I can see the blood bar, my purity is very high

"Come on, come on! Don't you really want to kill me? Why are you hiding!"

Lu Wenwu smiled ferociously and pumped his fist, his voice as terrifying as the roar coming from the Nine Netherworld.

The plague apostle transformed into a violent wind and kept dodging, not daring to meet the opponent's fist.

Just now he was hit by a dominating fist superimposed with the Demon God's Spear.

If he hadn't turned into wind breath in time to be immune to some attacks, his right arm might have been blasted into a rain of flesh and blood flying all over the sky.

The puppet apostle was sweating coldly, muttering to himself, and low and mysterious spells continued to sound, and a strange power suddenly bloomed around him.

This strange power makes him seem to be in a superposition state of life and death, very similar to Schrödinger's poor cat.

The next moment, the whole hill began to shake.

The tombstones in the cemetery collapsed one after another, and white bone claws covered with rotting flesh and blood broke out of the ground, each one carrying a powerful force.

These corpses that had been dead for a long time were constantly resurrected by the power of the puppet apostles, with scarlet flames flashing in their empty eye sockets, becoming undead monsters.

They have powerful strength and instincts like ordinary zombies, but they cannot retain their consciousness in life like zombies.

For the dead, this is a good thing.

Their souls can rest in peace.

Trapped in his own body, he witnessed his own killings, witnessed himself devouring his own kind, and witnessed his body decaying day by day, gradually rotting into a white skeleton.

This torture of despair is enough to break anyone’s spirit.

The zombies gathering in the city seemed to have received some kind of signal.

They began to run wildly together, heading towards the hill where the cemetery was located like a sprint of 100 meters, not caring even if their companions were trampled into pulp.

The battle between Lu Wenwu and the three apostles had already entered a fever pitch at the beginning.

The plague apostle who was continuously attacked had even suffered a lot of damage and almost did not dare to release himself from the state of natural disaster possession.

He tried to poison Lu Wenwu with plague.

But in the face of the combination of three powerful flames, the diseases mastered by the plague apostles are nothing more than juggling.

It can't even penetrate the barrier composed of demonic fire, and will be burned out halfway.

The plague apostle, whose eyes were splitting, didn't understand. It was obviously a battle between four people, why did Lu Wenwu pursue him?

In order to protect themselves, the plague apostles have become somewhat careless.

The hill under his feet was constantly tumbling at this moment, and a large amount of soil and stones piled upward, forming a huge human figure nearly ten feet tall like an earth giant.

The giant made of rocks and soil not only contains things belonging to nature, but even the resurrected dead and their graves are integrated into it.

The shaking of the earth continues and even intensifies.

Just when Lu Wenwu knocked half of the giant's face off with a heavy punch, the overwhelmed earth even cracked several deep marks.

The raging magma spurted out under the squeeze of the earth's veins and covered the giant's body, making him taller and stronger again.

At this time, it looked very much like a legendary creature called a molten giant.

The scorching fist punched hard in the air, causing a scorching heat wave wherever it passed.

The wings of the demonic dragon flapped behind Lu Wenwu, and with a deft dodger, he landed directly on the ground and hit the sole of the molten giant's foot, smashing through it.

The blazing magma surged and surged, and countless dead people and zombies who came from behind to support were wrapped in the magma, covered in fire, and screamed shrilly.

The terrifying spell impact exploded on Lu Wenwu, but his movements were not affected at all and were still as fast as lightning.

In the flash of lightning, Lu Wenwu's health bar was almost emptied in an instant, with only one percent remaining.

Then it bottomed out and rebounded at an extraordinary speed, rising rapidly.

Terrifying strange power burst out at this moment. Arms more powerful than the most powerful construction machinery tightly hugged the molten giant's lava legs, and shocking cracks continued to break and form on the ground.

How much does such a molten giant weigh more than thirty meters tall?

No one knows.

Maybe several thousand tons.

Or maybe tens of thousands of tons.

The bonuses of several pieces of equipment on his body exploded at the same time, the muscles continued to tighten and exert force, and the blue-black war lines had turned into a dazzling red and black color under the wild movement of Qi and blood.

With unparalleled strength gathered, Lu Wenwu let out a roar.

As the ground beneath their feet became violent, the human body erupted with incredible power.

The lava giant was actually carried by Lu Wenwu with his own strength, like an overlord lifting a cauldron!

The strength is overwhelming and the world is unparalleled!

Even if the molten giant is not as heavy as a real mountain, it is still amazing enough.

The magic apostles and puppet apostles on the side were completely dumbfounded.

They never thought that the lava body of the Disaster Apostle would one day be carried by someone!

The hot lava had no power at all on Lu Wenwu.

The opponent's roaring heavy body was like a large toy in his arms.

The magic apostle is completely numb.

For him, a guy who has always believed that machines and "magic" are stronger than the human body, this scene is tantamount to a heavy blow to his worldview.

Beat it to pieces completely!

"This level of horrible flesh. This is impossible. Could it be that a human body can match the power of a demon god?" The magic apostle even dispersed the spell in his hand, and his heart was almost broken. "Is this really the level that a human body can reach?"

"Come! Come! Come!"

Lu Wenwu shouted three times, and his grim smile became more and more intense.

"Your purity is far from enough!"

Accompanied by his crazy roar, in the dull eyes of the two apostles, Lu Wenwu's muscles bulged again, and the whole person exerted force like a spring that suddenly loosened after being tense.

"Boom!"

The molten core giant didn't even have time to howl, and his huge body was violently thrown to the ground by Lu Wenwu who was laughing wildly.

The heavy body made the already broken earth scream under the heavy burden.

The originally neat and refreshing cemetery hill cracked from the middle and was violently smashed into two pieces by brute force.

With this slap, the lava flowing from the Molten Core Giant splashed everywhere.

The hot liquid covered the bodies of countless zombies.

The heavy body was swung down by Lu Wenwu like a war hammer. The Plague Apostle felt that all the bones in his body seemed to be broken, and his internal organs, which had been transformed into natural disasters, released bad signals at the same time.

Before he could fight back in other ways, Lu Wenwu's body burst out with endless power again.

His arms and legs exerted great strength, and his powerful waist twisted with it. The Plague Apostle, who had turned into a Molten Core Giant, felt that his perspective was spinning rapidly at this moment.

At this moment, he recalled the carousel in his childhood.

The perspective was spinning faster and faster, and more and more crazy.

A large amount of lava was thrown off his body, and the hot droplets ignited all the surrounding trees, turning them into a sea of ​​fire.

All the zombies that surrounded them were crushed to pieces in this terrifying giant windmill, and strangled into clumps of charred flesh and blood that squirmed in the magma.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The continuous and huge roars resounded, and the strong air waves mixed with the scorching smoke and dust scattered everywhere.

The magic apostles and puppet apostles temporarily avoided the battlefield in different ways, avoiding this super-large-scale screen-clearing skill.

As bystanders, they witnessed this miraculous scene.

In the flames, a humanoid demon lifted up a molten core giant that was more than 30 meters high.

First, it was thrown over the shoulder to knock it down, and then it was swung into a windmill as if to vent its anger, and it hit the hill that carried many zombies and the dead again and again.

The violent roar continued, and the sluggish magic apostles even forgot to manipulate the spell to save their companions.

About half a minute.

With a huge wail, the almost broken body of the Molten Core Giant fell on the solid ground again.

The hot orange-red magma has completely cooled down into gray-black volcanic rock.

The scattered fragments and countless wriggling flesh balls tell everything that happened here just now.

The hill where many dead people were buried before has been knocked down by Lu Wenwu holding the Plague Apostle!

Now, this is a depression full of magma!

Countless zombies and dead people have been reburied here!

The sky covered by dark clouds has returned to blue.

The thunder and the strong wind have long disappeared.

The earth stopped the strong vibration caused by human manipulation dozens of seconds ago.

The ground veins that spewed out lava closed again and dispersed.

"Your purity is very low."

Lu Wenwu stood on the cooled chest of the Plague Apostle and punched down fiercely.

The Demon God's war spear drew the radiance of the scorching sun, like a giant sword piercing through the sky and earth, and easily penetrated the solid and heavy black body.

"Swish!"

The energy core exploded like an elemental torrent, and was quickly absorbed by Lu Wenwu's arm and the Demon King's Wrath Gloves.

"Too weak, too boring."

Lu Wenwu pulled out his hand, looked at the face of the Plague Apostle buried deep in the Molten Core Giant, and said disappointedly.

The horrified face was like a stone sculpture, frozen there forever.

[You get 10 free attribute points]

The system prompt popped up.

It was the evil nemesis that was launched.

Lu Wenwu looked at the corpse of the Plague Apostle with full concentration, hoping to lock on to the projection of the Dimension Demon God's mind.

But it ended in disappointment.

[You killed the Plague Apostle alone without any external help (lv.45)]

[You completed the hidden mission - End of Plague]

[Task description: Natural and man-made disasters, disasters and epidemics, these are the products that always accompany civilization. They cannot be avoided, rejected, eliminated, or escaped. Although natural disasters and epidemics cannot be eliminated, you are still the one who can eliminate them]

[You received a hidden reward: Plague Core]

[You received a special reward: Mysterious Lucky Bag]

[Your personal overall rating has been greatly improved]

Plague Core?

Why not all the power crystals?

According to the previous mission, only half of the prize pool should be given.

Lu Wenwu frowned slightly.

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly realized that the task prompt seemed to be missing something this time.

There was no prompt for the disintegration of the Plague Field.

Could it be that the reward was reduced because I only killed the Plague Apostles and did not solve the people ruled by the Plague Apostles?

This is probably the only explanation.

[Dimensional Demon God·Disaster cast a look at you, and he admires your performance.]

[Dimensional Demon God·Disaster's favorability towards you increased: +20]

[Current favorability: Indifferent (20)]

Lu Wenwu: “.”

So that demon god was originally the Disaster Demon God?

But this demon god is a bit masochistic.

I killed the believers you blessed, and you directly increased my favorability by 20 points, right?

Okay, okay, you understand favorability.

All this is slow to describe, but in fact Lu Wenwu's thinking is as fast as lightning.

All these thoughts were completely over in just a moment of daze.

Lu Wenwu glanced at the large number of zombies that surrounded him again, and then looked at the two apostles who were in doubt in the distance, and licked the corner of his mouth with anticipation.

"Now, there are only two of you left."

The demon-like figure slowly stepped forward, and the scarlet abyss stained with a lot of blood stepped heavily on the rock-like body of the Plague Apostle, and every step could trample out a huge pit.

"If you can't satisfy me, you two will die!"

"Boom!"

The explosive step was launched, and one foot directly blew up the air, and a very obvious sound barrier cloud appeared!

The trembling body was like a meteor, rushing straight to the magic apostle.

What the hell is this monster!

The magic apostle was sweating.

A pair of red electronic eyes kept locking onto Lu Wenwu's flight trajectory, and the mechanical staff in his hand burst into a dazzling purple glow.

A dazzling spell array quickly overlapped in front of him, quickly nesting into a huge and heavy defense array to resist the invading enemy.

However, this was completely useless.

It was completely in vain!

The Demon God's War Spear and the Tyrant Fist merged into one, and Lu Wenwu's unrivaled punch blasted the heavy spell array alive!

Break the spell with force!

No fancy tricks can stop it!

If one punch can't solve it, then another punch!

Previously, Lu Wenwu had some new understandings of the Tyrant Fist after imitating the former Tyrant King's lifting of the tripod.

He seemed to have vaguely touched the edge of "intention"!

If the Tyrant Fist can condense the fist intention and break through to the [Peak] realm, it will bring him an extraordinary combat power improvement!

"Puppet, stop watching! Help me! Help me!"

The magic apostle yelled nervously, his hands kept moving, and the spell model swaying with starlight turned into a meteor, dragging his thin transformed body back rapidly.

Countless control spells were quickly and instantly fired, like a string of arrows, continuously bombarding Lu Wenwu, trying to slow down his flying speed.

But the wings of the devil dragon and that terrifying body are completely unreasonable.

The distance between the two was less than ten meters in just a dozen seconds, and it was still shrinking!

Looking at everything in front of him, the puppet apostle felt a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Perhaps, he could escape with his own ability, and Lu Wenwu would never be able to find him.

But correspondingly, with the opponent's terrifying strength, he might never be able to beat him.

What's more, more than one-tenth of his puppets were killed, and his soul returned to the kingdom of the life and death demon god, and his strength has dropped a lot.

After this battle, the more than 10 million puppets in this city will inevitably dissipate, and his strength will be weakened again.

Really

Except for the slutty woman who believes in light all day long, and the dead otaku who never leaves the door, I'm afraid no one is the opponent of the demon in front of him.

Fortunately, there are two idiots, Magic and Plague, to explore the way for him.

Otherwise

"Puppet, what the hell are you doing! Baga! Come and help me! Where's your trump card! I know you can use it!"

The panicked voice of the magic apostle reached the puppet apostle's ears.

He raised his head and took a deep look at the panicked dwarf, with a strange smile on his lips.

The smile immediately made the magic apostle panic.

Even if the other party didn't say anything, he could read something from the other party's playful eyes.

Break, sell, retreat, and run away!

"No! You can't do this!" The magic apostle screamed in despair, "If you run away now, will he let you go! He is a demon! A complete lunatic! He will kill everyone!"

"It doesn't matter, anyway, it's not me who will die. Just play with this monster slowly, little devil."

The puppet apostle smiled and gestured a middle finger, and actually ordered all zombies to retreat collectively and no longer participate in any battle to besiege Lu Wenwu.

He was carried by several zombies on a simple device similar to a stretcher, and he left the battlefield leisurely and walked away.

The puppet apostle here is just a clone of the original soul.

Even if this clone dies, he will only lose a small part of his soul.

It is completely affordable.

Therefore, after weighing the pros and cons, the puppet apostle decisively surrendered, and had no intention of fighting with Lu Wenwu anymore.

"It seems that your partner has abandoned you."

Lu Wenwu laughed wantonly, swung his iron fist and blasted a spell that attacked directly in the air.

The torrent of black spells splashed in all directions, like a beautiful and gorgeous mandala blooming in mid-air.

"Bitch!"

The magic apostle was filled with grief and anger, and was retreating steadily under Lu Wenwu's terrifying sense of oppression. He could only hold on to the situation with help and difficulty.

When Lu Wenwu approached again, a strange power suddenly burst out from the chest of the magic apostle.

The blazing torrent was like an impact drill, forcefully forcing Lu Wenwu's fist back.

Missiles as thick as the load-bearing pillars of a building suddenly flipped up from behind the magic apostle.

The gorgeous tail flames flew out from behind. The missile, which originally required corresponding guidance to be launched, was shot straight out like a javelin and exploded suddenly between the two sides.

Intense light and heat erupted from the center of the fight between the two, like a second sun rising high in the sky.

Under the scarlet abyss, Lu Wenwu only felt hot, and an unprecedented burning pain came from his skin.

Nearly one million blood bars jumped rapidly at this moment, almost approaching the red line, triggering the underworld's amnesty order.

At this moment, Lu Wenwu felt a little depressed.

What the hell kind of opponent is this guy on the other side?

In the middle of the fight, he shouted "Emperor's board" and then came a jade smashing charge.

It’s really off the mark!

No moles, some Siberian potatoes.

But it has to be said that this suicide attack still worked.

The magic apostle holding an oversized Taijun Happy Stick transformed into a self-destructing infantryman, and exploded with Lu Wenwu, successfully widening the distance between the two.

However, at this time, the magic apostle, who was shrouded in a nearly dissipated shield and looked pale, was about to collapse.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the flames of the explosion dissipated, and the magic apostle witnessed with his own eyes that Lu Wenwu, who had endured the explosion, flapped his wings and flew out of the center of the explosion intact, he was already in hysterical despair.

He is not human!

He is definitely not human!

How can humans have such a tough body?

I can only survive by relying on the magic equipment and body protection prepared in advance.

Why should he!

Why should he?

The magic apostle, who had almost lost his mind, suddenly cried sadly, and then laughed like crazy.

He roared toward the sky: "Great God of Magic, your followers sacrifice their own hearts, please grant me glorious and supreme infinite power!"

While shouting, the magic apostle took out a short knife and suddenly opened his chest.

The robot hand accurately cut off the aorta in the chest, replaced it with a mechanized mechanical heart, completely took out his original heart, and raised it to the sky with the only intact human hand.

In just a moment, the pounding heart suddenly disappeared.

A heart-stopping power suddenly burst out from the magic apostle.

His robotic hands continued to repair the chest cavity that had just been dug out. His eyes full of violence and murder looked in the direction of Lu Wenwu, and said in a dark voice: "You forced me to do this! You forced me to do this! I Use my heart in exchange for"

"In exchange for my heart?"

Lu Wenwu's voice suddenly interrupted the magic apostle's dark threat.

As he spoke, he opened the breastplate of Scarlet Abyss, inserted the right hand with the Demon God's war spear attached into the chest, and pulled out the powerful beating heart.

Lu Wenwu handed over his heart as if nothing was wrong, and then closed the breastplate of Scarlet Abyss.

"No, here it is, what next?"

Magic Apostle: "???"

no? ? ?

What kind of operation is this? ? ?

The magic apostle was stupid again.

Lu Wenwu's operation suddenly became impossible for him.

The other party dug out his heart, and now it looks like nothing happened?

I'm so crazy about this!

The magic apostle's mentality collapsed for the second time just like his expression.

I guess the War Apostle and he have quite a few things in common.

For Lu Wenwu now, if his heart is gone, it is gone and it is not a big problem.

It is not a big deal to simulate it by condensing Qi and blood first, and then rely on flesh and blood regeneration to grow another one.

It recovers faster than an ordinary person who accidentally gets a cut with a knife.

After being manipulated by Lu Wenwu, the original impassionedness of the magic apostle suddenly disappeared, leaving only deep doubts about life.

ps: Damn it, why can even the chapter title be reviewed and ganked? The title of the previous chapter was just harmonized with a few words for me. I’m worried! ! !