O'Calen frowned slightly, his eyes flashed with murderous intent.
"Awkward?" A hint of disgust appeared on his face, and he sneered, ": Has the Tatar tribe actually fallen to this level?"
The Gaosuo tribe's attitude towards inferior species is the most harshest in the entire plain. In the Gaosuo tribe, once the inferior species are found to speak out, they will be killed immediately and will not give them a chance to grow up.
The reason is also very simple. The inferior species are difficult to become blood warriors, but they are easily contaminated by the god of disaster and become evil and evil people.
Just like the evil king who was killed, he was just a bad person at first. Although he was not immediately killed after birth, he was also regarded as a shame to the tribe. He grew up in that environment and was full of hatred against the ghost clan.
Therefore, after being polluted by the God of Disaster, Dimos acquired extraordinary power, he immediately avenged his tribe and killed almost all the tribe members, including some inferior species with the same situation as his.
"Get out of here! The inferior one."
A trace of ferociousness appeared on Okaren's face, and he directly stretched out his palm with the power of qi and blood, and grabbed Enzo's head.
"The shame of the war ghost clan should not appear in this world at all!"
In place, Enzo had no expression on his face.
He was unwilling to waste time with O'Calen again, so he thought in his heart, and the shadow turned into a fog-like shadow assassin, appearing directly behind O'Calen.
brush!
The shadow assassin waved the dagger from behind Okaren, and a blood line suddenly appeared on his neck, and then blood gushed out.
"Well……"
Okaren's face changed, his voice squeezed out of his throat, and he couldn't help but reach out to touch his neck, but the wound became bigger and bigger, and it was ultimately difficult to suppress it.
Bang!
Blood gushed out of his throat, Okaren's body fell to the ground, and the luster in his eyes gradually disappeared. As a second-level life form, the fury warrior, who had not even exerted his strength at all, was already dead.
"Mr. Okaren!"
"leader?"
Behind, the exclamations of the Gaosuo blood warriors came, and several red-textured warriors roared angrily, and then burst out with blood and blood at the same time, jumped down from the ruins of Rock City, and rushed towards Enzo.
However, before they could get closer.
Within ten meters, shadows spread like a tide. Immediately afterwards, shadows entangled the blood warriors of the Gaosuo tribe, and bound them to their original place like a black python.
"Evil...evil and strange!!"
Around them, in addition to the Tatar tribe, some other small tribes exclaimed and involuntarily retreated.
With the Tatar tribe as the center, an empty space appears, and the strange means that can control shadows obviously represent the identity of the evil one.
In place, Enzo waved his hand.
He lifted the constraints of the blood warriors of the Gaosuo tribe, and did not cause too much killing, and his eyes were indifferent to glance ahead.
The blood warriors of the Gaosuo tribe took a few steps back. After seeing Enzo's methods, even the blood warriors who were not afraid of death did not dare to take action rashly.
"let's go."
Then, Enzo spoke indifferently, then turned around and prepared to leave the Gaosuo tribe. Drogo hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and led the tribe members to follow him.
Around them, other tribes made way.
The behavior of the Tatar tribe has confirmed the fact that it colluded with the evil ones, but due to Enzo's existence, the blood warriors from other tribes dare not act rashly.
In this way, the Tatar tribe left.
It was not until Enzo and others disappeared into the depths of the plain that the Gaosuo tribe breathed a sigh of relief. The red-text warriors looked at each other speechlessly, and finally an older red-text warrior stood up.
"Let's restrain Okaren's body be restrained first."
The elderly red warrior had wrinkles on his face, a naked dark chest, and a string of animal bone beads hanging around his neck. The luster of thought flashed in his muddy eyes.
Ramam, the oldest man in the Gosso tribe!
He is over 100 years old, even as a red warrior, he has lost his combat ability and his qi and blood power has declined, and he is even worse than ordinary blood warriors. However, he still has his own prestige in the Gaosuo tribe.
Several red-textured warriors stepped forward and lifted Okaren's body up.
"What should we do? Grandpa Ramam?"
Next to him, a young red-textured warrior hesitated and asked, "What happened today was like a catastrophe for the Gaosuo tribe, and the fall of Chief Okaren was even more shocking."
In place, Ramam's eyes flashed.
After a while, he took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, ": Maintain the order of the tribe first and stabilize the emotions of the tribe."
"As for the future, prepare for a sacrifice!"
The Gaosuo people around were shocked. For the War Ghost Clan, the object of sacrifice was naturally the God of Blood Killing. Under normal circumstances, the War Ghost Clan tribe will only hold sacrifices during the harvest season.
The Gosso people fell into silence one after another.
The sacrifice to the God of Blood Killing in the Black Mist Season is something that has never happened in the history of the Gaosuo tribe. When the God of Blood Killing is weak, it will inevitably cost more to get a response from the god.
Blood Fighting Sacrifice is essential.
This means that the Gaosuo tribe will lose some blood warriors, even... higher-level red warriors!
"Go down and prepare!"
After a while, Ramam sighed and said, "This is nothing to do. The world has undergone drastic changes. If the Gaosuo tribe wants to get protection in this disaster, they can only seek guidance from the great blood-killing god!"
...
Meanwhile, the Tatar tribe.
Under Enzo's leadership, the members of the Tatar tribe returned to the tribe. At this time, the Black Fog Season was not over yet, but the fog that symbolized the authority of the God of Disaster had completely disappeared.
“What the hell… happened?”
Back in the Tatar tribe, Drogo couldn't help but ask for a second question. Enzo hesitated for a while and was about to think about how to reply, but at this moment, his face suddenly changed.
"Enzo! What's wrong with you?!"
Drogo exclaimed, unable to help but take a step back, looking at Enzo, but saw ferocious and twisted tentacles on the other party's chest, as if they were about to tear the flesh and blood and break out of their body.
Enzo gritted his teeth as he was in place.
All the magic power in his body was working. Enzo took out several potions one after another. The tentacles on his chest seemed to be stimulated and twisted wildly, but soon calmed down.
“I need a break.”
After a while, Enzo spoke lightly and directly issued the order to expel guests. Drogo hesitated for a moment and nodded and left the stone house.
"The God of Disaster..."
In place, Enzo murmured to himself, his eyes flashing with luster. After using the disaster crow Zofi to devour the power of the God of Disaster, this method is equivalent to a special seal.
However, this seal is not firm!
After all, the God of Disaster is a fourth-level life form. Both Enzo and the Jaw of Disaster Zofi are still at the level of the third-level life form. Even if the God of Disaster is forcibly sealed in the body, it is difficult to completely suppress it.
Just like the previous few riots.
The God of Disaster is unwilling to be sealed and is always trying to break through the body of the Crow of Disaster. Enzo must constantly release his magic power to strengthen the seal.
"It's not a solution to continue like this."
In place, Enzo shook his head and took a deep breath. The disaster crow was sealed inside his body, just like a time bomb that could explode at any time, bringing great hidden dangers to himself.
"Cycle, can the chips eliminate the influence of the God of Disaster little by little through magic, so that he can completely become part of the Crow of Disaster?" Enzo asked.
After devouring the God of Disaster, the two have been integrated into one, but because the God of Disaster is more powerful in life, even if he is a passively devoured party, he may seize dominance at any time.
If that happens, the Crow of Disaster will disappear completely, Zophy's will will be suppressed and becomes part of the God of Disaster.
"In data simulation..."
"After the calculation is completed, the subject is suppressed by magic power, which can completely digest the power of the God of Disaster. The time required is about 217 years!"
The sound of chips came from my mind.
Enzo's eyes lit up, but as time came later, he frowned and the luster in his eyes disappeared.
"If it would take two hundred years to assist Zophy in absorbing the power of the God of Disaster?" Enzo frowned.
Then, he shook his head.
"It's been too long, I don't have so much time."
It is too forced for Enzo to use a third-level wizard to digest the power of the fourth-level gods. It can only consume magic power and take two hundred years to waste it.
This is obviously an unrealistic thing for Enzo.
First, with Enzo's current state, if you want to be promoted to a fourth-level wizard, you must conquer the world of war ghosts. Although the blood-killing god Sayanu was defeated, he did not die and might appear again at any time. Enzo had no time to digest the god of disasters a little bit.
Second, in the process of digesting the God of Disaster through magic, accidents may occur at any time. If there is a slight mistake, the God of Disaster may break through the seal, thus posing a threat to Enzo.
"Only other ways can be considered."
Enzo shook his head, and while consuming his magic power to suppress the God of Disaster, he tried to communicate with the Crow of Disaster.
Suddenly, Enzo's heart moved.
There seemed to be a flash of lightning in my mind, and a bold thought appeared. Enzo's eyes flashed constantly, and his thoughts changed.
"If that's the case, maybe it's a solution."
Enzo muttered to himself and whispered.
"However, this method takes a lot of risks."
“But even if you don’t do this…”
In place, Enzo's face was extremely twisted, and the plan that appeared in his heart was difficult to make a decision. He reason told him that he should implement the plan, but he was emotionally entangled.
Finally, Enzo took a deep breath.
Perhaps it was because of the reason of being a wizard that defeated emotions, or the situation in front of him, that there were no more choices, Enzo's eyes gradually became firmer.
"Chip, search for information about [Soul Seal] and [Reincarnation Art]!"
Enzo commanded in his heart.
The two kinds of witchcraft he searched for were not simple magic, but some knowledge of designing souls and reincarnation, which belong to experimental theories that only advanced wizards can touch.
After a moment, the chip search was completed.
In front of Enzo, a large amount of data and information appeared, as well as some experimental cases, the luster in his eyes flashed slightly, and his thoughts changed.
"Zophie, what do you think?"
Enzo murmured to himself, using his mental power to communicate with the disaster crow in his body. After getting the other party's recognition, he made a decision in his heart.
...
Multiverse, Forest Spirit World.
On the plain with tombstones, there were traces of witchcraft raging everywhere, and the burning flames made crackling sounds, and the surroundings were filled with red.
Rumble!
In the distance, it turned out to be a sound of distance. On the earth, the Titan bone giant, which was a hundred meters tall, collapsed, and the core energy furnace at its chest was broken, causing each bone to turn into pieces.
In the air, Mitchell stood in the air.
Behind him, a pair of light wings trembled, and golden runes flashed on his forehead. At this time, Mitchell was like a fighting angel, holding a silver wand in his left hand, and a spear in his right hand.
On the earth, the Titan Bone Giant has fallen.
On the ruins where broken bones gathered, the Purgatory Bone Dragon let out a low roar, and half of its bone wings were smashed by witchcraft and lost its ability to fly.
"It's almost over."
Next to Mitchell, Gustav sat cross-legged, underneath him was a smaller cloud mist, and his fat body exuded a hint of cuteness.
"Yes, it's almost over."
Mitchell shrugged, a lazy smile appeared on his face. After an hour of battle, the Titan Bone Giant had been completely destroyed, and the Purgatory Bone Dragon was also in a severe state of injury.
On the other side, the battle is coming to an end.
On the bumpy earth, the scorching flames formed a sealing magic, and Closno, who turned into a lich, was trapped in it and could not escape.
Not far away, Christina's red hair was flying.
The witch had a wanton smile on her face and a vengeful luster flashing in her eyes. She waved her wand and threw out fireballs, hitting the Lich Closno in the flame seal.
"Damn crazy woman!"
Closno let out a low roar, the giant sword burning with blue flames swung forward, and the cold frozen the flying fireball, but the next moment, his feet were grabbed by palms.
"Illusion! Everything is illusion!"
Closno roared in his heart, but his feet turned into a swamp, and his body sank uncontrollably.
Around, clusters of clay rose.
Like a sticky liquid foam, heads transformed into the swamp, and the face of each head made Closno feel familiar.
"Treacher! Go and die!"
"Closno! You trash!"
"Why kill me?"
Chapter completed!