Audu, who seemed to have gone crazy, did not forget his mission.
After receiving the oracle and becoming like this, everything is for the sole purpose: to protect the saint of the church, Tilda, the Grand Duke of Western Asia.
Therefore, Odu, who broke free from the acid-corroded dark green venom and was reborn, even though he was overflowing with anger, he still did not lose his mind and vent it on the body that was unable to move in front of him.
This is not only because the cocoon is like a bomb filled with poison and cannot be touched easily, but also because he has a more important task to do.
Aodu roared and turned around to chase after Tantai Ming. The medicine cocoon on the ground had lost his legs, and it seemed that he could not stop him at all.
A cold light flashed in the eyes of Gongsun Changzheng in the distance. Seeing that Odu was about to run, he immediately reached into his arms with his right hand, pinched a piece of yellow paper between his index and middle fingers and folded it hard. Several orange sparks light up.
"Stop him!"
Gongsun Changzheng shouted ferociously, and almost at the same time, the dark green venom dripping in the center of the entire battlefield suddenly lit up with the same orange fireworks, mixed with thick black smoke, and a violent stench suddenly hit him.
That venom is actually flammable!
Otto's curse-like roar sounded again. Ever since the old man and the inhuman girl intervened, the pain he felt was far greater than when he faced Tantai Ming.
In front of Odu, the cocoon crawling on the ground with its arms was like a terrifying living dead. It rushed forward with its arms on the ground and hugged Odu's legs tightly.
Immediately afterwards, the cocoon itself burst into orange-yellow fire, and the girl's fair skin suddenly turned yellow, smoked, and gradually became charred black.
Black smoke billowed.
The black smoke that could almost burn the respiratory tract was sucked into Odu's chest. The sharp pain was like a steel nail piercing his lungs. This fire was by no means an ordinary fire, and the black smoke was certainly not ordinary either. Due to the fog, Odu's skinless flesh and blood were exposed to the black smoke and blazing fire, peeling off and regenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye, repeating the cycle.
"Your Highness made the right choice. Gongsun Changzheng seems to have the upper hand."
Regardless of whether Jiang Keyin was telling the truth or not, the current situation seemed to be true.
Han Dongwen was secretly excited because he found that his assumption had not been completely overturned.
Indeed, Audu did not have this strange scarlet meat state in previous games, but if he understood the battle situation that others could not understand from the perspective of the game, he could suddenly understand the battle situation.
The mechanics of Aldu haven't completely changed!
The core of the original Temperance Oracle was to break the Oracle armor by accumulating the number of damage before the end of the prayer, and its core was the detection of the number of attacks.
But now, this Odu looks like an undead monster, but his mechanism has not completely changed.
It's just that the original blood tube was added with 2500 damage-proof armors, and it became one without armor, but I don't know how many blood tubes there are.
This kind of design is by no means new in the gaming field. If Audu has 2,500 blood vessels, then he must be killed alive 2,500 times!
This is based on the original simple calculation of the number of attacks, but also adds a double test of the player's mowing ability and continuous output ability.
In other words, if Tantai Ming continues to increase his output again and again, it will only become more thankless. The output will increase a hundred times, but he can only clear one blood at a time.
Obviously, Audu, who has given up defense in exchange for regeneration, is testing continuous output.
And for continuous output, what is better than poisoning and burning?
"It's indeed very useful... although the method is much scarier than I thought."
Han Dongwen smiled bitterly and shook his head. Looking at the spectacular scene of severed limbs flying across the battlefield and flesh and blood burning with venom, he felt a little more distracted in his heart.
How could a knight leader and a lieutenant create this kind of hell on earth?
There are seven knights in West Asia, and Simeng has sixteen subordinates. Considering the growth rate of Unit 1, how long will it take to train to participate in a battle of this level?
There is no doubt that it is absolutely impossible, at least before asking for the Immortal Code on New Year's Eve.
I am afraid that in the eyes of people of their level, their Unit 1 is just like a skirmisher, no, it is simply like an ant-like existence.
Han Dongwen expected that he could be like Tilda and rule the country with force to gain a foothold. It was too difficult.
Moreover, whether he can stand firm or not is another matter. The most important thing is that his first priority is to survive - to survive the divine light that is still uncertain whether it will fall or not.
For this reason, he must let Gao see that he and Tilda can still stabilize the power under his command, so that he can further unravel the secret of opening the divine light.
"Therefore, it makes no sense at all to become stronger little by little like the players..."
Han Dongwen muttered to himself in his heart, and suddenly realized that no matter whether it was Gongsun Changzheng, Jiang Keyin or Tantai Fu, he was currently treating them as formidable enemies, and he had no chance of winning.
They are cards.
Those who have their own ideas and may not be obedient are cards.
To be able to defeat them and make them work for your own advantage, you can only rely on profit, whether it is internal competition or making the cake bigger, as long as you have a way to find a profitable profit, there will naturally be people who are willing to obey orders.
Even someone as uncomfortable as Gongsun Changzheng is still a good cat who can catch mice.
battlefield.
The battlefield was in a mess, with flesh and blood all over the ground burned to charcoal, blood and water mixed with fat and oil, like asphalt mixed with black, red and yellow, trapping Odu in the middle of the battlefield.
Maybe it's nearing the end, maybe not yet.
The muscles on Odu's body are still growing, but at a much slower pace. Before the granulation has time to grow and connect, it has been shrunk and peeled by the poison.
Under him, a charred skeleton with unburnt flesh and flesh was still hanging at Audu's feet like a resentful ghost. The medicine cocoon actually remained unchanged even before being burned alive. He hugged Odu tightly, allowing him to bear the closest and strongest poisonous fire burning.
"I don't know what kind of magic this West Asian is using...it doesn't seem to be from the church, right? It's really interesting."
In the distance, Gongsun Changzheng, still stooped, walked leisurely and looked at Odu, who was like a flesh and blood sculpture, like an old scholar, with eyes full of academic spirit.
"Try this again."
He grinned, revealing a pair of jagged yellow teeth, took out a red note from his arms again, clamped it between his fingers, folded it hard and said:
"Cold moss and rain, decaying willow trees and smoke in the sky, green and yellow broken wooden bottles."
This time, the note in Gongsun Changzheng's hand did not spontaneously ignite. Instead, it gradually wrinkled, turned yellow, faded, and became brittle and fell into the bloody mud at his feet.
Dots of white light lit up, and Han Dongwen couldn't see clearly at first. It wasn't until those little white lights connected with each other and stretched that he finally saw the reason.
It was something like a fungus that began to decay and grow on the flesh and blood corpses that had been poisoned and burned.
The white mycelium is like the traces of a white brush, spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye, getting denser and denser around Audu, and gradually weaving into a three-dimensional shape, weaving into a shell made of mycelium. Egg--
Not an egg.
It was a cocoon, a cocoon that sealed Odu.
Odu's painful roar was sealed in the giant cocoon, becoming dull and gradually silent.
Also wrapped in the giant white cocoon that had just been woven was the charred skeleton at his feet.
"Poison, start a fire, and then cause decay—"
Han Dongwen was speechless as he watched, feeling that it was not easy for anyone to be able to sit in the position of captain.
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