Don't call me evil god

A hard battle, dying and living again, living and dying again.

Blood flowed all over the floor of the Creation Altar, and corpses were strewn all over the ground. It was not enough to describe the brutality of this battle.

Because the believers who died after being killed did not leave whole corpses, they were basically beaten and cut to death by the ferocious tentacles on the altar, or were forcibly put into various negative states by the messenger and detonated with [Disaster Carnival] Instant kill.

What's even more terrible is that the body that was just reshaped from the altar of creation...well...that's really the most primitive body.

This is probably the price you have to pay for having the battle at the "resurrection point".

But when the enemy is a group of truly fearless fanatics who even regard moral integrity as nothing, even the gods will kneel down in front of them!

The gray false life was erased bit by bit.

Although each attack only deals a few dozen points of damage, the damage caused is almost negligible.

But the "false life" on the messenger just happened to run into Noven's plunder.

The essence of these powers is still the power of the evil god!

Novin can grab it!

A dangerous force that is like a nightmare to others, Noven only thinks that the believers are not strong enough! There was no way he could plunder the evil god's power faster.

Every attack by the believers means a Norven plunder.

300,000…200,000…100,000…

Although the messenger tried to eliminate the knowledge-seeking believers who besieged her, various methods were used in turn, and people continued to fall to the ground under her attack.

But the fallen will soon reshape their bodies in a white stream of light and join the battle again!

Bron Freeman, who witnessed the entire process with his own eyes, had only one thought in his mind:

"Can win!"

He gets help from a group of "undead legions" that even death can't stop!

When the battle was completely taken over by Novin's followers, Bronn was even able to withdraw from the front line of the battle and take a short rest;

Even if no one can stably withstand the attack of the messenger head-on, no matter which believer falls, a new warrior will surely rise to the challenge at the next moment and continue to stand unswervingly in front of the messenger, using their shields and bodies to block her attacks. !

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When the false life of the messenger was completely wiped out, the believers saw the dawn of victory.

The other party seemed to realize that she had been forced to the end of her rope.

She finally made up her mind.

A large number of eyeballs opened on the body began to overflow with blood and tears;

The entire altar of flesh began to collapse upon itself;

The exposed flesh and blood vessels turned into an ominous scarlet mixture;

The mixture gathered into a strange sphere, from top to bottom, and quickly enveloped the entire envoy.

"Uh-huh..."

“The Lord is watching…His gifts…will return!”

“You guys—it can’t be stopped!!!”

"Tatorus, Gulimoka, Yudorlan..."

Complex, dull and hoarse chants sounded inside the strange sphere.

Pet's face turned pale, but he gritted his teeth and chanted the [Arcane Barrage] spell, building a model that was enough to complete the magic.

The battle lasted too long and too much magic was released in a short period of time, causing him to feel extremely depressed and have a splitting headache.

Anyone who is not a fool can see that the messenger has been beaten to the point where her last trump card has been taken out, and even the altar needs to be destroyed because of this!

No matter what the other party plans to do, just stop her!

When the arcane projectile roared towards the messenger, it violently collided with the scarlet mixture.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A large amount of scarlet mixture was blown away by the bombardment of arcane energy, but it failed to harm the envoy who was wrapped inside and chanting loudly.

"...Matna Rui, Lucrans..."     The chanting became louder and louder!

"Attack! Increase the intensity! Break her turtle shell!"

Peter's roar was extremely hoarse.

He really doesn't have a drop left, his spirit has been completely drained, and now he can't control any arcane energy at all, and he can't even create an arcane spark.

The other transformed and brainwashed cultists in the Altar of Creation have been sent to meet the evil god during the purge. The only goal of all believers who participated in this raid is to kill the "messenger"!

That layer of scarlet flesh and blood mixture is not invincible. Whether it is slashed with knives, swords, or arrows and missiles, it can cause obvious damage to it. It just requires enough attacks to break it into gaps!

"...Masekaro...Tumuusa..."

After the extremely long prayer, the messenger completely gave up on counterattack, and she tried her best to complete the recitation of this "magic"!

"Friends in melee combat, get out of the way and let me come!!"

When the battle reached this level, Goblin Hugo didn't care about the damage caused by rough operation of precision machines. He put down all the "Array Cleaning Masters" that could still be used, and aimed the shots directly at the distant ones. Scarlet mixture, ignite and launch!

While shouting at the top of his lungs, Hugo completely tore open the bundles of magic scrolls in his package!

"You bastard! Feel the heavy blow of the goblin chaebol!"

"Remember in the next life to compensate the Xiwei Consortium for all the costs it paid to kill you! There is also interest!!!"

Frost, fire, lightning, acid, thunder, poisonous gas, and rays that look like glow!

There are even astral passages that bloom out of thin air in the air, and turbulent currents from the astral realm spurt out, tearing the surrounding space apart!

That was the effect brought about by Ya'an's [Flash Technique] scroll that went wrong again.

No matter what kind of magic it is, it’s definitely not [Flash Technique]!

A variety of magic burst out, and without exception, the target was locked on the spherical scarlet mixture!

"Boom boom boom boom boom!!!"

Money can't bring victory in the battle, that's because there isn't enough money!

At this moment, Sylvie Hugo is an entire army of mage!

Under the bombardment of a large number of magic scrolls, the last layer of defense protecting the messenger was finally completely defeated!

"Cultist! Die!"

Petwain Tostin and other warriors launched a decisive [Charge] towards the envoy who was chanting loudly with his eyes closed, holding tightly the +8 ceremonial rapier that emitted blue brilliance!

He wanted to do something to prove his father's conservatism and short-sightedness wrong. What could be more convincing than killing a powerful cultist?

Viscount Tostin was only a fourth-level warrior. As he grew older and over-indulged, his strength even declined.

This messenger is a real level 5, and his real strength is far beyond that of a normal level 5 professional!

The sword blade penetrated the messenger's throat smoothly, and the black-red pus and blood spurted out onto Petwain's face, causing a burning and stinging sensation.

"Uh... cough... cough... the gift of the Lord..."

The messenger's hands covered his throat in vain, his eyes looked past Pet Twain toward a certain direction in the distance, but his arms finally hung down feebly...

The red words "Execution" appeared in Pet Twain's sight.

The messenger's life breath slowly disappeared.

Her body began to decay rapidly.

Breathing heavily, Bron Freeman limped closer in confusion.

Looking at the stinking body of the messenger.

"Is the knot... over?"

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Thanks to Xinmengwen for the support of 500 starting coins, and to book friend 20180924223919778 for the support of 100 starting coins. I wish the two bosses to get rich every day and never die!