Chapter 694: Become part of the natural disaster

Glory belongs to my Lord!

As the spokesperson of God in the world, the interpreter of the oracle, the singer of the holy sound, and the sword-wielder of the sword of punishment, Anthony's every move represents Ang.

However, this spokesperson's strength is a bit outrageous. He is a god himself. Using a god as his spokesperson, only Ang has this kind of style.

Therefore, Ang is the foundation that carries all souls. Anthony only represents Ang to perform this King's Arrival and Undead Natural Disaster.

That's right, this is essentially the King's Arrival of the Golden Skeleton. The long string that Anthony recited was mainly to pretend, to make the whole process more solemn and sacred, and produce a stronger spiritual shock. After pretending, the last sentence released the natural disaster.

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If you say it's useful, it really has no use for the whole King's Arrival. If you say it's useless, it can really bluff many people and has immeasurable effect on the spread of faith.

Look at the expression in the human female slave's eyes, and you will know.

It's just that Anthony still underestimated the amount of bones and souls accumulated over 100,000 years. It was terrifying. Both Undead Gods were pressed down.

Next to the Blood Pool Demon Palace is the blood pool for sacrifice, and next to the blood pool is a deep ditch, or a deep ditch that used to be. At this moment, this huge deep ditch has been almost filled with dry, tough, or fresh corpses.

Humans or elves were dragged to the side of the blood pool crying and howling, their throats cut to drain blood. After the blood was drained, they were pushed into the slide, and the corpses slid into the deep ditch. Because of the stacking of corpses, demons called this place the Corpse River.

Two demon executioners cooperated familiarly, dealing with slaves one by one like killing chickens, chatting idly: "I heard that the Corpse River has been here for more than 100,000 years. I don't know how many corpses have been filled."

"Can't you calculate? Once every five years, one million each time, ten million in fifty years, twenty million in one hundred years, two hundred million in one thousand years, how much in ten thousand years?" The other demon calculated here and couldn't calculate anymore. His calculation ability is considered good among demons, but this value still exceeded his cognition. He didn't know the unit after ten thousand.

Picking up the slave in his hand, the demon asked: "How much in ten thousand years?"

The slave replied excitedly: "Two billion, two billion in ten thousand years, don't kill me, Lord, don't kill me, I can calculate, I am useful, I can calculate, don't kill me."

The demon nodded: "I won't kill you." Then he put him down.

The slave kowtowed excitedly: "Thank you, Lord, thank you, Lord..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt his neck cool, and he could clearly see blood arrows spraying several meters away from his neck, just staring at the blood arrows frantically, and finally his eyes went black.

The demon picked up the corpse, turned it over and shook it, shook the blood dry, and threw it into the slide, saying at the same time: "It's not me using the knife, I'm just a porter."

The other demon using the knife asked puzzledly: "Are the slaves who can calculate also sacrificed? It's very wasteful. Those masters have long been accustomed to being served by slaves. If they are all sacrificed, how will they go out? Walking?"

"Ghost knows what the Monarch is thinking. The dozen slaves in my house were also handed over. Marshal Big Head just asked a sentence and was executed by the Lord. Now no one dares to ask anymore." The demon complained.

"Forget it, forget it, don't talk about this. Let's talk about this Corpse River. You also said that this Corpse River has a history of more than 100,000 years. Normally, the corpses of more than 100,000 years would have turned into flying ash long ago. How could it be filled?" The demon using the knife asked.

"This is unknown. Anyway, since the time of my ancestor's ancestor's ancestor... the height of the Corpse River has been increasing. It is said that there is a kind of black mist inside, protecting these corpses. The monarchs of all generations have to send people down to clear the mist, otherwise, if the time is long, those mists will make the corpses move... move... move..."

"Move what?"

"Move... moved, moved." The demon pointed to the Corpse River. Only to see the slave who had just had his throat cut, at this moment, was rolling his eyes, struggling to climb up from the Corpse River. Behind him, more corpses were continuously climbing out of the Corpse River.

The Earth Holy Hammer is simply born to restrain Earth Demons. Only to see Jilardo pick with his fingers, and countless sharp thorns shot out from the ground, stabbing at the Little Angel in the air.

This kind of earth thorn is a very difficult attack in Jilardo's hands. Even if it doesn't hit the target, it will explode when approaching the target, and broken stones will cover a large area. You must move in a large range to avoid it. In this way, the consumption will be huge.

But the Little Angel swung the hammer and smashed it on the Earth Thorn, not only shattering the thorns under the hammer, but also exploding a wave of shocks, shattering the thorns behind into powder, and at the same time destroying the structure of earth elements, making them unable to explode.

Swinging the hammer, the Little Angel rushed over like this, and the hammer smashed towards Jilardo.

Jilardo didn't show weakness and met with a punch. The ground he stood on cracked, and his feet were embedded in the earth and connected together.

Earth power is not a very pure Lava Demon. The Earth Monuments after their death can be indestructible. Jilardo and the earth are connected together, and it is also indestructible...

The Earth Holy Hammer swung onto Jilardo's fist, and he was swung away...

Seeing this, Negris knew that the Little Angel couldn't lose. A six-winged Great Angel is an existence comparable to a god, and her combat power might be stronger than non-combat gods like Libra Redemption. The only weakness is that she has no divine skills, but she has Ang covering her.

And Jilardo is just a Demon King. Although he is a combat-type demon, he is restrained by the Earth Holy Hammer, so he is doomed to lose.

Turning to look at Ang, only to see the two Undead Gods beside him had stood up straight, and the soul flames on their bodies soared into the sky.

"How about it? Did you hold it?" Negris asked.

Ang shook his head: "Too many, reduce."

He could sense too many 'lines', densely packed, almost pressing the two Undead Gods down, so he could only temporarily give up a part.

And he also sensed a large amount of soul energy, which was continuously pouring towards him through these lines. In other words, Ang's current King's Arrival not only doesn't consume his energy, but brings him energy.

Negris clicked his tongue: "You can't even carry two Undead Godheads. How many people did they sacrifice?"

After a pause, it asked again: "However, King's Arrival only summons ordinary corpses. There are demons everywhere here, and it is difficult to cause damage to them. Can it be useful?"

Anthony said: "No, no, this is not ordinary King's Arrival, but Undead Natural Disaster. The Lord uses King's Arrival to give corpses the ability to act, and I use the Lord's power to give corpses the ability of natural disaster. Haven't you seen Undead Natural Disaster?"

Negris shook his head. When it saw undead creatures all over the mountains and plains, it would fly to the sky for the first time. Where would it have the opportunity to see it?

"Undead Natural Disaster, rot, plague, infection, these are basic. The Lord's ability can also give natural disaster more changes. However, first of all, don't be scratched by the corpses, otherwise you will soon become a rotten corpse and become part of the natural disaster," Anthony said.

Two executioner demons were soon pounced on by corpses. They slapped away one or two corpses, but were still scratched by more corpses in places with thin skin. Very quickly, they found that the wounds were gray and oozing, and gradually spread.

"Not good, it's a plague! Quick, quick, disperse it!" The demon was terrified. He tightened his arm, the wound petrified immediately, and he picked up a knife to cut off the wound part, temporarily relieving the spread of the wound.

Looking at the continuously climbing corpses in the Corpse River, the demon no longer had the ease at the beginning. If the corpses in the Corpse River all climbed up, it would be enough to drown the entire Blood Pool Demon Palace. ===== CHAPTER 695 =====