Don't call me evil god

Chapter 565 Execution Moment
It was a difficult and bitter battle, I died and lived again, and lived again and died again.

Blood flowed all over the ground of the Creation Altar, and corpses strewn all over the ground were not enough to describe the brutality of the battle.

None of the believers who died were able to leave an intact body. Most of them were whipped and cut to death by the hideous tentacles on the altar, or were forcibly given various negative states by the messenger and then killed instantly by [Disaster Carnival].

What’s even more horrific is that the body that had just been reshaped from the Altar of Creation… well… that was truly the most primitive body.

Perhaps this is the price you have to pay for fighting at the "resurrection point".

But when the enemy is a group of truly fearless lunatics who disregard moral integrity, even gods will kneel before them!
The gray false life was erased bit by bit.

Although each attack only deals a few dozen points of damage, the damage caused is almost negligible.

But the "false life" of the messenger happened to run into Noven's plunder.

The essence of these powers is still the power of the evil god!
Norman can grab it!

For others, this dangerous force is like a nightmare. But Norman thinks that the believers are not strong enough to plunder the evil god's power faster.

Every attack by the believers means a plunder by the Noven.

30 million...20 million...10 million...

Although the messenger tried to eliminate the knowledge-seeking believers who besieged her, using various means, people kept falling to the ground under her attacks.

But the fallen will soon reshape their bodies in a stream of white light and join the battle again!
Bron Freeman, who witnessed the whole process, had only one thought in his mind:
"Can win!"

He is aided by an "Undead Legion" that not even death can stop!

When the battle was completely taken over by Norwen's followers, Braum was even able to withdraw from the front line of the battle and take a short rest;

Even if no one can stably withstand the messenger's attack head-on, no matter which believer falls, there will always be new warriors who will rise to the challenge the next moment, and continue to stand firmly in front of the messenger, using shields and bodies to block her attacks!

……

When the false life of the messenger was completely emptied, the believers saw the dawn of victory.

The other party seemed to realize that she had been forced into a dead end.

She finally made up her mind.

The numerous eyeballs that opened on his body began to ooze out tears and blood;
The entire altar of flesh and blood began to collapse in on itself;
Exposed pieces of flesh and blood vessels turned into an ominous scarlet mixture;
The mixture gathered into a strange sphere, quickly wrapping the messenger from top to bottom.

"Ugh..."

“The Lord is watching…His gifts…will return!”

"You guys——can't be stopped!!!"

"Tartorus, Gulimok, Udorlan..."

Complex, dull, and hoarse chanting sounded inside the strange sphere.

Pete's face turned pale, but he still gritted his teeth and chanted the spell of [Arcane Barrage], building a construction model that was strong enough to complete the magic.

The battle lasted too long and too much magic was released in a short period of time, causing him to be extremely exhausted and have a splitting headache.

Anyone who is not a fool can see that the messenger has been beaten to the point of using up her last trump card, and even the altar needs to be destroyed!
No matter what the other party plans to do, just stop her!

As the arcane missile whizzed towards the messenger, it collided violently with the scarlet mixture.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A large amount of scarlet mixture was blown apart by the bombardment of arcane energy, but it failed to harm the messenger who was wrapped inside and chanting loudly.

"...Matnare, Luklans..." The chanting became louder and louder!
"Attack! Increase your strength! Break her turtle shell!"

Pete's roar was already hoarse.

He really didn't have a drop of energy left. His spirit was completely drained. Now he couldn't control any arcane energy at all, and couldn't even create an arcane spark.

The other converted and brainwashed cultists in the Creation Altar have been sent to meet the evil god during the cleanup. The only goal of all the believers participating in this raid is to kill the "messenger"!
That layer of scarlet flesh and blood mixture is not invincible. Whether it is a knife or a sword, or an arrow or a missile, it can cause obvious damage to it. It just requires enough attacks to break a gap in it!

"... Marcello... Tumyusa..."

The messenger completely gave up fighting back due to the extremely long prayer. She was trying her best to complete the chanting of this "divine magic"!

"My close combat friends, move aside, let me take over!!"

When the battle reached this stage, the goblin Hugo no longer cared about the problem of rough operation that might cause damage to the precision machines. He put down all the "Array Cleaning Masters" that could still be used, and fired directly at the scarlet mixture in the distance, igniting and firing!
While screaming at the top of his voice, Hugo tore open the bundles of magic scrolls in his package!

"Damn you! Feel the blow of a goblin chaebol!"

"In your next life, remember to compensate the Xiwei Consortium for all the costs it paid to kill you! And interest!!!"

Ice, fire, lightning, acid, thunder, poison gas, and rays that look like glow!
There was even a starry sky passage that opened up out of thin air in the air. Turbulence from the starry sky gushed out, tearing the surrounding space into pieces!

That was the effect of Yaan's [Flash] scroll that was malfunctioning again.

No matter what kind of magic it is, it is definitely not [Blink]!

A variety of magic spells exploded, all targeting the spherical scarlet mixture!
"Boom boom boom boom boom!!!"

Money can't bring victory in battle, that's because there is not enough money!
At this moment, Xiwei Hugo is an entire army of mages!

Under the bombardment of a large number of magic scrolls, the last layer of defense protecting the messenger was finally completely defeated!
"Cultists! Die!"

Petwin Tostin and other warriors launched a decisive [Charge] towards the messenger who was chanting loudly with his eyes closed, holding the +8 ritual rapier emitting blue light in their hands!

He wanted to do something to prove that his father's conservatism and short-sightedness were wrong, and what could be more convincing than killing a powerful cultist with his own hands?

Viscount Tostin is only a 4th-level warrior, and his strength has even declined as he grows older and indulges in excessive sexual activities.

This messenger is actually at level 5, and his real strength far exceeds that of a normal level 5 professional!
The sword blade pierced the messenger's throat smoothly, and the spurting black and red pus and blood splashed onto Petunia's face, bringing a burning and stinging sensation.

"Uh... cough... cough cough... the Lord's gift..."

The messenger covered his throat with his hands in vain, his eyes burning as he looked past Petunia in a certain direction in the distance, but his arms finally fell down powerlessly...

The red words "Execution" appeared in Petunia's sight.

The messenger's life breath slowly disappeared.

Her body began to rot rapidly.

Bron Freeman gasped and limped forward in confusion.

Looking at the messenger's already stinking corpse.

"Is the knot... over?"

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