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In the tower of human faces.

Due to the corrosion of the green smoke with the smell of corruption and death, coupled with the continuous annoying attacks and harassment of the group of green-feathered crows, Dawn's rock-hard demonic skin was already scarred.

The hot body fluid, whose temperature was close to that of lava, flowed out from the wound, and the smell of burning sulfur seemed extremely strong and choking at this moment.

[Death] is worthy of being a god with T1 strength. In the short time he imprisoned Donne, Donne's blood volume has been consumed to nearly 1 million!

If you can't escape from the inside of this terrifying tower in time, the remaining 3.4 million points probably won't last long.

Look at Donne again.

Although he was unyielding in the tower of the human face, he exhausted all means to make a fuss, and used the skill sets he was familiar with, as well as the authority he had mastered one by one.

The actual damage that can be caused to [Death] is minimal.

Only around 200,000.

Compared to [Death]'s 10 million points of blood tank, this amount of damage is nothing more than skin scraping and scraping.

Although Dawn's resistance was embarrassing, it was not completely useless.

When he tried to open the [White Mist Leap] just now, he had figured it out. This is a very useful skill for running, and it can also be used in the death tower.

The reason why Dawn failed to jump out was because the white mist had not had time to gather and form before it was blown away by the green energy transformed from the faces in the tower.

"As long as a certain concentration of white mist can be condensed, I can go out from here."

Dawn wiped the lava-like blood on his face, and then took a look at the situation inside the surrounding towers with the help of the [Pupil of Delusion].

The number of crows has decreased significantly, but the number of green-feathered crows is still large, and the black crows are entrenched on the head, and from time to time, groups of crows will come down and attack.

In addition, the human faces on the inner wall of the lower floor of the tower were also reduced a lot because they turned into green smoke and corroded and hurt Dawn in batches, and they had to fight against the various skills and authority just now.

The faces in the lower layer are not as dense as they were at the beginning, and appear sparse.

It can be seen that the green smoke in the inner wall is trying to reconstruct the human face.

This is opportunity.

Fleeting opportunity.

"At this time, instill a large amount of magic power surge to use [White Mist Leap], given the current concentration of faces in the lower level of the death tower, it should be too late to disperse all the white mist. As long as the mist condenses a little, I can get out."

Don thought so in his mind.

He saw the right moment, released the power of the storm and the sea again, and summoned lightning like a silver snake to slash around.

At the same time, gathering the relatively sufficient magic power in his body, he once again activated his proficient [White Mist Leap] skill.

The churning white mist gushes out, and the thick white depths seem to connect to the infinite distance.

The faces in the tower reacted to this, roaring down from the wall, turning into green smoke and sweeping in, but this time the concentration of the corrosive green smoke was not enough, and the white mist seemed to take shape!

"success!"

Dawn was overjoyed, he was only one step away from escaping the Tower of Death.

And at this moment, something unexpected happened.

Inside the Tower of Death, suddenly there was a feeling that was very familiar to Dorne.

It was an extremely sacred feeling, as if in the twilight, the big bell overlooking the bell tower of the Holy See was struck, it was ethereal and solemn, and it made people want to worship from the bottom of their hearts.

Nose and heart are itchy and sour.

Donne knew that this feeling belonged to the original god.

Immediately afterwards, a voice sounded.

What is certain is that it is indeed the original voice, gentle and soothing, like a serenade played by a lover under the moonlight, while still being holy.

It's just that such a sacred and soft voice resounded inside the eerie tower of human faces full of death and corruption.

"Don't fight, Don, don't fight."

The voice said so.

"Original?"

Don hesitated for a moment, and didn't continue the action of escaping into the white mist immediately.

In his mind, he suddenly recalled a sentence that the original god said to him alone after the small meeting:

"I need you to follow my command completely at a certain moment."

Is it this time?

Tell me not to resist?

The chance to escape from the Tower of Face is fleeting.

During the few tenths of a second that Dawn hesitated, the faces in the middle of the tower roared down, and they quickly collapsed, turning into green corrosive smoke and rolling towards the white mist of the transition.

The white mist that was finally formed collapsed.

This almost meant that Dawn completely lost the chance to leave the death tower.

Even more desperation is yet to come.

Perhaps moved by Donne's tenacious will to survive, [Death] came directly to Boda.

The face of a middle-aged man with Xu Shiyu's appearance hanging upside down on the top of the tower slowly opened his eyes.

"Die! Die! Die!"

He roared together with other human faces, and the sound was so loud that it seemed to overwhelm everything in the world. Then, Xu Shiyu's face fell vertically from the top of the tower.

"die!"

The roaring smoky giant face went straight through Dawn's body.

Dawn, who missed the only chance to escape, persisted for about five minutes, and finally the remaining 3.4 million blood volume was finally completely emptied...

...

On the tundra battlefield.

creak creak --

After all, the white bone claws dripping with pus were defeated by [Famine] and shattered.

The flesh and blood squirmed, and the hungry meat mountain with a ferocious mouth on its abdomen broke free from the fragile cage!

"[Plague], damn you!"

[Famine] seems to be angry to the extreme.

The plague did not respond to the other party verbally, but while trying to organize resistance, it called Yuanyuan to provide support in its heart.

At this moment, a vast and soft holy light fell from the sky like an aurora.

With a breath of holiness.

It was as if in the twilight, the big bell overlooking the bell tower of the Holy See was struck. It was ethereal and solemn, and made people want to worship from the bottom of their hearts.

At the same time, there seemed to be ethereal hymns and hymns being sung all around.

While repairing the loopholes in the world above the cloud, he also paid attention to the original creator of the God War situation, and acted in time.

The sense of holiness rippling through the entire battlefield has no negative impact on [Plague], and even refreshes his mind a bit.

But it is not so when it comes to [famine].

The holy light seemed to have a weight of ten thousand ton, and when it touched [Famine], it made him breathless. Even the loose and wriggling flesh and blood began to deform, and it was crushed to death like a spread meatloaf. on the ground.

The dense scarlet pupils in the flesh and blood, like decompressed foam boards, shattered one by one, blasting out thick and blurry slurry.

It's not just [Famine], the situation over [Death] is the same.

The originally towering tower of human faces was shrunk by more than half under the reflection of the original holy light.

"Dead! Dead... Dead!"

The tens of thousands of human faces on the outer wall of the tower wailed in pain, as if they were in great pain, but probably because of [Death]'s excellent ability to resist pressure, these faces were barely broken.