I seem to be an evil god

"Stupid, hahahaha."

Greenwell laughed wildly twice, and his body instantly turned into a black line and disappeared. When he appeared in front of Nazha again, he was holding a struggling figure on his right arm.

"Is this a spy from your Demon Hunting Guild? Next time, you should be more careful in your disguise before sneaking into the Death Cult. No one is a fool."

As he spoke, Greenwell reached out and threw away the clothes on the opponent, revealing a strong body with scars. With Greenwell's power, the demon hunter flew directly into the group of skeletons, with flashes of lightning coming from all directions. A terrifying figure glowing red.

"ah!"

The unparalleled pain made the demon hunter scream. He was hugged tightly by the black-armored skeleton and could no longer feel his own will. Only waves of pain caused his spirit to collapse.

"Kill me, kill me."

In endless pain, the demon hunter shouted for help to Master Naza. Naza looked at Greenwell indifferently and turned the skeleton and the demon hunter into powder with a casual punch.

Immediately afterwards, a thick stone pillar provided a pedal for Master Nazha. Stepping on this pedal, President Nazha's body rushed out like an arrow, directly hitting Greenwell on the opposite side.

"The earth is for my use!"

Nazha let out a low cry, and two layers of energy like millstones appeared in her fists. Greenwell suddenly felt a huge suction force, and his body unconsciously tilted toward Nazha.

very good!

President Nazha was overjoyed, and her fist, which had gathered tons of strength, hit Greenwell directly. However, just when it was about to hit, Greenwell suddenly showed a weird smile.

boom!

This punch directly stirred up a large amount of dust, and large chunks of the ground were destroyed. All animals and plants on the surface were smashed into powder in an instant, and a ring-shaped hole was directly exposed in the clouds in the distance.

After the dust settled, Nazha carefully searched the destroyed area. At this time, the skeletons were still fighting with the demon hunters. The skeleton warriors were still exerting their tyrannical strength, which showed that Greenwell had not yet die.

"What are you looking for? Do you need my help?"

Greenwell's cold voice appeared next to Naza's ears. President Naza swung his arm and struck directly, but it hit the air. The hit Greenwell cracked like a mirror, and the scattered fragments turned into dots of stars. The light disappeared into the air.

"Mirror Shadow Technique, how is this possible!"

President Nazha looked surprised. In the distance, Greenwell's body was condensed in the darkness. He was smiling and holding a huge wand in his hand.

There was no time to think about why Greenwell could cast spells. The moment the huge wand appeared, Naza felt a biting chill again, the kind of early warning that her life instinct prompted her to escape.

There's something wrong with this staff!

Nazha, who was furious in her heart, charged directly. Now she no longer cared about observing the opponent's abilities. Greenwell had already prepared to deal with her. If he continued to be cautious, he would completely fall into the opponent's rhythm.

Just as Nazha was charging, a bright purple halo suddenly wrapped around her waist. Behind this halo, there was an energy ribbon wrapped around the staff. Greenwell, holding the staff, was smiling ferociously at Nazha.

As Nazha approached, Greenwell also started running. The speeds of both sides were faster and slower. Although Nazha was constantly closing the distance with Greenwell, it would take a long time.

Time is an important condition for the magic to exert its power.

As Greenwell fled, Nazha kept throwing heavy punches. These fists either had an extremely long attack range, or could bring the power of the earth to attack. Unfortunately, these long-range methods were resolved by Greenwell one by one, and the result was always Keep a long distance from President Nazha.

The demon hunters nearby were willing to come over to help, but the sudden appearance of the black-armored skeletons had already caused a lot of casualties to them. Now all the demon hunters were timid in fighting, for fear of accidentally being branded with that painful red mark.

Demon hunters holding crossbows and muskets attacked in the distance, but their arrows and bullets stayed on the surface of Greenwell's body. A set of invisible armor appeared around his body, blocking all arrows and bullets.

Bone armor technique.

President Nazha's heart sank. Most people use this spell just as an ordinary set of bone armor, but Greenwell has made his own unique enhancements to this spell. Not only does it make the bones created by the spell disappear, but it also reduces the defense strength from the profession. The level mentioned is the master level.

This is a spell full of Greenwell's personal imprint. There may be other spells that are more powerful and more comprehensive than this spell, but they will not make President Naza feel troublesome because they are not unique.

The real trouble is that this upgraded bone armor technique can only be used by Greenwell, and it must be released by him himself to have this effect. It cannot be stored in a spell book in advance or engraved on a staff. To achieve the same effect, only if he uses it himself will there be such a unique change.

"You can still cast spells, how is that possible?"

The energy concentration of the halo around her waist became more and more intense, and Master Nazha had to stop and mobilize all the energy to prepare for defense.

Greenwell also stopped. He still kept a safe distance from Naza. Hearing Naza's question, he smiled softly.

"Since you planted spies in the sect, you should know my history after entering the death sect, right?"

Speaking of the demon hunter who was executed by his own hands, President Nazha's face darkened, but she still replied:

"Greenwell joined the Death Cult through the screening process thirty years ago. Due to his low spellcasting ability, he was originally used as a coolie. However, he found the secret in the process of casting spells and mastered several extremely difficult spells one after another. He was appointed as the leader of the Death Sect eighteen years ago, and he entered the master level seven years ago and took over the Death Sect."

After hearing this, Greenwell laughed twice and praised: "The Demon Hunter Guild is indeed well-deserved. Most of the elders don't know about my history as a slave, but you dug me out."

At this point, Greenwell changed his subject.

"But you are still wrong about one thing. As for my suddenly improved spell-casting ability, it is actually not that I found a secret in the process of casting spells, but that I found a way to balance the two forces."

What's the meaning?

Seemingly understanding President Nazha's question, Greenwell continued: "Although we have known each other for seven years, this should be the first time that I formally introduce myself to you...

Hello, I am Greenwell, a master professional of the undead and demon system, a human-demon hybrid. "

A hybrid of humans and demons!

President Nazha was shocked. It was too late to defend herself. The halo wrapped around her waist suddenly split into two. Under the bright purple demonic energy, blue-grey death energy quietly appeared!

No! ! !