Darkus didn't scream and scream to kill Sikko, making him look like the villain in the movie. Instead, he called out Insi-Huzi who was standing behind the formation and jumping to his feet. come over.
The rest room is only so big, and the only garbage dump that can pour firepower from a distance is occupied by Druchi's sorceresses.
Insi-Huz looked at Darkus in front of him strangely. He was teleported from Hesiota to Spicazuma by the respected Lord Mazdamudi yesterday, and he only saw it from the mouth of Priest Pichipochi today. That cumbersome Umak, but there was obviously a clear difference between the Umak in front of him and the Umak in Pichipochi's mouth. Before he could think about it, he was interrupted by Darkus' movement.
"There has been a subtle change in the big plan!" Darkus put his hand on Insi-Huzi's shoulder and pressed his face against it. His eyes were staring at Insi-Huzi's eyes and he said coldly. said. Then he turned his head and looked seriously at Shakspati, who was floating in the air with his legs crossed, and said, "There is a rat man without eyes behind the passage. He must stay today no matter what!"
Darkus didn't know what he had just said. How did you see Si Ku? Maybe it was the ability he gained after his failure to seize his body? For example, can you overlook the entire battlefield environment, like those strange perspectives in strategy? Or is it like the Skink Astrology Priest who can catch a trace of changes in the future and respond in advance? He didn't know that he had many abilities and many beneficial effects, but most of the time he was like those unreliable elves and gods, sometimes working but not working, but he didn't care. His core power was memory and energy. The ancient saint Umak calls upon the power of Lustria's behemoths and beasts.
As Darkus finished speaking, a star stone floating in front of Shakspati quickly flew towards the passage ahead. He turned his head and looked, not to mention the planet represented by the star stone he saw. , his vision did not even capture the movement trajectory of the star stone. It seemed that this star stone was designed to deal with this situation, and soon the star stone flew back.
"I saw...the thread of fate!"
Shakespati's words were like the sound of a starting gun. In an instant, he and the Slann lords waiting outside Queza City printed the outline and features of Skook on the It has entered the minds of the lizard people, just like a wanted criminal, leaving them nowhere to hide.
Diemore, a red sphere, like a burning world. There was also a liquid planet sphere that Darkus didn't know about and slowly flew towards the exit of the opposite passage. Although he didn't recognize it, he could feel the golden light emanating from the planet.
With the star stones representing the two planets in place, the magical wind in the lounge became strong again. Apparently, the Slann lords outside the city were also opening the floodgates and releasing water.
Shakespati's bulging eyes glowed with blazing golden light, his arms were raised in the air, and he murmured phrases full of power.
Malekith, who felt the power of Shakespati, turned his head and took a look. The sorceresses who were also standing on the garbage pile also stopped casting spells. They saw in this strange big toad that only the sorceresses passed. A terrifying power that can only be unleashed after sacrifice.
The fiery power burned in Shakspati's body, making his yellow skin turn golden, his eyes becoming more golden, and his arms seemed to be full of power.
The gray darkness around the sorceresses and the churning green rot around the plague priests paled into insignificance at this moment.
Shakespati will show them his true power! He will show them real magic!
Shakespati's body trembled wildly, opening himself to the winds of magic around him, bringing all the threads of magic into his body and mind. He turns power into thoughts, thoughts into purpose, and purpose into action. Actions become words, gestures, combining power with oneself.
As Shakspati began to point the fiery head of the hammer down the passage, his magical wind-filled vision noticed a rodent drawing the magical wind into itself. The rodent's efforts were comical and comical in his eyes, like a skink trying to lift a giant lizard's maul.
The two star stones suspended in front of the passage intertwined and began to rotate rapidly, and then burst out with surging power. The passage was filled with twisted magical energy, and the color of the flames showed a deep metallic tone, shining With a strange light. The flames burned like a living creature, jumping and rolling in the passage, releasing suffocating heat and strong Aksha power.
Darkus could feel that this magical flame jet exuded a terrifying aura, making the entire passage full of oppression and uneasiness. The spell made a crackling sound, as if roaring and groaning, releasing destructive power to everything around it.
The still-casting rodent disappeared, fur peeling and melting from his bones as he was engulfed by the full fury of Shakspati's magic.
The feces in the corpse of Plague Lord Varioles had already vaporized before it even splashed onto the Plague Priest behind him. Before the plague priests could whimper and howl, they fell to the ground, their hearts bursting from the intensity of Shakspati's spell, their melted bodies hissing with greasy black juices and jets of metallic fire destroying them. Everything you come into contact with.
The temperature of the spell is extremely high, instantly turning any object it comes into contact into juice and ashes. In an instant, the channel was emptied, and the walls inside the channel were melted and deformed, melting into scalding liquid, flowing down with the jets of flames, forming a terrifying waterfall.
Shakespati felt that the eyes of the hot-blooded people in the lounge were drawn to him. Even the plague censer monk who had entered the lounge and was still fighting was stunned. The shocking silence drowned out the roar of the battle.
The rat face of Lord Skook on the other side of the passage was also filled with stunned fear, and if he still had functioning glands, he would surely reek of fear.
"Berserker" Kriges, who was ranked fourth among the Plague Lords, turned around and glanced at Lord Skook. Soon, Lord Skook's fear disappeared again, replaced by snickering contempt. His penetrating laughter seeped through the passages and echoed off the walls.
Kriges commanded three rat trolls transformed by the Plague Clan, a handful of the most elite Plague Censer Monks, and the remaining Plague Monks to rush into the passage cleared by spells. This was the last step of this advance adventure team. of power.
These rat trolls are different from before. After the Plague Clan spent huge sums of money to buy them from the Corruption Clan, they were transformed into Plague Reapers by the Plague Clan, just like the Plague Monks are different from the clan rats of other clans. For those rodents who are not members of the Plague clan, simply gazing upon the sickly gaze of these rat trolls is enough to make the body ooze thick beans or fill the lungs with phlegm. These rotters are the ultimate carriers of disease and epidemics. Dirt dripped from their paws. Thick foam can be heard in their cacophony, and their roar seems contagious, seeping into the brains of the plague monks, infecting them with feverish enthusiasm.
Shakespati's perception captured the rodent rushing into the passage again. As he was preparing to cast a spell again, he suddenly found that the magic wind in the lounge or the entire Queza had become unstable, as if there was some unknown presence. It's like absorbing the wind of magic rapidly.
In this short moment, the rat troll quickly passed through the long and deformed passage without any hindrance.
The rat troll rushed out of the passage, roaring, waving its huge claws, showing frightening power. Its wet eyes flashed fiercely, like a hungry beast.
The rat troll's black teeth peek out from behind its hard lips, and it doesn't circle its prey like a roaming wolf. It is so ravaged by plague and disease that its cerebellum forgets the joy of life. It roared directly and rushed towards Nakai, but then its roar was drowned out by a more terrifying sound.
Nakai dropped his weapon, pounded one fist against the other, growled his savage defiance, and charged at the rat troll.
Beast against beast, this kind of fight does not allow any concession. The only measure of victory is the cold, broken corpse of the defeated.
Nakai slammed the rat troll with his huge fist, each blow carrying huge power. The rat troll fought back with sharp claws and teeth, trying to tear his scales apart. Soon, his fist cut through the air, and the rat troll's blood flowed from the broken jaw.
In Nakai's eyes, the rat troll's roar was like the gasping sound of a dying triceratops. The great lizard, blessed by the Old Ones, expressed his contempt for the rotting abomination before him. The rat troll's hot breath sprayed over him, and he felt his ribs crack under the brutal pressure of the rat troll's claws.
A vile cunning lingers in the rat troll's disease-ravaged brain. Its mutated third arm retracted back, and its blood-stained fist spikes prepared to launch a fatal blow to Nakai.
Nakai sensed the hidden attack of the rat troll, and his tail lashed out like a huge battering ram, hitting the rat troll. The rat troll couldn't dodge and was hit hard, letting out a deafening scream. But the Rat Troll did not flinch. Instead, he waved his huge claws and grabbed him. The rat troll's sharp teeth bit into his neck, trying to break through his scales. Nakai let out a roar, and heat spurted out from his mouth. His scales resisted the rat troll's attack, protecting his body from serious damage. He whipped the rat troll in the belly with his tail, throwing the rat troll away, and then quickly pounced on the rat troll.
At the moment when Nakai and the rat troll were fighting, other lizardmen and Skaven were also fighting against each other, fighting against the generals. Kami the giant lizard charged towards the second rat troll rushing out of the passage, Tiga faced the third, and Gorok faced Krigs wielding the three-headed plague censer flail.
The temple guards in a tight formation continued to fight against the rushing plague censer monks under the command of Ku Jia, while Druchi, who stood in two rows, was the least stressed. They abandoned their useless repeating crossbows and replaced them with Aboard the Rennes advance team and the harpoon crossbow brought by this adventure, they carried out concentrated fire strikes on the target under the calm command of Sirsis.
Malekith took advantage of the gap when the injured temple guard was replaced and got into the front, taking over the position originally occupied by the temple guard. He used the Supreme Magic Shield to resist the attack of the incense burner flail, and took advantage of the gap to use the sun. The flaming sword stabbed into the body of the ugly rodent in front of him. Although he was fighting, he was always observing the lizard legends who were still fighting in front of him. In his opinion, this was the best opportunity to observe.
And Darkus had already figured out the attack pattern of the temple guards. With nothing to do, he took down the Echo Drum and beat the orderly drum beats with the temple guards. I don’t know when, the drum that was originally staying on the rope was The giant snake from Tigo Temple also came to the lounge. While playing the drum, he glanced at the bloody mouth of the giant snake with his peripheral vision. It was obvious that the giant snake had eaten something on the way here.
The battle ahead became more intense. The top combat powers of the two races were intertwined. Every collision was accompanied by huge impact and terrifying roars. At the same time, their attack speed was so fast that it was difficult to track, and the moment of the exchange even caused sparks and debris to fly.
The rat troll grabbed the monitor lizard's neck with its claws, and the monitor lizard bit the rat troll's arm with its sharp teeth. Their blood mixed together to form a cruel bloody battlefield.
Nakai's tail swung violently, successfully knocking the rat troll to the ground, then jumped up, and trampled on the rat troll's chest with the huge power of his body.
The rat troll, which was pressed to the ground, roared with rotten saliva flowing from its mouth, resisting with the last of its strength. Its sharp claws dug deeply into Nakai's legs, but Nakai was not afraid and continued to exert his violent power.
In the end, Nakai's power overwhelmed the rat troll. He used his sharp claws to tear the rat troll's throat. Poisonous, sticky green blood spurted out and splashed all over him. The poisonous blood seeped into his wounds. . But the rat troll's body lay there, forever stopped breathing.
The lounge was filled with a strong smell of blood and death.
Nakai stepped on the rat troll's body and roared wantonly, declaring his power in all directions. Blood dripped from the wounds on his body, but his eyes shone with endless wildness and victory.
Soon, Nakai's roar ended, and hordes of plague monks rushed towards him.
The emaciated bodies of these sickly and ferocious plague monks are covered with boils and sores, their flesh is the color of leprosy, and rabid foam drips from their black gums, but their strength is equally astonishing and ferocious. Incomparable.
Nakai moves through the hordes of Plague Monks, crushing them with his massive fists.
The diseased rodent refused to back down, chirping and snarling as it lunged at the hulking attacker. Trying to insert the rusty dagger into Nakai's scales, the moth-eaten sticks shattered on Nakai's scales, and the black fangs tore at Nakai's toes.
Even Nakai, who was blessed by the ancient saint with amazing power, seemed to be shaken by this crazy and fearless attack. He staggered and knelt down on one knee. For a moment it was as if he were being swamped by a rodent frenzy, weighed down beneath a heap of tattered green robes and leprous flesh.
Later, Nakai, who had been cast a buff spell by Shakespati, stood up again. A plague censer monk was directly crushed by him, and even the terrifying censer was crushed. He ripped the Plague Monk standing on his back from his body and smashed the Plague Monk into a bloody mush on the floor tiles.
Even with the protection of scales, Nakai still had hundreds of cuts, bruises and bites on his body, and blood was dripping continuously. When he heard the sound of the drum, he struck his shaking chest with his fist, making a drum-like sound. , in response to Darkus’ knock.
Nakai wiped the blood from his chin and narrowed his round pupils at the rodents that were still attacking him. There seemed to be a terrifying coercion in his pupils. The plague monks who looked directly at him lost the courage they had before, and were trembling with fear and their whole bodies became stiff.
Compared to Nakai, the situation on Kami's side was a bit miserable. At the moment of the confrontation, he hit the rat troll hard on the shoulder with the fist of the god Quiteli, but the strange thing was that the rat troll He was not fatally injured. The rat troll that rushed forward hugged his body with its thick arms, pressed him to the ground with a bear hug, and pressed his limbs to his sides.
The rat troll's slobbering mouth bit into Kami's neck, shredding Kami's scales, and Kami screamed in agony as its fangs closed in on him.
Kami tried to turn his head and attack the rat troll with all his might. The rat troll dodged his clumsy attack and changed its grip, sinking its fangs into his shoulder.
Frantic foam bubbled from the rat troll's diseased jaws. It raised a hand with a rusty gauntlet and tried to slice open Kami's abdomen, but the blow never landed.
Kami swung his tail and hit the rat troll hard, piercing the spikes on the tip of his tail into the rat troll's knees. The teeth that bit into his shoulders were not pulled out, but were broken from the rotten gums.
The rat troll, which had lost its two fangs, screamed in pain as its knees were shattered by the blow, and its calf bones shattered again as its full weight pressed on its calf.
Kami took advantage of the rat troll's howl to push the rat troll aside. He turned around and rode up, hitting the rat troll's face with his fist. The rat troll's face appeared. There was a deep wound from forehead to chin, and poisonous blood spurted out.
Kami, who was still about to hit him, leaned back suddenly, instinctively avoiding the splash from the wound, but he still took a step slower, blood splashed on his face, and he endured the severe pain and smashed his fist again After a while, the rat troll who was pressed on the ground stopped moving. He stood up unsteadily, wiped his blood-stained face with one hand, and sniffed it by the way. Sniff the rotten eyes embedded in his fists.
On the other side, looking at the three-headed plague incense burner flail that was about to hit him, Grok adjusted his stance and raised the Shield of Generations to block it easily, and sparks burst out in all directions.
There was a look of shock in Kriges's eyes. He looked in disbelief at how Gorok was able to block his inevitable blow. He felt like he didn't hit the shield, but hit a wall. , his hand could hardly hold the flail. But Gorok was stronger than he thought. After blocking the blow, Gorok quickly turned his body in a circle, and Urumak's big stick, which was said to be personally guided by the ancient saint, smashed it at an extremely fast speed. On his face that could not be avoided, he let out a sharp gasp, then flew out and fell on the stone bricks, blood spurting out from his shattered skull.
After only two rounds of confrontation, "Berserker" Kriges, the Plague Lord and the rising star of the Plague Clan, died.
Grok frowned, walked over, kicked Krigs' lifeless body, and stepped on the side of Krigs' head. But he was still not satisfied. Just when he was about to do something more, his eyes were attracted by the figure in the passage.
Lord Skook, who was about to become a polished commander, walked calmly in the passage.
As Lord Skook walked, the last rat troll was also eliminated by Diga. (End of chapter)