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Chapter 178 Monster

The blood sprayed from the enemy's fallen body fell on Ma Li.

The bright red blood formed a dazzling contrast with her pale skin.

Such dissonance.

Yet so joyful!

Blood is a tribute!

Ma Li could feel that the heartbreaking pain deep in her soul was being melted away by the warmth in her eyes.

It is the power of blessing that dissolves the blood of the blasphemer.

More.

More blood is needed!

Mali's biological instinct is roaring and yearning.

The sand people invaded the "Talek", but everything now has nothing to do with the "Talek".

Mali only wants these blasphemers now.

eye for eye!

call out--

Her figure rose up, and at a speed that was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye, she dodged in front of the translator who was not far away and was talking nonsense.

Then, the right hand becomes a claw.

Plunge straight into the opponent's chest!

puff-

The heart-stopping sound of penetration sounded.

This time, no one can help Treed resist.

pain!

It hurts, hurts, hurts!

As soon as the extreme regret came into my heart, it was destroyed by the monster's brutal claw attack.

No.

The pain of having flesh and blood removed from the wrist brought even greater regret!

Ted stared helplessly at the monster in front of him.

This time at close range, he finally saw the other party's face clearly.

The deathly pale skin revealed an inexplicable chill.

Under the scarlet eyes were two strange blood stains.

He is not tall, and is even a little skinny.

The long black hair is like poisonous weeds from the most evil place, making people inexplicably frightened.

Although it is in human form, it looks more like a monster than the ink-armed ape in the mountains.

This is a complete monster!

What on earth have I angered? !

Ted's remorse drove him crazy.

But it was too late.

The bright red flame-like blood spurted out from his chest.

He stretched out his hands, trying to push away the enemy who was about to kill him.

But, how can the power of mortals shake the extraordinary nature of wildness?

The ridiculous struggle lasted only a few moments.

Traed was already dizzy, and everything around him began to become blurry.

He wanted to struggle hard, but the loss of a large amount of blood caused his physical strength to reach the limit, and even breathing seemed extremely difficult.

Every heartbeat seems to take away life.

In the final moments, his senses were suppressed to the limit.

All I could feel was the wetness on my cheeks.

What is that?

Tears? Snot?

Blood?

Or something else?

It's not important anymore, it's not important anymore.

The bone-gnawing pain grew to its limit.

Then comes the weakness that pervades the soul.

Until the end, the soul also disappears

thump--

The hollow body fell limply to the ground, throwing up fine dust.

Ma Li grinned contentedly.

At this moment, the body and mind are happy.

It was a sense of harmony mixed with the contradictions of violent destruction and tranquility.

The blood of her enemies is absorbed into her skin.

Gathered into the eyes.

Be purified and transformed.

It became the power flowing between the limbs.

The taste of blood is the breath of the gods.

This is a divine blessing!

joy! joy!

good! good!

Sudden.

boom--

A terrifying roar sounded.

The wind and sand in the sky were stirred up, forming a gray-yellow sand dragon in the blink of an eye.

The air is boiling!

I saw it in the middle of the entangled sand waves.

A sand blade with a strong meaning of destruction, like a meteor falling from the sky.

Heading towards Ma Li, the bombardment is coming! The terrifying power was vented towards Ma Li in front of the temple.

Then, without losing momentum, it crashed directly into the temple.

Boom——

The intricately carved bronze door instantly shattered into pieces.

Chaotic gravel was scattered in all directions.

The sand blade continued to charge forward and was about to penetrate the temple.

Boom——

After another tremor that shook the ground.

A scarlet curtain emerged from the collapsed temple.

The sand blade was like a crazy drill bit, striking at the suddenly appearing curtain.

However, no matter how amazing its momentum was, it could never shake the scarlet wall in front of it.

Ten seconds later.

Clang.

The sand blade lost its power and fell to the ground.

The slight impact of landing is like an introduction.

A crackling sound was heard immediately.

This sand blade blessed by the gods is in the confrontation of power.

Annihilation and fragmentation.

However, the attention of everyone on the field was not on the God's Blessing Sand Blade.

Gabor put his hand on his heart, which was feeling an obvious tearing sensation, and said to Garnside expressionlessly:

"Master Patriarch, this should be enough."

"Even that kind of monster cannot survive in the face of [Sandfall]."

Upon hearing this, Garnside glanced at the pale deputy and did not answer.

Soon he cast his solemn gaze back to the dusty front.

In front of that dazzling blood-red curtain.

A figure is gradually emerging.

"How is this possible?!"

Gabor's condition at this time was already extremely bad.

[Sandfall] is not a conventional means of fighting the enemy.

Even Garnside, the leader of the clan, is not immune to the sequelae caused by [Sandfall], let alone Gabor.

At this time, Gabor was barely holding on to his body, looking at the enemy who seemed to be unscathed in disbelief.

No, it was still under attack!

Gabor keenly discovered that there was a hole in the monster's robe on its abdomen.

The enemy did not avoid the magic!

This is also a matter of course.

[Sandfall] is a unique and powerful magic in terms of both lethality and speed.

If this were not the case, how could there be any sand people suffering from a series of sequelae to use this magic?

However, [Sandfall] hit the enemy, but failed to cause the due damage.

What exactly is going on? !

"This is a real monster."

Garnside's serious voice sounded, causing the sand people who were a little disturbed to see the enemy safe and sound to focus on themselves again.

The leader of the sand people looked so gloomy that he could squeeze out water.

He felt that ever since this "Talek" was targeted, the operations of the "Jia" tribe had been quite unsatisfactory.

Both the enemy's pre-war preparations and will to resist were much stronger than he expected.

The plan to sneak into the suburbs of the city for a surprise attack failed, and the plan to persuade them to surrender also failed.

The "Jia" tribe already had limited manpower, but they fought hard to get to this point.

As a result, I also encountered the enemy's backhand.

Looking at the pair of bloody eyes staring at him, Garnside became more and more sure.

He was fooled!

This "Talek" is not the northern town that people in the Kingdom call it.

It’s clearly a big city with a lot of history!

After all, the apostles of the "Talek" church haven't returned yet.

For the first time, the leader of the Sand People thought of retreating.

After all, the numerical advantage is here. If we continue to fight, it shouldn't be a big problem to deal with the enemy in front of us.

So, what's the cost?

Dozens or even hundreds more soldiers will be killed or injured?

Then what? Continue to use human lives to storm the temple?

If it really comes to that situation, there will be no difference between victory and defeat.

Ma Li didn't know what the leader of the sand people was thinking.

She just looked at the leader-like figure who was protected by the stars of the blasphemers.

The pain in my abdomen was overshadowed by the joy of new flesh.

Ma Li opened her mouth, revealing beast-like fangs:

"Then what's next."

"now you."

(End of this chapter)