The Sinful Blood Witch in Another World

Deep in the forest...

Momo kept swinging his swords. He seemed like the god of death crawling out of hell, constantly reaping lives. In this huge open space, a large number of cultists swarmed in, and all kinds of indescribable monsters rushed towards him.

His target was the altar not far away. The blood inside the altar was boiling and he could faintly hear distorted roars coming from it.

"Well done!"

Momo leaped up from the platform with his left leg, and the moment he landed, he stomped the ground hard. A huge gust of wind gushed out from under his feet, and the monsters facing him were blown away by the wind pressure.

But he did not stop, instead of retreating, he advanced, his figure quickly shuttled through the crowd, the two huge swords in his hands were like playthings and feathers, without any weight. He swung and chopped at the crowd quickly,

All everyone could see were countless black knife lights and flying pieces of flesh and limbs.

Rather than being a crusade against a cult, it was more like a one-sided massacre. No matter how many people went there, they could not stop this meat grinder even a little bit.

The cultists who were originally twisted and crazy stopped one after another. They were crazy, but they were not really fearless of death.

The black knight in front of them was so terrifying. They could easily kill the witcher, but now they became the hunted.

Moreover, as they were delayed, the formations around them were completely destroyed, which made them even more frightened.

“I’m tired of playing…”

After clearing a space, Momo shook his head and crossed the two giant swords in front of his chest to gather strength. A large amount of black gas appeared out of thin air on both sides of the giant swords, and these strange gases penetrated into the sword body like crazy.

"Naraku!"

As the martial arts were activated, the two giant swords were swung out quickly, and a large amount of black and red sword energy gushed out. The monsters blocking the front were torn into pieces in an instant, and a bloody path was opened up!

The black-robed man standing at the core of the altar clenched his fists. He quickly realized that this was not a native ability, but a martial art passed down from another distant land. He roared:

"Damn it!! I never thought I'd meet a wanderer from a foreign country, but your power can't defeat us, the Lord God!"

After he finished speaking, he took out a black scroll from his black robe, spread out the scroll and quickly recited obscure runes. Finally, he took out a dagger and slit his own stomach, then leaned back and fell into the summoning altar.

"Wake up, my Lord!!!"

With a final roar, the man in black robe plunged into the pool of blood behind him.

“Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle!!!”

The blood pool was completely boiling at this moment, and countless scarlet and corrupt tentacles poured out from the altar. These tentacles seemed to pierce through the cultists and drag them all into the blood pool.

Instead of being afraid, these cultists opened their arms and laughed wildly.

"The master we've been waiting for has come to take us, and we will finally have eternal life!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Looking at these twisted and crazy cultists, Momo clicked his tongue and cut off the tentacles rushing towards him one after another. Even though these tentacles rushed towards him from all directions, they could not touch him at all.

And what greeted them was only a cold and sharp blade.

Perhaps knowing they couldn't devour the man in front of them, the tentacles quickly shifted their targets to the surrounding cultists.

"Is there a formation that has not been destroyed in advance?!"

Momo immediately understood the reason. If the formation was destroyed, then even if the cultists sacrificed themselves they would not be able to summon these tentacles. At best they would be a half-useless demon god.

But as long as one formation is not destroyed, the opponent will have the opportunity to come to this world.

It didn't take long for these teams to finally arrive. When they reached the final battlefield, they all gasped. There were fifty or sixty corpses on the ground. Even if they were all zombies, they couldn't be killed so easily.

There wasn't even a scratch on the black knight's armor, which showed how powerful he was.

Momo turned his head to look at the assembled demon hunters and asked, "It seems that there is a magic circle there that has not been destroyed. The followers brewing in this altar are about to come out. Hurry up and form a formation and prepare to fight the enemy!"

After hearing Momo's words, the captains looked at each other and smiled knowingly, knowing that the princess must have died there.

"Blood Rose, follow me and form a formation on the west side!"

"East of the Silver Dragon!"

"Hold the iron shield in front of Mr. Momo!"

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Everyone surrounded the altar, and each captain divided the area for setting up the formation. No matter where the follower came out from, he would be besieged immediately.

The altar was silent for a long time, but as time went on, the people around became more nervous.

The faster the followers come out, the easier it is to kill them. If they remain silent for a long time and do not come out, the physical body they come into this world will become more perfect, and the power of their followers will become more terrifying.

"Gululu!!!"

In this deadly silent atmosphere, there was finally movement in the blood pool. Bubbles kept coming out until it seemed to overflow from the altar. Then a large amount of blood splashed out, and the entire blood pool was completely boiling at this moment.

"Everyone on alert, ready to enter..."

Before the captain could finish his words, a skeleton machete that was bigger than a human flew out of the pool of blood and split him and the witcher behind him into two halves.

"Roar!!!"

A huge blood-red figure leaped out of the blood pool and landed heavily next to the huge machete. The blood foam of the huge figure quickly dissipated, and everyone could see the other party's appearance clearly.

It was a pig-headed monster as fat as a mountain of meat, with rotten flesh all over its body. Its pair of blood-red, ferocious eyes kept scanning the Zhou people, and its twisted pig face let out an angry roar, and a powerful sense of oppression burst out.

Under such powerful oppression, the demon hunters actually forgot to fight back.

"Crack!"

Before the pig-headed monster could make a move, Momo used his giant sword to cut a huge hole in its abdomen, and a large amount of twisted internal organs and blood flowed out.

The strong fishy and rotten smell rushed into everyone's nose, making them gag.

The next scene made them vomit out their leftover food.

The rotten meat mountain actually reached its fat hand into the wound, pulled out the internal organs, and threw them on the ground as if they were garbage. It then turned around and started to eat the corpses in front of it. Several witchers who had no time to escape were sent into the bloody mouth together.

“Hmph hmph hmph!!!”

The pig-headed monster ate very quickly. The wound that was still bleeding was now healed. Its fat body was also growing rapidly, and the oppressive feeling emanating from it became more intense.

Momo didn't rush to attack, but watched the other party eat with interest: "The sin of gluttony? Only monsters like this deserve to be hunted!!"