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Chapter 146 Four Evil God Apostles
“Unlike what we thought, the outskirts of the city were filled with burned-down buildings or houses that were still burning.

We didn't see any life, and we didn't venture into the inner area."

After George came back from his investigation, he told everyone what he had learned.

The findings made everyone frown.

“That is to say, the enemy has sent many cultists to stop our exploration.

But they don't actually have that many people. They just want to stop us from getting close to the city, even if it means risking their lives." The Saint said, quickly analyzing the situation.

Popot nodded and added, "And the last follower of the Plague Lord's self-destruction was clearly intended to slow us down."

This behavior is very easy to understand. He immediately self-destructed after seeing that he was defeated.

Caught off guard, some people in their team were infected. If it weren't for Popot's reminder and the dwarves' understanding of the Plague Lord's abilities, most of them might have been infected.

And because of Blake's outstanding performance, the enemy chose Blake, and obviously wanted to make Blake lose some combat ability.

"It seems the enemy is well aware that we are unaware of the power of this new evil god. After being influenced by him, they will definitely not rush in."

Popot summed it up.

This way, the enemy can continue what they want inside the city.

It can be said that the outer guard forces may have been sent out to harass them.

George smiled. “But he didn’t expect that there are people here who understand them and have even fought against them.”

"It seems that although they believe in the same evil god, they may not have much in common with each other?" Popot murmured.

After all, if they had been in contact beforehand, they might have learned something from the dwarf traitor.

Instead of being clueless like now.

"I suggest that we set off now and head straight for this city to see if we can eliminate the cultists inside." Eric said directly.

No matter what these cultists want to do now, they cannot be allowed to succeed.

Now that we have discussed it, we have decided to do this.

Get ready and take action immediately.

Blake and other Night's Watchmen took the lead, after all, they had a certain resistance to the strange powers of invaders such as the evil god.

They were already around and soon passed through the city gate.

What caught the eye was the fire still burning in the distance and the ashes on the ground where the surrounding area had been burned down and almost nothing was left.

The city has basically become a ruin.

"Stay alert. Even though it's so quiet around here, we must be prepared for enemies hiding in the shadows and setting up ambushes." Anita said to the Paladin.

suddenly.

A breeze came.

The breeze brought with it a smell from far away.

As the smell penetrated everyone's nostrils, everyone immediately pinched their noses.

stink.

The stench of decay grew stronger and stronger, and unexpectedly, there was also a large amount of bloody smell gathering together.

"woo woo woo woo!"

The wind pressure swept towards the surroundings like a strong wind, but with those smells.

Even the dwarves couldn't stand it anymore.

Besides this, they could feel that a powerful force was beginning to spread.

"I don't know why, but if we don't hurry up, it might be too late." Popot said, looking ahead.

Blake led everyone through the ruins and flames quickly, heading straight for the center of the city.

"It's also possible that it's too late." The saint following behind murmured to herself, but her speed did not slow down.

The city of Vitra is not very big.

Not to mention that they were extremely fast and soon arrived at the center of the city.

The scene before them made them stand still for a moment.

The headless corpse with its skin peeled off was hung in the sky by bloody threads.

The blood from these corpses gathered downwards and dripped into a circular pool of blood.

The pool of blood was still bubbling, and heads with painful expressions on their faces floated up and sank one after another with the boiling blood.

On the other side was a pool of rotting flesh, filled with corpses and fetid pus.

But some of the corpses seemed to be still alive, with their mouths open and making silent roars. Their bodies were covered in rotten flesh and some were almost turning into skeletons.

They struggled on the edge, clinging to other pieces of rotting flesh and blood, trying to escape outside.

But they were obviously doing useless work, as there seemed to be a whirlpool under the rotten pool that was sucking them in tightly.

There were a large number of vampires around, and some cultists dressed as tailors were kneeling beside two pools of blood, as if they were praying and singing.

Faced with their arrival, these cultists and zombies did not even attack, but stayed where they were.

"Attack! Stop this evil ritual!" Blake roared loudly, and a large amount of holy light gathered on his blade.

The saint was not to be outdone.

"Holy Fire, descend like a pillar! Purge this world of evil!"

As she chanted, a large amount of holy light gathered, and a brilliant column of holy light fell from the sky like a pillar of fire.

"boom!"

A fat figure that seemed to be a mixture of dark gray, white, black and dark green emerged.

In his hand, he held a giant scepter constructed from countless rotten limbs.

His face and limbs were covered with large patches of strange scales. He looked like a human, but completely different.

The holy fire from heaven was received by him in his flesh.

The sacred flame burned his body, leaving a huge dent on the back of his body, which seemed to be about to penetrate his body.

"The joy of life is to feel alive. It's wonderful." Despite suffering such a devastating blow, the strange figure looking back did not feel any pain at all, and even enjoyed it.

A large number of white maggots emerged from his wound, blocking it as if they were weaving.

Blake and others have already attacked the blood pool on the other side.

Especially the group of dwarves, their eyes widened and they were burning with anger.

As warriors they felt the rage, and that rage turned into strength.

They knew the bloody taste and rituals like that very well.

That group of demon believers who believed in the [Lord of the Bone Skull] almost caused them to disappear from this world.

"boom!"

A figure fell from the sky and landed directly in front of them.

The smoke cleared.

Before them appeared a massive figure, at least four or five meters tall. Its skin was a dark red, and it wore armor that looked like it had endured countless battles, covered in battle scars and damage.

This huge figure has a human-shaped body with massive muscles all over his body, like a monster made up of a mass of muscles.

His head was a bull's head like that of an evil spirit, with pitch-black horns spiraling upwards, and his eyes seemed to be burning with a flame that would never go out.

He held a huge two-handed battle axe in his hands.

A deep sound came from his voice.

"I sense the anger and fighting spirit in your hearts. Come! Let's fight.

Humans, and you, the long-lost dwarves!"

"call out!"

With a sound of breaking through the air, an arrow shot from above at an extremely fast speed towards the cultists who were performing the ceremony.

The chosen target was a cultist who clearly looked like a leader, who was currently performing a ritual, motionless.

"Crack!"

A huge blood-red palm blocked the attack with its palm, grasped it tightly in its hand, and crushed it into pieces.

"Shameful sneak attack, useless trash!"

The bloody minotaur roared angrily.

He lunged forward and delivered a powerful punch.

It hit George who jumped down from mid-air at an extremely fast speed.

"Shield!" Popot stretched out his hand in time.

A layer of magic shield was put on George's body, but the punch hit him hard and the shield was shattered into pieces in an instant.

The fist hit George's body, knocking him hard into the ground.

"The annoying fly is dead. Now, you guys, come and fight!"

The bloody minotaur roared and suddenly plunged into the ground, opening it up. Two huge rocks flew directly towards Blake and the others.

On the other side, the enemy withstood the attack of the Holy Fire.

A large ball of green juice was thrown over by the fat green figure.

It smashed down towards where the saint was.

"Ha! Don't even think about it!" Anita, the guardian knight of the saint, had a shield made of holy light in her hand, and she charged towards the ball of juice.

A large amount of shield condensed from holy light collided with the juice, resulting in an energy collision.

The enemy's attack evaporated.

Several holy light magic bullets made of flames flew out again.

It hit the enemy directly, who barely dodged, and once again created two dents on his body.

"That's right, feel the vitality of life." The more the enemy was attacked, the louder it screamed.

The fat figure rushed over like a meat ball, waving the disgusting huge scepter in his hand violently, and a large amount of juice was spilled out again.

"Roar!"

Roars rose one after another, and the Night's Watch warriors roared, blessing their companions around them.

Ryan rushed forward, accumulating strength in the sword in his hand, and slashed the enemy's thigh with one sword.

The sword blade directly penetrated into the disgusting green flesh legs, and a huge wound appeared.

What followed was a large amount of foul-smelling pus and juice, and more white worms appeared around the wound, trying to repair it.

Seeing this, Ni Lien wanted to continue attacking.

The wooden stick passed by him and hit him hard, sending him flying and crashing into the ruins of a burned building next to him.

Seeing this scene, the saint instinctively looked at Ryan who was knocked away.

"Be careful, Your Majesty the Saint." Kecha rushed in front of the Saint.

With a block, he blocked a deadly green spear-like attack.

“Our attacks weren’t powerful enough, and only yours seemed to be able to damage him.

Just attack as much as you want, and we will take care of the rest."

As Kecha said this, he led the Night Watchmen here to delay the enemy.

Use blocking to help the Saint block the attack.

Several halflings were wearing ropes, which they put on the fat green figure through the shadows, trying to stop his actions.

"Why stop me? Feel life and embrace my father." The sturdy figure said as he dragged the rope and pulled it hard.

A halfling was pulled to the ground.

"boom!"

There was another loud bang, and the enemy took the opportunity to slap the halfling completely under his palm.

The saint used the holy fire to attack and watched another night watchman "die".

"Evil creature, get out of this world!"

A large amount of holy fire, like fire bombs, hit the enemy, burning one pit after another on the enemy's body.

The enemy undoubtedly possesses evil power, and the holy light has a great impact on it, but the enemy does not take this damage to heart at all.

Even though his body was covered in wounds, it was too late for the maggots to repair them.

the other side.

The bloody minotaur and Black and his men fought in a group, and the dwarves kept attacking from all angles.

However, due to the height, almost all attacks are aimed at the enemy's lower body.

"That's it, fight, kill!"

The bloody minotaur roared madly and swept the battle axe in his hand fiercely.

The two dwarves were hit directly and chopped away, spilling a lot of blood.

But even with such an attack, it is impossible to reduce the health of the two dwarves to nothing at once.

There was anger burning in their eyes, and all kinds of attacks hit the bloody minotaur.

Finding the right opportunity, Blake jumped from the side and stabbed the sword wrapped in holy light into it completely.

The holy light struck violently and pierced through directly.

His blood didn't even have time to spray before it was evaporated by the strong holy light.

"That's it, fight! Let me chop off your head!"

The bloody minotaur roared loudly, turned around and punched Blake.

He just blocked the attack and took it head on.

It was blocked abruptly, and the strange feeling of the blow made the Minotaur stunned for a moment.

Blake stretched out his hand and took the opportunity to cut off one of the minotaur's fingers.

"The Apostle of our God has arrived!"

There was no movement at first, but at this moment the cultists, who seemed to be performing a ritual, all roared out in unison, their voices as uniform as if they were one person.

Such a commotion naturally attracted other people who were fighting.

The evil power radiated in waves, and everyone could feel it. Those who were already able to use magic felt their every pore tremble at the evil power.

The pool of blood and the pool of decay boiled even more violently.

"Squeak." A sharp blood-colored claw stretched out from the pool of blood, grabbed the edge, and made a sharp scratching sound.

"Snap." A rotten arm with bones still visible stretched out from the pool of decay and supported itself on the edge.

With the sound of clattering.

The smell of blood and the stench of stench intertwined and filled the air, assaulting everyone's sense of smell. If it weren't for the current battle, which blocked their senses to a certain extent, the stench would be enough to make them nauseous at this moment.

The figure in the blood pool crawled out completely with a sharp sound.

It has a slender body, and looks like a strange creature made up of skeletons.

It has a human-like body, but a triangular head, with three pairs of claws of different lengths extending from its shoulders, abdomen and back.

Beneath him were two pairs of strange legs, supporting his body like a spider.

His entire body was made of blood, as if he were a monster made of blood, yet he still had no physical form.

The rotten pool on the other side looked the same.

However, what came out was a monster made of pus and rotten flesh, like a ball of flesh.

The monster floated in the air, with a dozen hands of varying lengths stretched out beside it.

"Offer the most perfect sacrifice!"

The cultists roared loudly, and two shattered gems, shining with light, entered the bodies of two different monsters.

Blake and his men wanted to stop it, but they were unable to move at all. It was impossible for them to break through the enemy's defense under such circumstances.

The bloody minotaur and the sturdy apostle of decay stood in front of them, preventing them from doing anything.

I could only watch helplessly as these two monsters gathered their bodies.

"Uh." A dwarf groaned after being hit and looked at his chest.

A sharp nail as thin as a blade pierced his chest.

The attacking monster was the slender blood-red claw demon that had just taken shape.

He was extremely fast and appeared in front of him in an instant.

"Dwarf, ah, miss."

After saying that, he swung the dwarf with a pierced chest and threw him out.

A green smell of decay instantly filled the entire square.

With screams, pus-filled sores appeared on everyone's face.

The one that spewed out the poisonous gas was the spherical multi-armed monster that had just taken shape.

"boom!"

The two bloody demons launched an attack, and with such powerful force, they wreaked havoc among the dwarves in an instant.

Blake barely blocked the attack, and then a sharp attack cut through his abdomen, and a large amount of blood spurted out.

The bloody bull head punched him hard and sent him flying.

The pervasive stench targeted the saint who was trying to continue the attack, causing pustules to appear on her face and arms.

She felt dizzy and her whole spirit began to fade.

A large amount of holy light gathered on his body, like a burning golden flame.

However, this only prevented the plague from spreading further.

In an instant, their lives were in danger.

"It seems that we are not too late."

(End of this chapter)