It is also the devil from hell in myths and legends!

Terrifying, powerful, weird, and bloodthirsty!

In ancient times, only the Martial Gods and Martial Saints could resist!

Nowadays, apart from the Martial Gods and Martial Saints, only the regular armies of great powers can resist by relying on firepower coverage and saturation attacks.

Firepower with a caliber smaller than 120MM is almost like scratching an itch for them.

Even for a 120MM caliber artillery, you still need to choose the correct ammunition.

For example, incendiary bombs and thermite bombs.

Moreover, one is not enough.

It takes at least the firepower of an artillery regiment to repel a monster of this level!

In fact, a single artillery regiment is actually useless.

That's almost like dying.

Judging from Rakshasa's experience, if you want to deal with this level of terrifying monsters.

The air force must strike first!

No matter whether it is throwing iron bombs or launching precision guided munitions.

Anyway, let's start with a bomber group.

Then use fighter jets to straf.

Only when you are disabled can you join the Army. If you join the Army too early, it will only be a one-sided massacre!

S-class and even super-S-class monsters already have all kinds of incredible abilities.

Just like now, hundreds of meters apart.

As an A-level martial artist, Erhard was controlled by the opponent's 'magic'.

…

Click! Click!

The sound of heavy footsteps came from under the tree.

Erhard had been frozen to the frost and his whole body was stiff.

His martial arts energy and blood were completely blocked.

He finally knew how the martial arts masters in D3 died.

He tried his best to look at the dark shadow under the tree.

It was a humanoid monster, and its whole body exuded the stench of decay.

There seems to be a crown on His head.

The crown and scalp grow together, and white bones can be seen in some places.

He also raised his 'head' and looked at Erhard.

The bloody face seemed to have dozens of bugs squirming in the flesh.

The festering flesh looked like melted asphalt, and seemed ready to fall off at any time.

There isn't even a single maggot in the flesh.

Under the flesh and blood, things squirmed, trying to get out from time to time.

There is a hole in the eye socket.

The white teeth were neatly exposed.

Densely packed, like the mouthparts of a hagfish in the ocean.

The body under the neck was covered by a tattered robe.

But it can be imagined that the flesh under the robe must be the same as the face.

The monster just looked at Erhard.

Just when Erhard thought he was dead.

The flesh and blood on the monster's face, the festering flesh and blood like melted asphalt, suddenly opened up!

Just like a peacock opening its tail!

In an instant, dozens of dark red long snakes appeared in Erhard's eyes.

These long snakes protrude from both sides of the monster's face, and organs like eyes grow out of the snake's head.

"Sclavus!"

A low roar, accompanied by a weird moan.

"Rex!"

There was another low roar.

The monster opened its mouth, and behind the densely packed mouthparts was a white mouth filled with various spores and fungi!

He spit out a spore at Erhard.

Erhard watched helplessly as the spores were spat onto him.

Then it penetrates through your own skin, into your flesh and blood, and into your organs.

Along with a burst of heartbreaking pain, Erhard found that he had lost control of his body.

He became a zombie!

He watched helplessly as he raised his hand, took off the thermal imager from his eye socket, and dropped the javelin on his back.

Finally, jump down from the tree and jump to the monster.

The monster stretched out his hand and handed something over.

Erhard looked at the thing.

That's a rotten heart full of maggots!

"edere!" It was still the low roar.

Erhard finally remembered at this time.

That roar is an ancient language.

Sclavus is a slave, Rex is a king, king, and edere is an eater...

This is ancient Roman!

slave?

king?

Erhard suddenly remembered.

The elders of his tribe once told him a legend that thousands of years ago, the tribe was not in the Sahara, but nomadic in the Middle East.

Later, because of Saladin, I came to the Sahara.

So...what exactly is this monster?

Erhard looked at the crown on his head that had grown together with his scalp, the face that had festered and melted, and the teeth that looked like the mouthparts of a hagfish.

He couldn't help but shudder.

His body was holding the rotten, maggot-infested heart uncontrollably, chewing it with big mouthfuls!

With every bite he took, Erhard felt as if his mind was becoming numb.

The spores that are already in his body are growing as he eats them.

He was extremely scared, but he couldn't stop it or control himself. He could only watch helplessly.

It's like the soul has been separated from the body.

It was also at this time that Erhard suddenly remembered. He knew where the heart he was eating came from.

The heart of that monster just now!

…

The night is getting darker.

The Master of Tongtian Cult carved the last talisman, then took two steps back and checked it again.

This simple formation is the most commonly used by monks in the ancient times.

It is usually placed outside the retreat to prevent others from invading.

It is usually used as an early warning, and it is not expected that this simple formation can stop people.

But, in this world, that is not the case.
To be continued...