The warlock murmured lazily, with a rather dissatisfied tone.
"Are all of you who rebel against the party have a background in small commercials? Each one shouts slogans louder than the last."
Anzu considered himself a kind person, so he didn't even bother to respond.
In his opinion, this is just the death struggle of a trapped fish. There is nothing wrong with letting the warlock take advantage of his words. At least he can die in a happy mood.
Under the protection of Anzu's spiritual power, the creatures in thousands of small nests above the rock wall were ready to move. Living corpses and blood corpses of different shapes emerged from them. The closer the nests were to the underground space. At the top, the higher the level of the zombies is.
It is worth noting that three of the five nests closest to the top were successfully "hatched", namely a blood corpse, a fifth-level advanced tooth-shattering abomination, and a weird living corpse with four limbs on the ground and a tail like a spear. .
Rather than saying it is a living corpse, it is more similar to some kind of beast-like form.
Thousands of high-level living corpses and blood corpses crawled out of their lairs and hung densely on the rock wall, roaring and roaring. The scene was particularly terrifying.
As a top master in certain aspects, the warlock could tell with just a quick glance that these living corpses were clearly not ready for "birth". They were just forced to stimulate their potential by Anzu and shorten the incubation process. Regardless of whether there was fighting or not, They will also explode into a mass of rotting flesh within a few hours - a pretty powerful explosion.
(～￣▽￣)～
"Are you quite willing to spend a lot of money?"
Looking at other people's big scenes and big productions, and then thinking about the mount that he had pieced together and still hasn't finished, the warlock suddenly felt a little worried.
This magician is wrong, this magician should not say that those who rebel against the Party are poor...
The anger bar was full as soon as it was full. The warlock pointed at the top of his head.
"!#%..."
He made a voice that sounded like the whisper of some ancient and evil beast. After every word he spoke, a dark golden character emerged from the void and gradually lit up.
Liu Renjun was stunned for a moment.
"An...Anzu..."
Anzu's shadow condensed behind Liu Renjun, and he was back to back.
"Pretending...it's all in vain!"
As a result, the warlock uncle scratched his head and said,
"This is so embarrassing. This warlock did something wrong. I just wanted to show off quietly..."
He hated the fact that iron cannot be turned into steel and said to Anzu and Liu Renjun,
"You can see how important it is to learn a foreign language well. You don't understand such a touching Void Demon Language, a language whose pronunciation is particularly advanced?"
"（︶︿︶）＝╭∩╮"
The warlock sighed and "erased" the dark gold runes that appeared in the void with his hand.
"Hey, I also have the translated version! Listen—
"Move your fingers, and shadows and flames will engulf any idiot who dares to stand in your way~"
Liu Renjun couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing: No wonder the essence of your spell is the demonic language of the void that no normal person can understand!
"Destruction: The Twisting Nether."
The warlock opened his hands, and the green evil fire that seemed ready to devour everything rose into the sky in his arms.
"Boom~"
In the underground space, countless silver-white illusory veins suddenly emerged from the void, squirming and changing positions like living creatures. With Anzu's mental power, he only watched the soul body for two blinks of time. It actually has a tendency to collapse.
The green evil fire did not touch these veins. It only flickered for a while and then dissipated without any movement.
Anzu was panting violently in shock. The moment the warlock took action, he had the urge to run away on the spot.
"What the hell is this!"
The warlock chuckled and said,
"Well, it's just a small way to prevent you from opening the portal and escaping. The scientific name is 'Destruction: Twisted Void'. Isn't it very impressive? But I like to call it 'No one can escape'... It's a pity that if you As you can see, the spell failed."
"It seems that we need to change the method," the warlock muttered, "Sea Lazuli... is really an interesting thing..."
Liu Renjun is going crazy - we obviously caught you, but you are still thinking about how to keep us here instead of running away? ?
He looked up at the living and bloody corpses hanging on the rock wall.
Are you really using our inventory as a background board or what? Does this guy have a brain?
emmmm...
But to be honest, physically speaking, warlocks really don’t seem to have such parts as brains...
The blood corpses and living zombies finally stopped trying and roared crazily as they jumped up and down the rock wall, overwhelmingly pressing on the warlock.
It's really "pressing", the densely packed figures are connected together, as if they are one whole.
"Pa~"
The warlock casually slapped it, whipping the largest fifth-level advanced tooth-shattering abomination into the air and turning it into a top, and stuck it on the rock wall with a loud bang.
Liu Renjun almost popped his eyes out!
"What's going on here?"
The warlock uncle rubbed his hands with great nostalgia, with a look of endless aftertaste on his face.
"The quality of the ripened food is indeed not good. The feel is much worse than the stubborn donkey during the beast tide."
The group of living corpses surged in, and the third level was counted upwards.
The third level is the foundation, the fourth level is the main force, and the fifth level is the vanguard.
Not to mention a closed underground space, even if an evolved person encounters such a scene in the wilderness, it is unlikely that he will even escape.
However, the warlock was like a tiger rushing into a herd of sheep, tearing open a large hole in the small tide of corpses, causing flesh and blood to fly everywhere in his path, and bones and flesh torn apart.
Liu Renjun couldn't help but retreated, and he gave up at that moment.
How the hell are you going to fight this? How to hit the opponent's flying dragon rider in the face?
Who would have thought that the warlock bloodline that you keep talking about is more reasonable than pure physics...
Liu Renjun had a splitting headache.
"No, no, there must be something wrong... Why has our information channel never mentioned such important information... Anzu..."
Anzu was so battered by the mental tide that the warlock had not released deliberately that he was still in a mess, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.
If they were even slightly distracted, Anzu could guarantee that these zombie babies, including Liu Renjun, would be turned into a vegetative state by the mental storm in minutes.
The old warlock was bathed in the corpse's blood. He simply took off the cloak from his upper body and tied the sleeves around his waist with a slip knot, revealing a pair of sturdy tendons with perfect proportions that were deliberately simulated by the gray mist.
"Hey, it's my favorite time again, so you're welcome, this warlock - the most effective stone skin! The most effective endurance! The most effective bravery! The most effective critical strike! The most effective demon-breaking! The most effective thorn halo! Extremely effective fear! Life-draining technique! Death-coil aura! Life diversion - full power! Unconstant pain! Chaos! The stamina of the bull! The vision of the eagle! The strength of the bear! The agility of the leopard! Extremely effective - halo of disaster!!"
Almost at the same time, dazzling light exploded on the warlock's body, and the visual effect was overwhelming.
The eyes of the unprepared Liu Renjun and some of the living corpses were red, with tears streaming down their cheeks in the blink of an eye. It felt as if they were lighting a fireworks show in a space as big as a potato cellar. Here~
The Warlock Master swelled to more than nine meters tall, with all kinds of dazzling buffs hanging around his body and dozens of coquettish haloes on his feet. The crackling lightning flashed between the giant horn above his head and a thick metal belt covered with rusty runes. Shuttle back and forth.
The raging evil fire between the giant horns burned into a billowing smoke dragon, and the choking smell of sulfur filled the cave - the guy in front of him looked like a demon who had just crawled out of the cracks of hell.
Liu Renjun was dumbfounded. He had only two words left in his mouth.
The movements of the living zombies and blood zombies, who had no intelligence at all, were stuck for a second or two, and fear shone in their chaotic eyes.
This was not over yet. The warlock's hand scratched his crotch, and somehow he pulled out a super huge *13 ferocious mace - the mace's body showed a series of strings that seemed to be made of The strange runes carved with blood, and the scarlet light flickered, making each of the canine teeth on the mace, which was larger than Liu Renjun's entire body, feel like a red-hot iron.
Anzu: "..."
Liu Renjun: "..."
(╯‵□′)╯︵┻┻
Why don't you just drag out an audience member and ask him who is more of a villain?
The warlock uncle said two words lightly,
"Slavery."
The high-level blood corpses hatched from the nest at the top, and the monsters with health bars as violent as Lin Chou could not easily kill with a handy shovel were immediately burned by the evil fire until only their pale skeletons were left. Then the evil fire gradually extinguished. Gathered in the skull's eye sockets, beating.
This blood corpse is already the warlock's younger brother from now on.
The warlock snapped his fingers,
"Sacrifice! Life diversion - power absorption - full effect blessing!"
My younger brother died.
"Haha, this is so refreshing~"
boom! boom! boom!
How powerful is a mace that is over three meters thick and fifteen 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 huddled together were left, and the other third turned into a sticky paste that covered the ground and walls.
The shadow man Anzu stared at the warlock, his voice began to tremble,
"It's impossible...it can't be...it's all fake...spiritual fantasy...you obviously..."
He suffered a great fright.
On the contrary, Liu Renjun was better, at least he didn't lose his composure.
Well, in fact, Renjun's life experience can be said to be much richer than that of An Zuliu.
At least he had experienced the terror of the warlock head-on, twice.
Anzu was trembling and mumbling.
"impossible..."
"What about the effect of sea bluestone?"
"How could this happen? How could this happen?!"
"how did you do that..."
Anzu almost collapsed.
Warlock is the kind of character who is used to being lonely without friends for hundreds of years——
Emmm, that's right. How can you not feel lonely if you say something to an old man about bad luck and don't give him a break for three days?
When the warlock uncle heard that Shadow Lao An had questions, was he okay? Then I need to spend a few more dollars!
When it comes to chatting, you have to pay attention to the atmosphere.
The wolf-toothed club struck the ground with incredible agility against Liu Renjun's back.
When Liu Renjun was blown away by the strong wind brought by the mace, he seemed to hear a very thick and short "pia chirp", and then his vision went black and he felt overwhelming pain.
When he looked back, he found that the warlock was stretching the shadow man Anzu, who had been smashed into a pile by the super huge *13 mace, into a piece, and then wrapped it back and forth on the mace several times. Son.
What kind of saucy operation is this? ?
"Zizzi..."
The part of Anzu's body that was in contact with the mace seemed to have encountered a nemesis, corroded and constantly emitting black smoke.
Along 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 without blind spots.
The warlock stood the mace on the ground, and the gray mist above his head turned into a satisfied ︿(￣︶￣)︿ expression, he was so happy.
"Then, as to why this is the case, I have to start from the beginning of the universe. This is a long, long story!"
"..."
"Hey, your expression is not right. Oh, okay, let's start with the bloodline of Warlock."
"..."
Thirty minutes later, Anzu's voice, which had been "moisturized" by the mace's big stick and was so thin that it was almost transparent, sounded like a cuckoo crying blood.
Kill...kill me...just kill me..."
The warlock was in high spirits, foaming at the mouth and said,
"Oh, as expected, there is no end to learning. Your rebel party has found a new way of thinking about mental power + semi-materialization of the soul. It is a topic worthy of exploration. It is even helpful for deducing my mount calculation formula. Lao Tie, I’m calling you like crazy~”
Liu Renjun was squatting in a corner, not daring to move.
This was the first time since his debut that he had experienced despair, and he couldn't even think of resisting.
It's ridiculous to say that there is only one-third of the remaining living corpses who keep the same movements and squat in the corner as him.
The fifteen-meter-high shining mace was stuck in the center of the underground space. The ancestors of Liu Renjun's family effectively acted as the material for coating and waxing the mace. They squatted in a circle one by one on the edge of the outer rock wall, holding their heads. There was a corpse, and the warlock uncle sat cross-legged under a mace with full lighting effects and preached his theory while foaming at the mouth.
In short, the whole scene was a weird mess: the scene of a large-scale MLM rally.avi
The warlock talked more and more vigorously - how many years has it been, how many years has it been since I chatted with so many people at the same time, so warm~
Although from time to time a living corpse will quickly expand into a ball and explode, killing the nearest friends, this does not affect the mentality of the warlock.
Look how seriously the zombies listened. They stayed motionless for the last second before being blown away.
Anzu: "Kill me...let me die...let me die..."
Strangely enough, even though the "shadow" component that made up Anzu's body had been almost destroyed by the mace, Anzu became more energetic and energetic, and even screamed with much more confidence than at the beginning.
The intervals between self-destructions of living corpses are getting shorter and shorter. At first, one living corpse exploded every few minutes, but now the explosions have become a series.
The warlock sighed reluctantly - the audience had already begun to leave, and this very successful symposium was finally coming to an end.
