I seem to be an evil god

Those two red lights were like the gaze of a devil, and like two flames ignited in his pupils. Just as the leader of the demon hunting team was about to rush out, a sudden pain swept over him.

Those brand marks, those places where the bones were touched, suddenly gave rise to a severe pain, as if a knife was piercing the skin bit by bit, like a branding iron burning through the nerves layer by layer.

"ah!"

Fierce screams came from all over the battlefield, followed by the sound of bones hitting flesh. The screams disappeared one after another, which represented the destruction of several demon hunting teams.

Seeing the deaths of his subordinates, President Nazha furiously shouted:

"Damn, what did you do!"

President Naza's painful expression made Greenwell laugh. The short staff in his hand kept waving, and the ruby ​​on the top became more and more dazzling.

"It's just a new experimental result. According to you, I have been a master for so many years, so I must make progress."

A large number of black armors surged out from behind Greenwell, who was in the center of the battlefield. He stretched out his hand and pointed with a proud look on his face.

"Let me introduce to you the latest experimental results, the Skeleton Knight, or Skeleton General."

As soon as Greenwell finished speaking, the armor piled up like a fortress unfolded, and a layer of purple-red flames burst out from the gaps, connecting the entire armor together.

Under the purple-red flames, the thick bones as white as jade were emitting a strange red light. The red light was exactly the same as the two red lights seen before, which made President Nazha frown.

At this time, demon hunters were already rushing towards these skeleton armors. It was not a good habit to wait for the enemy to transform. Many experienced demon hunters had taught novices this way.

But applying this experience here seemed to be a mistake. The demon hunter who rushed forward quickly encountered the red light shining on the opponent's body. The silver-white blade returned in vain under the purple-red light, but the skeleton warrior used a huge The armor hugged the witcher tightly.

The opponent's actions don't look like attacking, but rather like they are trying to hide and seek with all their strength, as if just touching the opponent means victory.

This unorganized attack exceeded the Demon Hunter's expectations. He was surrounded by the opponent's thick bones on both sides. The Demon Hunter who rushed out first frowned, and in the end he could only be knocked backwards.

At this time, the long-limbed skeleton warrior was completing its encirclement. The witcher's collision knocked his arm crooked. Using this gap, the witcher quickly rushed out of the opponent's encirclement.

However, at the moment when his body was about to hit the ground, a sudden pain swept through his body. This pain was far beyond the limit that the demon hunter could bear. In an instant, his whole body was struggling repeatedly on the ground like a wriggling insect.

In this struggling and painful state, the reckless demon hunter saw a strange version of himself, one whose whole body was covered in red light, like a ripe prawn.

"Everyone, be careful not to be touched by them! The opponent is likely to have a pain spell, so long-range professionals focus on these monsters!"

Several carefully observing demon hunters shouted commands, and the long-range attackers at the rear showed their weapons again. Unfortunately, with the arrival of these arrows and bullets, the skeleton warrior once again shrunk into a fixed barrier, used to connect the purple light of the armor. Condensed into an oval-shaped barrier.

Boom, boom, boom.

The arrows and bullets returned in vain. This layer of purple light barrier was very strange, as if its energy level was much higher than ordinary energy, and it effectively suppressed the activation of anti-undead potions.

President Naza is still in a stalemate with Greenwell. The other party controls the elite corpse and keeps harassing it, limiting Naza's range of activities and attack angles to an awkward area. Although President Naza can swing every blow, She tried her best, but every blow couldn't hit her in the direction she expected.

Moreover, as he struggled with these elite corpses, some red marks appeared on the surface of President Naza's body. Compared with the ordinary demon hunters who were in pain, President Naza only felt that his skin was a little itchy.

However, just the itching has already surprised President Nazha. You must know that her body is at the master level, and the opponent's energy can actually affect her, so the energy level must have reached level three.

Now that this third-order energy is actually used on a large scale by the opponent, it is not a pure and compressed product produced in the laboratory, which illustrates a more terrifying situation.

The lowest concentration of this energy is level three, which is an energy starting from the elite level. Races that use this energy are professionals from birth.

Just like holy light and angels, the power of nature and elves, these energies flowing in the blood of a race represent the strength of the entire race and determine the lower limit of a population's power.

And being able to control third-level energy right from birth, the color of the energy is still purple. Apart from those secretive small races, the most widely spread ones are... demons.

"You actually borrowed the power of the devil! Don't you know this will take away your life and soul?"

President Nazha immediately lost her voice, but Greenwell on the opposite side suddenly sneered, and his body suddenly disappeared in the air. At the moment when President Nazha was stunned, Greenwell had quietly appeared behind her.

"Chi!"

Five lines of dark red blood spurted out, and Greenwell's claws flashed behind Naza. When Naza turned back to fight back, Greenwell, who was not greedy for the knife, had already appeared ten meters away.

At this time, Greenwell could no longer be described as a human being. His skinny and shriveled body had grown strong muscles, but his aging skin had not changed, making him look like a monster covered with wrinkles. The dark red The little short staff stuck in the head looks both funny and terrifying.

As for the bleeding hole in President Nazha's back, Greenwell's hands have completely mutated. The dark skin is wrapped with a layer of dark purple energy. The wrists and five fingers are hidden in the shadow and cannot be seen clearly. The smaller half of the arm is They have all become similar to the Nightmare Clan.

President Nazha held her wound and backed away. She looked at Greenwell with a look of disbelief.

"You actually transformed yourself into a demon! Give up all your spells to gain power, where did your master's will go!"

It’s no wonder that President Nazha roared so loudly. Although the demons were born as professionals, the chaotic magic they mastered was too violent, and the modern spells developed based on the rune system required delicate operations, which led to Although the demon clan has powerful magic power, they can only cast a few spells, and their operation methods are extremely wild and rough, so they can only serve as auxiliary in battle.

If a mage transforms his race into a demon race, it means saying goodbye to the spells he has worked so hard to cultivate. His subsequent promotion route will no longer be based on the energy system, and he may even have to turn directly to an unfamiliar physical realm.

Seeing Greenwell who had completely transformed into a demon, President Nazha, who had always been tense, suddenly relaxed. She used her muscles to compress the wound, straightened her waist and looked at him playfully.

"Greenwell, I have to say that you really made a wrong choice."

As Nazha spoke, she tightened her fists.

"The most annoying thing about fighting energy professionals like you is those weird spells."

"But how much spell-casting ability do you still have after becoming a demon? And in the field of physical combat, how can you have the confidence to defeat me?"

"Don't waste time, let's decide the winner, stupid guy."