As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

How many corpses are there?

One hundred, two hundred? One thousand, two thousand?

Among the corpses were priests, nuns, and ordinary believers.

Behind them were branches and vines extending from the strange tree, and they were suspended in the air, swaying.

The silent fear has quietly penetrated into everyone's heart.

The sound of teeth chattering, legs trembling, and a faint sound from the throat that was unclear whether it was a roar or a groan echoed all around.

The third young god!

Compared with the previous two, this young god's growth rate is obviously higher. While the church was clearing out the other two young gods, she sneaked into the place favored by the goddess, using the hearts of the goddess's believers as food to grow rapidly.

She seems to have chosen a completely different growth direction from the other two young gods.

The mother's body and the baby god in her belly seemed to be merging together in some strange way.

This integration has not yet been completely completed. Once completed, I am afraid it will be the end of Larnaca as a whole.

Without any hesitation, Gerald raised the magic wand in his hand high, and the light of dawn lit up. His wrinkled lips moved quickly, spitting out vague words one after another.

Next to them, every cleric was ready for battle.

Almost at the same time, the big tree seemed to sense the presence of Gerald and others. Her eyelids, which had almost completely stiffened into bark, lifted up with difficulty, and her stiff eyeballs moved slowly.

When she saw the large number of priests in front of her, Dashu was not afraid at all. A ball of light suddenly burst out in her dull eyes, and she seemed very excited.

"food……"

"Ah, my child...the food you want is here."

"The heart of the Hierophant...how delicious."

The big tree made a neurotic sound, and the trunk began to shake. A layer of fluorescent light suddenly flashed on the trunk and spread along the trunk to every branch.

Gerald raised his magic wand high and brought it down with a bang. A huge lightsaber condensed out of thin air in mid-air and slashed straight towards the front several dozen meters away.

Sword of Dawn!

boom!

For a moment, sparks flew everywhere and debris flew everywhere.

The Sword of Dawn shattered in mid-air, Gerald's body suddenly took two steps back, and his face turned pale for an instant.

A branch also fell from the big tree. Just now, this branch suddenly expanded and blocked the sword of dawn falling from the sky.

Rain of Divine Light Swords!

On the other side, densely packed lightsabers also fell from midair, hitting the big tree with a clanging sound, but failed to cause any damage to the trunk. Virgil's face looked a little ugly. The defense of this big tree was far more amazing than he had imagined.

The firefly light had already flashed to the tip of every branch. The next moment, a flower was seen blooming at the tip of the branch where the body was hanging in just a few seconds.

The scarlet petals and scarlet stamens are like flowers made of condensed blood.

The next second, the corpse that was hanging in the air fell from the air like a ripe fruit with a crackling sound.

At an altitude of ten to twenty meters, even practitioners will inevitably break their muscles and bones or even die if they are not protected.

But these corpses, no.

They fell to the ground, then slowly got up, raised their heads one by one, and on their stiff and dull faces, only their eyes were flashing with strange light. Just around their eye sockets, a circle of thin silk threads emerged and squirmed like worms.

"ah……"

The Tree of the Young God suddenly let out a scream.

The sound of blasphemy.

Including Gerald and Virgil, the thoughts of many priests suddenly became stagnant, their bodies stiffened, as if they had been petrified, and the magic spells in their mouths suddenly stopped.

At this moment, the puppet that landed on the ground began to roar wildly and rushed forward.

"what……"

There was another scream, but this scream was not from the Tree of Young Gods. The owner of the voice was Lydia.

The dead wail.

Wherever the sound reached, the clergy felt as if a steel needle was embedded in their heads and felt a sharp pain, but this severe pain also woke them up from their previous stagnation.

Not to mention, as an undead witch, Lydia has the ability to control all deaths... Although the figures in front of her are puppets controlled by the Tree of Young Gods, they are also existences that have lost their lives.

As long as it is dead, it will be affected by the wail of the undead.

The screams spread out, and at least about a third of the puppets stopped in place instantly. Some struggle flashed in their wide eyes, and then they rushed towards their companions like crazy.

Puff, puff, puff...

Weird sounds continued to sound, and the scene at the scene could only be described as flesh and blood flying everywhere.

The puppets have sharp claws and long fangs. They seem to have turned into pure beasts, with claws piercing through their bodies and the sound of fangs tearing flesh being heard constantly.

The power of the witch was undoubtedly demonstrated at this time. Lydia alone was able to hold down two-thirds of the puppets.

At the rear, a large number of paladins also began to form a group of thirteen. After receiving reinforcements from priests and priests, they grabbed the spears in their hands and charged forward.

Irelia was replenishing the holy chants so that all the clergy could always be in the strongest condition.

Gerald and Virgil turned their attention to the Young God Tree in front of them. The Young God Tree was very dissatisfied with the interference in her actions. She opened her mouth again and wanted to utter a sharp blasphemy. sound.

At this moment, Gerald suddenly raised his left hand and pressed it on his ear with a snap.

The next moment, blood gurgled out of both ears.

The old priest directly shattered his eardrums to avoid being affected by the blasphemous sound.

Woo!

A whirlwind began to blow around his body, and the sound of the wind became more and more intense.

The old priest, who completely ignored the influence of the blasphemous voice, pointed his magic wand, and the wind blades were enough to cut through the boulders, leaving cracks on the trunk of the Young God Tree.

With the naked eye, scarlet mucus is visible oozing out from the cracks.

But this time, the trunk of the Young God Tree trembled violently, so much so that the dense leaves rattled.

call……

A long vine, like a poisonous snake falling from the sky, twitched towards Gerald.

"fire……"

call……

Virgil, who was not far away from Archbishop Gerald, suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blazing flames. In an instant, scarlet light jumped in the air.

Since learning about the existence of the black beast and the young god, Virgil has never been idle.

Although he did not have the opportunity to conduct experiments directly on the young god, he did get quite a few experimental subjects like the black beasts. Listening to the sharp and miserable roars of the black beasts every day had almost become the biggest diversion in Virgil's life, who was in danger of death.

Black beasts have an exaggerated resistance to most magic.

However, there are two exceptions, light and fire. The damage caused by fire is even stronger than that of light magic.

After knowing this, Virgil spent a lot of time and mastered some unprofessional fire magic. Although the Tree of the Young God is not a black beast, it should have some commonalities with the black beast.

As the fire burned over, a layer of charred black instantly appeared on the vines, and all the original green leaves turned into ashes.

Although the vine was not completely burned, there was no doubt that the scorching flames had angered the Tree of the Young God. With a whoosh, the vine that had originally hit Gerald swept directly towards Virgil.

Vergil, who had been prepared, snapped his fingers.

Resist the ring of fire!

boom!

A circle of flames swayed from Virgil's body, colliding with the vines.

Although the vines were temporarily blocked, the impact coming through the ring of fire still caused Virgil to shake violently, and a trace of scarlet oozed from the corner of his mouth.

The fierce battle seemed to have no end in sight.

A scream spread among the crowd.

A priest was thrown to the ground. In an instant, countless pairs of sharp claws and fangs were tearing at his body at the same time. The severe pain made the priest's body twitch continuously.

He even wanted to kill himself.

But in this despair, even suicide is not allowed.

A puppet was lying on his body, its strange eyes staring at the priest's eyes. Just around his eye sockets, a scarlet thread gradually drilled into the priest's eyes.

At that moment, the priest seemed to be experiencing hellish pain. His body twitched violently and he banged his head against the ground repeatedly. His hands were digging at his ears and eyes, as if trying to dig out something that had entered his body.

The whole process lasted for more than ten seconds, and the priest's screams suddenly stopped.

Apart from the fact that his body was still moving in a rhythmic manner, there was no other reaction. After a few seconds, this priest, whose limbs were broken and whose bones were exposed in many places, crawled up from the ground again. His eyes had turned scarlet, and countless strange filaments were wriggling in the corners of his eyes.

Ow.

With a roar like that of a wild beast, the priest who had been transformed into a puppet pounced on the figure closest to him.

Cecilia.

Cecilia is a serving nun. Although she was once watched by the evil god, this process was interrupted by Ron.

She didn't actually learn any fighting skills.

Seeing the blood in front of her, Cecilia felt like her scalp was about to explode. She subconsciously gathered the blood knife and stabbed forward.

puff!

The blood knife penetrated the opponent's body silently and extremely easily. Some blood spurted out from the hole and sprayed on Cecilia's body and face.

Salty and fishy.

She watched helplessly as the scarlet marks continued to wriggle along the bloody knife that pierced the opponent's body. She watched helplessly as the puppet's body shriveled up at an extremely fast speed.

In the end, it was completely transformed into a dry corpse, and the stamens in the eye sockets also withered.

hum...

There seemed to be a loud noise in Cecilia's mind.

Right in front of her eyes, a scarlet, tall, majestic shadow appeared!

Cecilia's body seemed to be guided by something. She walked towards the battlefield in a rather strange posture. She imitated the movements of the phantom and waved the bloody knife in her hand.

puff……

puff……

puff!

The shriveled corpses turned into fine ashes.

[Beep, the system prompts that the Lord of Blood and Destruction is trying to interfere with the world. 】

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Chapter 136 Serving a nun is dangerous! (2)

[Beep, system prompts, the Lord of Blood and Destruction is trying to interfere with this world.

[The repairman interrupted the intervention of the Lord of Blood and Destruction and tried to eliminate the traces left by the Lord of Blood and Destruction. 】

Ron was trying to get to Morol Cathedral as quickly as possible when his body suddenly trembled, and Elsa's reminder sounded in his ears.

The system prompt this time is a bit baffling.

Generally speaking, only things related to Ron himself would be prompted by Elsa, but this time, what appeared was the game between the blood and the Lord of Destruction and the repairman.

Ron's heart clenched instantly.

The evil god who once tried to corrupt Cecilia should be the Lord of Blood and Destruction. If he wants to interfere in this world, it is likely to be done through Cecilia, the person he can influence.

Ron didn't know why the Lord of Blood and Destruction wanted to intervene in this conflict, but Elsa's other reminder made Ron's hair stand on end.

The Repairman attempts to erase the traces left by the Lord of Blood and Destruction.