The Game of Demon Hunter

Effilar felt that the psionic blood in her body was boiling, burning her blood vessels and internal organs. She felt that she was omnipotent, and she could move mountains and seas with just a single hand.

The silver-haired witch stretched out a finger, and the plasticine monster she was pointing at seemed to be crushed into a puddle of flesh from top to bottom by an invisible giant finger.

She took a breath, and a group of corrupted crows that descended from the sky turned into ice sculptures in mid-air, and fell to the ground and exploded into ice slag.

Effilar knew that going on like this would have serious consequences, so she forced herself to calm down. The psychic energy here was abnormally active, and she was afraid that she would be immersed in the pleasure of power and would eventually become a puppet of chaos.

But the surrounding battles forced her to unleash her destructive fighting power.

An elf warrior had an arm bitten off by a monster, and was instantly submerged in the crowd of monsters. However, the witch pushed forward with both hands and knocked all the monsters away, giving Alix a chance to drag the injured elf back In the middle of the team.

"Corrupted crows appear ahead, thirty meters away!" An elf ranger only had time to warn once before he was hit by four corrupted crows, blown to pieces.

The silver-haired witch shifted the gravity around the swarm of corrupted crows, and she felt her brain seething.

The rotting crows fell instantly, one by one landing on the ground, struggling forward on the ground like a dodo.

Ranger Alix spent all his time shooting them to the ground one by one with his own bow and arrow, causing small explosions one after another.

He used his powers as best he could, letting the explosion of the Corrupted Crow splash across the other monsters, taking the pressure off the others.

Master Druigast seemed a little sluggish after firing that ray.

He chanted a spell that no one could understand, cut his wrist with a sharp knife, and stuffed a blood-red plant seed into his wound.

This is a skill he learned from a shaman, and Gast originally thought that he would never have the opportunity to use it in his life.

But in this polluted land, as a druid, he couldn't gain the slightest bit of power, and even as he got deeper, the land under his feet and the surrounding environment were repelling him.

Everyone can vaguely feel this situation, but as a druid, Master Gast feels it most strongly.

He felt that he was walking on a living land, but every inch of the ground under his feet, every breath of air was repelling his existence.

Even in the remote forbidden zone of life, the desert of death, Gast has never encountered such a hostile natural environment.

"Nourish you with my blood, feed you with my flesh, and shape you with my soul." A large number of slender vines spread from the druid's wound.

The vines are as tough as iron wire, without branches or leaves. As the vines spread, a large number of spikes appeared on the surface of the vines.

"Use my will to rule you, use my thoughts to restrain you, and use my heart to accompany you." Following the mantra recited by Master Gast, the vine stretched its body, engulfing an unknown mutation biology.

As the plants controlled by the druid shrank, the vines strangled into the mutated creature's body, strangling the whole monster into four pieces.

"Thanks, druid!" Kalu spit out blood and grinned at Gast: "If I can go back alive this time, I'll buy you a drink!"

Master Gast smiled and shook his head, without speaking, the plants in the controller's body attacked other monsters.

The situation here was much more serious than expected, and the Ring of Shepherd was obviously not prepared accordingly. They thought it was just an accidental chaos erosion event.

But Gast now knows that this is an invasion, a large-scale invasion from Chaos, and their goal is very clear, to create a new Chaos-occupied area in this world again.

I'm afraid there will never be anyone in this land who can drink happily in a tavern again.

"I have to cut off the connection with psionic energy!" The silver-haired witch's words made the situation on the entire battlefield worse: "Unless you want to see a new chaotic rift appear here!"

Before he slid into the abyss, Effilar was awakened by a picture in his mind, and cut off the temptation of psionic energy with unparalleled willpower.

It was a huge smiling face, hanging on a high cliff, facing the constant impact of the waves, laughing silently.

That smiling face was sewn from the faces of ninety-nine clerical nuns. It was another satisfactory work of the Chaos demon. The soul of each nun was imprisoned in their own skins.

That was the Chaos Demon's mockery of mortals trying to control themselves. From beginning to end, the clerical nuns of the Temple Monastery were played by that damned Chaos Demon.

The silver-haired witch slowly landed on the ground, the psychic energy in her body was still surging, constantly impacting her mind, as if a voice was constantly nagging in her brain——

"You can do it, you just have to blink to save them."

"Why not use your power to eradicate evil? These disgusting beings are not worthy of living in this world, you can."

The moment Effilar stopped his spell support, another elven ranger was dragged into the depths of the forest by the enemy in the shadows, the bones were broken, and the sound of blood spraying made people shudder.

Effilar subconsciously stretched out his hand, but Alix grabbed the hand and lowered the witch's head. A corrupted crow flew over their heads and hit the tree trunk.

The sound of a huge explosion surrounded the ears of the two people.

"Are you crazy?" The ranger spat out the sawdust in his mouth, looked at the dumbfounded silver-haired witch: "Don't be dazed, did you burn your head with magic?"

Karui and another berserker stood back to back, creating enough safety for the druid to have a chance to do more damage with the plants in his body.

With the passage of Master Gast's life, the tough vine has grown to a length of more than five meters, successfully filling the gap left by the witch.

"Old man, how long can you hold on?" Kalu asked looking at the druid's pale lips.

"It must be longer than your time." Gast laughed when he saw the berserker who was stained red by his own blood, and manipulated the vines to drag an injured elf ranger back from the ground.

"Legolas, you take the one who can go first!" Druid shouted: "I will take care of the rear!"

"Get out of the way!" The voice of the witcher lifted everyone's spirits.

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