With Anzu's miserable howl, the warlock finally used Anzu's body to complete the all-round three-dimensional coverage of the super huge*13 mace.

The warlock stood his mace on the ground, and the gray mist above his head conjured a satisfied expression of "( ̄) ̄" ", and he was always happy.

"So, as to why this is the way it is, this warlock has to start from the beginning of the universe, and it's a long, long story!"

“......”

"Hey, your expression isn't quite right, oh, well, let's start with the warlock bloodline."

“......”

Thirty minutes later, Anzu's voice, which had been "moistened" by the mace and was so thin that it was almost transparent, was like a cuckoo crying blood,

"Ahh Hiss... Kill... Kill me... Kill me..."

The warlock frothed at the mouth in high spirits,

"Oh, it's really endless, your traitorous idea of spiritual power + soul semi-materialization can be regarded as a new way, a topic worth exploring, and even very helpful to the deduction of my mount calculation formula, Lao Tie, call you crazy~"

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

This is the first time since his debut that he has experienced what despair is, and he can't even bring up the idea of resisting.

It's ridiculous to say, and the same movements and honest crouching in the corner as him are the only one-third of the living corpses that survive.

The fifteen-meter-high glittering mace pestle is in the center of the underground space, the ancestor of the Liu Renjun family reasonably acts as the material for the mace coating and waxing, and the living corpses on the edge of the outer rock wall are squatting in a circle one by one, while the warlock uncle sits cross-legged under the mace full of lighting effects, foaming at the mouth, preaching his theory.

In short, the whole scene is a weird mess:

Uncle Warlock spoke more and more vigorously - how many years, how many years have I not chatted with so many people at the same time, Nuan Nuan~

Although from time to time, a living corpse will quickly expand into a ball and then explode, killing the closest friends around by the way, but this does not affect the mentality of the warlock uncle.

You see how attentive the living corpses were, listening motionless at the last second before they were blown up.

Anzu: "Kill me... Let me die... Let me die..."

It's strange to say, obviously the "shadow" component that makes up Anzu's body has been almost damaged by the mace, but Anzu has become more and more alive, and even the screams are much more confident than at the beginning.

The interval between the self-detonation of living corpses became shorter and shorter, and at first only one living corpse exploded every few minutes, and the explosions were already in a series.

The warlock sighed reluctantly—the audience had begun to leave, and it was finally time for the curtain to come to an end on this very successful symposium.

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