There is a new mysterious sect in New Landel.
This sect regards some kind of prehistoric life discovered by archaeologists near the pole as the god they worship.
According to their teachings, this plant-animal hybrid prehistoric life form called the "Ancient One" has appeared in many legends.
Some anecdotal tabloids have also described in a serious way that there are terrible plants in a certain jungle that can attack humans.
Most people would regard this anecdote as a joke after dinner.
However, only a few people know that these incredible stories are true.
There are only two types of people who know the truth. One is the folklorists who have explored too deeply in dangerous knowledge, and the other is the believers who regard the "Ancient One" as their faith...
These believers are so fanatical that they travel all over the world in order to find the descendants of the ancient ones.
Some of the lucky ones got the fossil of the Ancient One's seed and restored its activity through secret techniques...
It is the "seed of holy things".
There is only one way for such seeds to germinate, which is for humans to swallow them and use their own living bodies as cultivation soil...
The things that emerge from the human body are indeed like the "ancient ones" who visited the earth hundreds of millions of years ago. However, this extremely dangerous and strong thing is not the real "original being" after all, and the fragile human body and other This "fake" fed by the sweet soul can only survive for a short time.
This evil sect has given this thing a plant name that is most similar to it on earth——
Sacred thorns.
The sacred thorns grown by the Tacheng apprentices who sacrificed themselves, brandished a purple vine whip studded with bright red spikes, and attacked the three-sounding nighthawk group from behind as they were eating with all their strength.
When the empty cane whip left deep marks on the ground, the three members of the Nighthawk team saw the incoming thing and suddenly felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
After all, the sacred object Thorns, which only has a moment of life, possesses terrifying destructive power that far exceeds Jack level.
In the Nighthawk team, the woman wearing the "Sword Panza" mask drew out the sword from her waist in an elegant gesture.
She took a foxtrot step and swung around in the almost crazy vine whip, and the sharp sword actually cut off countless thorns.
The captain, who was as slender as an eagle and as strong as an eagle, suddenly opened his arms, and black feathers burst out in the air, like a huge black bird covering an area with its wings——
The signature skill of "Three Sounds of Nighthawk" uses secret techniques to form a "night curtain", making the enemy lost in the darkness and hiding himself and his team members.
The sacred thorns seem to have walked into a dark forest. Under the starless and moonless "night sky", the dense tree crowns cover this space.
An eagle chirped, and in the night, it seemed as if an invisible pair of scissors instantly cut off a large clump of dancing thorns.
The nighthawk merged into the night again, and he shuttled between the branches. Each hawk's cry was accompanied by cut thorns flying in the air.
Outside the night, the old man wearing the mask of the "Deadwood Sage" stood with a strange posture.
He rolled his eyes and trembled. A bloody umbilical cord hung from his abdomen to the ground, and the umbilical cord extended into the night——
The "Deadwood Sage" is using his own life energy to support the "form of God" that appears before his eyes.
The scissors, invisible in the night, can cut at an astonishing speed.
However, the rebirth speed of the sacred thorns is even more astonishing - clumps of wisteria with bloody spikes are constantly pulling out from the apprentice's original neck, which looks like a turbulent vomiting.
too fast……
Even though Nighthawk and Panza, the sword wielding the "Foxtrot Sword Technique", tried their best, they could not reduce the number of thorns.
Even more, their cutting seemed to irritate the terrible thing, and the thorns became more numerous.
As if receiving the captain's call, another team member who had been eating with his back to the battlefield finally turned around.
He wears a wooden mask, which depicts a man with an angry expression - the Fire Magician, a mask that has an indissoluble bond with fire.
In real life, jugglers, magicians and even believers who light up lamps with pious steps...
It is possible to obtain this mask.
And just like his name, flame is the fire master's absolute ally.
There was a sound of flames rising into the sky, and a bright fireball appeared in the dark forest.
The fireman just spit out a fireball from his mouth and lit the two torches in his hands.
The fireman held up the torch with both hands and began to draw strange circles.
In the dark jungle, strange people wearing wooden masks are waving torches. This scene is enough to evoke ancient memories deep in anyone's soul...
And in this dream-like scene, an even more absurd and bizarre scene actually happened——
The trajectory that the fire master turned with the torch actually completely formed a circle of fire, rolling towards the thorns...
The two fire rings were like red rollers, igniting the plants along the way and crashing into the weird thorn monster...
Flames rise.
Like a huge bonfire filled with gasoline, the thorn sacred object burned completely.
The fireman's eyes were filled with flames. He waited silently for the thing wielding the ignited whip to fall...
However, in the fire, the sacred thorns were like a burning giant bottle, and more purple whips "vomited" out of the mouth of the bottle!
As soon as the whip was born, it was ignited by the flames, and the scene in front of me became even more terrifying——
The whip of fire whipped the entire night in a dazzling way!
Including the fire master, Three-Sound Nighthawk's team made a mistake that they took for granted——
They believe that the properties of fire are restrained by plants.
But they are actually deceived by appearances. The thing in the form of the "ancient one" in front of us is not a creature on earth at all - it is an alien, half-plant, half-animal hybrid.
Whether it's cutting or flames, there's nothing you can do about it.
The fire whip became more and more chaotic, the plants in the night were ignited, and a mountain fire broke out!
The Three-Cry Nightjar didn't give up. He walked through the messy and ridiculously ferocious fire whip, still determined to attack the strong bottle-shaped body of the "Ancient One".
However, a fire whip wrapped around his ankle, causing him to fall to the ground.
Then another fire whip wrapped around his neck.
The flames swirled quickly, igniting his mask decorated with multi-colored feathers,
However, the pain of the flames did not last long. The fire whip, which was like a strong muscle, contracted suddenly, and the powerful explorer's head was twisted off, rolling down the hillside like a tumbleweed on fire. .
