Copy of the reckless man: I can see the status bar

Just because the corpse of the god of mad war slowly stood up!

The strong and bulging body is gradually collapsing and drying up, countless tentacles are growing rapidly, and the incomplete parts are supported and connected by a large number of tentacles.

As the power dissipated, the broken divine armor from ancient times released a heart-stopping dark red halo.

The huge divine corpse looked up to the sky and roared, but the broken and decayed vocal cords could no longer emit the thunderous war cry of the past.

A large number of believers of the Evolution of Ancient Gods who didn't know why suddenly screamed in surprise, fell to their knees in large groups, and kowtowed violently towards the corpse of the god.

In their opinion, the plan of the leader and others was successful!

The ancient gods have really been resurrected by them, and will soon lead them to return to the peak of the Divine Blessing Continent ten thousand years ago!

The alien beasts are no longer the dominant world overlords, the new humans are the real masters of this continent!

The group of players led by Rona were mixed in with the large army of the Ancient God Evolution Cult, like a group of aliens.

The expressions they looked at the divine corpse were full of horror and fear, and panic was written all over their faces.

Damn this damn Diawara, damn the Ancient God Evolution Cult, what the hell are they doing!

Rona cursed inwardly, still maintaining a calm expression on his face.

Those ignorant native new humans couldn't see what was going on, but he could understand!

Even though he didn't know that the resurrected God was not really the God of Mad War, what was before him now was just a controlled body of the god, a giant puppet with unparalleled combat power.

But he knew one thing.

That bastard Diawara is gone!

The other party's original plan should be to sacrifice a group of the strongest subordinates to provide some energy or something to complete the resurrection ceremony of the gods, so as to revive the ancient gods who fell thousands of years ago.

Before the ancient gods are successfully resurrected, some kind of connection is established with the other party so that they can be controlled after the other party is resurrected.

Or simply take the body of this god and replace the other person as the new god yourself, trying to take a shortcut.

After completing this step, all the people in the tomb were washed with blood to restore the body's power loss and loss over the past ten thousand years.

But no matter what the plan was, Diawara failed!

The result of this failure is that the corpse of this god is now in a state of chaos and out of control!

No one knows what it will do.

Rona is freaking out now.

How could I believe a plan proposed by a lunatic?

indeed.

If Lu Wenwu always seems to be mentally ill because of his different brain circuits.

Diawara, whose brain circuit is really weird, is really crazy.

Normal people would never be able to do what they are doing now.

A large number of tentacles grew on the body of the divine corpse, almost repairing the broken parts.

But doing so also caused the originally strong body of the divine corpse to become as shriveled and wrinkled as a dead tree. It lost its smooth luster and became pitted.

The chaotic eyes of the divine corpse looked down, and at a glance he saw a large number of members of the Ancient God Evolution Cult who were lying on the ground and chanting prayers.

A gap opened at the corner of his dry and stiff mouth, and a large number of tentacles kept surging in the bloodless mouth.

"boom!"

Without any warning, the right hand of the divine corpse suddenly raised up, and then slammed down.

That huge body was incredibly flexible, and its speed was so fast that it tore the air into shrieks and continuously emitted air explosions.

The huge slap suddenly hit the place where the crowd was the densest, and instantly a ball of bloody cuckoos exploded on the ground.

The entire tomb shook under this palm, and the earth groaned heavily, breaking into terrifying holes.

[Tip: Player [Marquis Johnson] dies]

This is the nigga from before.

Unfortunately, he was hit by the tentacles shot by the divine corpse, and his whole body instantly exploded into a ball of blood mist from top to bottom.

His magic mecha, which could compete with an A+ level expert within three minutes, was already gone before he could use it, and he had no chance to use the unique yin and yang energy of the United States.

The divine corpse didn't care much about the power of the blow it caused.

Its huge palms touched the ground lightly, and the flesh and blood that had just been crushed were instantly absorbed by the suction coming from its palms and turned into a part of its body.

This blow seemed to replenish its dry right hand a little, regaining some luster.

However, the amount of recovery was so small that people almost thought it was their own illusion.

The divine corpse opened its mouth wide and seemed to be laughing.

With another slap, countless new humans followed in the footsteps of their leader, turning into pools of sticky flesh and blood.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we'd better get out of this damn place as quickly as possible. Before this big guy has time to launch his next attack, quickly leave from the exit we came from!"

At this time, Rona was surprisingly calm. While backing up, he frantically took out props that could be used to save his life and escape, even though the cold sweat had soaked the clothes on his back.

When several teammates heard what the leader said, they immediately rushed towards the passage to the ground without any hesitation.

Only the short-haired black man whose biological sex was female kept the same speed as Rona.

She pointed to the high platform and couldn't help but said: "Ambition, look! Those people are also players. They seem to be preparing to fight this BOSS. Why don't we go and help?"

Did your useless pig brain get kicked out by your nigger dad before he ran away?

Fighting a BOSS of this level?

What kind of international joke are you playing on me?

Rona, whose scalp was numb, wanted to curse out loud like this.

But years of self-cultivation and subconscious thoughts of maintaining his personality still allowed him to maintain it.

A stiff smile emerged from the corner of his mouth: "This is underground, and this huge BOSS has obviously gone crazy. If we stay here any longer, sooner or later we will be buried alive by the collapsing earth."

"Catherine, what we need to do now is to retreat strategically, then observe the situation and act according to the situation. Reckless fighting is not advisable, as it will only cost lives in vain."

The black Catherine, whose gender was unknown, was frightened by his remarks, so she no longer hesitated and immediately ran towards the exit.

Rona, who was one step behind, finally had time to wipe the cold sweat that was about to drip from his forehead, breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly speeded up his running pace.

help?

I'll give his grandma a leg up!

If you don't run away quickly, what are you waiting for?

A bunch of fools are challenging the windmill, which normal person would seek death under such circumstances!

The divine corpse continues to absorb the flesh and blood of new humans in an attempt to restore its own body.

Many of its tentacles fell off on their own, squirming on the ground, entrenched and brewing among piles of broken bones, and eventually gave birth to humanoid creatures that looked like humans.

Their strength is not considered strong, at best they are B or B+ level.

But their number is like a vast ocean, and it looks like a dark mass.

A large number of tentacle monsters swarmed towards the new humans, devouring them all in one fell swoop.

The flesh and blood essence is sent back to the main body, and the bone fragments become their nourishment.

On a simple high platform.

Lu Wenwu clenched his fist fiercely and said to his companions: "As soon as you touch each other, take the old leader and leave. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. This battle is not something you can participate in."

"Let's talk about it then! We will take care of ourselves."

Wu Jianqing drew his natal flying sword and said with a smile, with no intention of leaving.

"It's still the same old rules, you fight the big ones, we fight the small ones, we work together tacitly!"

The artificial AC cow has a bow and arrow on its back, indicating that Ellu and the tooth hound form a kitten knight state.

He took out his best hunting flute and played the battle BGM like a bard.

Xu Changjiang played a bel canto symphony version of the Divine Tune Helping Soldiers with the passionate and passionate accompaniment of Proof of Heroes. I don’t know which immortal was invited to perform.

"Your behavior is somewhat seeking death." Lu Wenwu commented unceremoniously.

"We are companions! We have signed an abyss contract!" Wu Jianqing directly transformed back into his original form, "I am the most loyal person!"

"The same is true for several of my little friends. How can the old servant leave alone?"

Long Yuanhai completed the transformation with a smile, his body covered with fine dragon scales.

The slightly hunched body suddenly became as straight as a loose body, and the somewhat deficient energy and blood suddenly filled up, as if he had returned to his peak.

Now, he has become a half-human, half-dragon state, and his aura surges.

"In the past, the Dragon Ancestor used his body to suppress demons, and our Shenlong Tribe has always regarded itself as the descendant of the Dragon Ancestor. This old servant also wants to contribute some modest effort to this God's Blessed Continent."

Lu Wenwu paused for two seconds and said strangely: "You already knew this, so why do you still call me Young Master? Do you consider yourself a servant?"

"Because you are the benefactor of the Shenlong Tribe, your kindness in rebuilding is the same as that of the Dragon Ancestor in the past." Long Yuanhai said with a smile.

"Then what if I say that before I met you, I killed the old Dragon King and destroyed the Dragon Palace?" Lu Wenwu asked again.

This time, Long Haiyuan's smile disappeared.

His eyes instantly became sincere and serious, and he looked deeply towards Lu Wenwu.

"Then, this old servant, shamelessly represents all the living beings on this continent to express gratitude to the young master for saving the world!"

"Hey! Hurry up and stand up. We don't do this anymore." Lu Wenwu waved his hand in disdain. "That's why I don't like to communicate with serious older people. I can't make them laugh at all."

Long Yuanhai laughed loudly and stood in compliance with the words.

While several people were talking, the divine corpse was already killing people like crazy.

A large number of members of the Ancient God Evolution Cult were killed and turned into resources for its resurrection.

Some devout and fanatical believers are still kowtowing and praying, hoping to devote themselves to the ancient gods, hoping that after death, they can merge with the ancient gods and go to the kingdom of gods to enjoy eternal life.

More new humans have begun to flee in panic, swarming towards several passages into the tomb chamber.

As far as the strength currently shown by the Divine Corpse is concerned, it is actually not so outrageous that it cannot be beaten at all.