Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

The Demonic Path of Flesh and Blood is located in an inconspicuous cabin next to the main entrance of Washington Manor.

In the past, this wooden house was simply regarded as a passage into the illusory manor by these dark creatures. Today, countless extraordinary spiritual lights are flashing around it.

Dozens of dark wizards who are the most proficient in negative energy magic traps are holding various strange casting materials such as human limbs, toads, snakes, and bat viscera, and are constantly setting up witchcraft traps around the wooden house.

"Is that hellfire? And Lucifer whispers, and..."

"My Satan, they are all powerful evil witch formations!"

A young werewolf who loved to read the black magic books collected in the tribe and was experienced in posture saw this scene in the ambush circle behind the dark wizards.

The young man couldn't help but take a breath and exclaimed.

"Aren't they afraid that the exit of the Flesh Magic Path will be destroyed by so many black magic traps?"

What he said was that the energy fluctuations around the wooden house were not powerful, but they were extremely sinister black magic traps. They were very famous in the thousand-year history of the Christian era.

Each of them is accompanied by the sacrifices of dozens or even hundreds of heroic saintly bishops.

Next to the young werewolf was a vampire wearing a black tuxedo and looking like a kind elder.

He glanced at the amazed werewolf next to him with some surprise.

"I never expected that among these wolves whose brains are full of blood and muscles, there are still outstanding young wolves like you."

"The body of the Flesh Demon Path, the Blood Path, is the family treasure of our great Earl Jefferson."

"Although it has lost all its powerful attack capabilities because the demon tide has gone away, the space channel it established still has the basic protective power of the dimensional space."

When the elder-looking vampire said this, he paused.

Then, with contemptuous eyes, he looked at the evil wizards who were setting up black magic traps in front of him, and continued proudly.

"It's not that I look down upon the spell traps set by these dark wizards."

"But if you want to destroy the wooden house in front of you, you must at least increase the number of these magic traps by more than ten thousand times!"

The power of space power is not just talk. Even in the current magical world where the magic civilization is highly developed and Hong Tiangui's body, Edward, is located, ordinary spell casters can only follow the script and cast mature spaces that have been studied by predecessors.

Spells.

In-depth research involving the nature of space is still at the forefront of all "scientific research" projects in the magical world, and only a handful of elite spellcasters can participate.

When Hong Tiangui saw this space passage called the "Demon Path of Flesh and Blood", he found that it was extremely stable and could not be easily cracked by violence if the right medicine was not prescribed.

When he was escaping from the Old Continent of Oparo, Count Jefferson of the Ghoul Vampire Tribe deliberately revealed the information about this treasure to the hostile Holy Bishop forces who were chasing them, allowing several of them to "stalk to death" in the words of the dark forces.

"The well-known old demon hunter sect had to give up the idea of ​​completely eradicating them.

Therefore, the reputation of this "Blood Road" space magic weapon is not a secret among the old people in the dark forces of the New World. The elder-looking vampires have no taboos and proudly tell the young werewolves directly.

However, just as the elder-looking vampire had just finished speaking, he had not yet had time to appreciate the young werewolf in front of him with his unique childish expression as he absorbed life experience.

A strong smell of garlic hit his face from the direction of the wooden house, causing the Gentleman Vampire to frown, and a nauseating desire instantly emerged from his heart.

"Damn, what does this smell like?"

"Ah! You damn dark wizards, why do you bring garlic as a spell-casting prop!"

"Idiot, don't you know we are a noble vampire?"

It seems that not only the elder vampires surrounded the inner three floors of the wooden house, but also all the mature vampires on the outer three floors smelled the garlic smell that made them sick.

Although in reality, garlic, which is endowed with exorcism power by Obaro folklore, does not have the rumored sacred power that makes vampires die when touched or smelled, it is indeed one of the few that can make people die by smell alone.

One of the plants that Vampires find extremely disgusting.

These vampires cursed angrily and unanimously suspected that the culprits were the evil wizards ahead who had laid dozens of black magic traps.

Who made the spell-casting materials that the wizards just used look so weird and full of everything!

The leader of the group of dark wizards on the other side is an old white man with a long beard, and the skin on his face has been corroded by the evil potion, turning him into a half-black and half-white yin-yang face.

"Everyone, who set up the magic trap using garlic?"

He heard the complaints from his "colleagues" in the encirclement and asked directly the dark wizards who were walking back and had laid evil spell traps.

"Chief, we didn't use garlic as a casting material!"

The evil spellcasters in front of the dark wizard with a yin and yang face, look at me, I look at you, they all said in unison.

"Who is that?"

The yin-yang-faced wizard leader muttered, looking carefully at the faces of his subordinates one by one, trying to find some clues that something was wrong.

Unexpectedly, when he took a closer look, he happened to see behind the wizards, the edge of the wooden house window where they had just placed dozens of vicious spell traps, facing the outside world, filled with traces of abnormal white smoke.

"No! It's the people brought by the Sioux Saint Lady who did it!"

"Quick start..."

However, before he finished shouting, the being in the wooden house seemed to know that he had been discovered, and the window was suddenly opened by the person inside.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

A steel cannon barrel as thick as an adult woman's forearm protruded from it. While triggering several witchcraft traps, it continuously shot out more than a dozen balls that exuded a richer white smoke and the smell of garlic.

All of a sudden, in just a few seconds.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Except for a few senior dark wizards who have become lichs, all the dark species made of flesh and blood, no matter how powerful they are secretly, can't stop coughing after inhaling the smoke.

Even some of the elite dark species who had rich combat experience and promptly used their extraordinary strength to cover their mouths and noses felt that their exposed eyes were swelling rapidly, and the skin under their clothes was extremely hot.

When I took off my clothes, I saw redness, swelling, blisters and ulcers everywhere...

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In the wooden house next to the entrance of Washington Manor, Hong Tiangui and others immediately lurked quietly as soon as they entered this illusory manor. After hearing the shouts of the yin-yang-faced wizard leader who had discovered his methods, they decisively stopped hiding.

"Jiayi, since we've been discovered, let's get rid of all our good stuff!"

Since the president, Hong Tiangui, had the highest basic cultivation level among all the people present, he was the first to hear the sound outside the wooden house and immediately gave an order to Hong Jia, who was standing behind him.

"yes!"

Wearing the Taiping Army's standard field uniform, Hong Jiayi, who looked extremely capable, immediately took out a loaded mustard gas grenade gun from his back, used the muzzle of the gun to push open the window of the wooden house, and in a short time

Within a few moments, all the special meson demonic energy projectiles inside will be shot out.

A few seconds later, the miserable screams of the dark species outside were clearly audible to everyone in the wooden house.

Mustard gas itself is one of the most vicious and terrifying weapons of human civilization in the industrial age.

A concentration of only 0.2 mg/L can poison ordinary people. In the Celestial Realm where Hong Tiangui was born, poison gas bombs including mustard gas killed and injured millions of people in World War I alone.

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What's more, the mustard gas used by Hong Tiangui and others has the word "devil" specially added to it. It is a super weapon that has been strengthened by Chairman Hong with extraordinary means and has far more lethality than the original version.

If it were Hong Tiangui and others before the Flesh Trail appeared, they might still feel unbearable because of the screams of those dark species outside.

But Hong Tiangui and others, who had just been forcibly "fed" and watched the hellish scene of humiliating blacks and Indians, now not only did not feel pity, but only felt unusually happy!

"Everyone, I'll open the door later!"

"Hong Jia Yi, Hong Jia Er, you throw the holy salt flash bomb first..."

At this time, everyone's clothes were activated with a talisman flashing light blue light in the inner layer of their clothes. This was Hong Tiangui's "electrolytic gas talisman" specially used to protect against poisonous gases. They listened carefully to the action command.

Guan Hong Tiangui's offensive arrangements.

"Everyone, let's start taking action!"

As Hong Tiangui finished speaking, he opened the door with a bang. Hong Jiayi and Hong Jiaer, who had been prepared long ago, immediately threw out the holy salt flash bombs.

The dazzling flash made the dark species outside scream even louder!

And the holy salt grains flying all over the sky shot out in all directions irregularly. The weak positive energy on them forcibly activated the black magic traps at the door in advance, rendering them useless.

Then, when those evil spell traps were destroyed, the sky was filled with flames and the accompanying smoke.

Hong Tiangui jumped out in a strong hunting suit!

The white trench coat fluttered behind him, and his hands each held a sacred salt demon-hunting revolver.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Amidst the continuous sound of gunfire.

A vampire who barely stood up and was about to use the noble sword at his waist to stop Hong Tiangui, who looked like a kind elder, was the first to be hit in the chest by a projectile from the holy salt musket.

The chest of the black suit was burned with a bloody hole the size of a bowl by the sacred power contained in the projectile.

He slowly fell to the ground of the manor.

"Sir, times have changed!"

This was what the youngest and most favored descendant of the vampire clan, who looked like an elder, said when he was teaching him how to play with the wireless radio.

It was also the last sentence he recalled before completely losing consciousness in his long life.

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