The Marsh family member's eyes were stained with powder, which immediately became red, swollen and ulcerated. Other areas where the powder was stained were also quickly corroded, exposing the tissue under the skin.

The pain of eroding flesh and bones made him unable to maintain the witchcraft any longer, and the bubble film disappeared immediately.

"Hmph, all kinds of martial arts, this is the divine sand."

Fingel knocked him to the ground with a left hook.

"Who are you? Why are you going against our Dagon Secret Cult?"

The old man, who was protected by several members of the Marsh family, asked in a deep voice.

This old man is about 1.8 meters tall and looks thin and hunched.

There were deep wrinkles on both sides of his neck that looked like fish gills.

This makes his face look much older than his actual age.

The old man's head was narrow and long, like a seahorse, and his pair of bulging and dim gray-blue eyes never blinked.

What's even more noticeable is that his ears seem not to be fully developed, but also seem to have shrunk inward after degeneration.

Regardless of the aesthetics of any group of people, this is an extremely ugly and deformed face.

"Captain, do you need me to take him down first?"

The young girl is eager to try.

It has been a long time since he defeated an enemy with the Word Spirit and Dream Tapir.

Just when Lu Mingfei was about to agree, he suddenly had a sudden impulse.

"No, the Emperor's revelation told me not to enter the dreams of these people."

He shook his head.

"OK."

Yuan Jingnu felt a little regretful, but still obeyed the order.

"Keep this ugly one and that one, and kill all the others."

Lu Mingfei pointed at a man who was cowering and hiding behind the crowd. The man looked two times larger than his fellow racers. He was wearing a huge cloak and his eyes were full of muddy stupidity.

Lu Mingfei didn't feel any special power from him, but noticed the expressions of others.

On the surface, those people were protecting the old man in the middle, but at least two-thirds of them couldn't help but glance at the cloaked man.

"They cannot be allowed to capture God's beloved. My fellow tribesmen, sacrifice your flesh, blood and soul for the great Father and Savior."

Seeing that the matter was revealed, the old man stopped pretending and raised the black slate in his hand and shouted loudly.

“For the great Savior and God our Father!”

The rest of the Marsh family shouted back.

"Captain, be careful of that stone slab. That guy will use it to cast magic."

Fingel bared his teeth and said.

He had just been hit by an ice spike that came out of the ground. If he hadn't opened the Bronze Throne, he would have been made into an Impaler figure on the spot.

"Then defeat magic with magic."

Lu Mingfei smiled contemptuously, drew his gun and shot.

The blood-red Philosopher's Stone bullets were fired at the stone monument, and the old man had no time to react.

By the time he heard the gunshot, a big hole had been shot out of the black stone tablet.

"How can this be?"

The old man couldn't believe his eyes.

This enchanted stone tablet given by God the Father himself is an artifact that is invulnerable to water, fire and water. The Marsh family has defeated countless enemies with it.

Although its power is greatly reduced due to the dislocation of the stars, the body of the monument is still protected by the body.

Chu Zihang and the others had just been shot a few times, but none of them caused any damage.

"Philosopher's Stone."

Lu Mingfei once again thought that whether it was the Word Spirit or the Philosopher's Stone, it seemed more useful to attack these people than to use it in the dragon clan's civil war.

He suddenly thought of the greenskins, orcs and dragons. The two races seemed completely different, but they actually had one thing in common.

Their characters and abilities are full of design.

The Old Saint created the Green Skin to fight Chaos, so why did the Black King create the Dragon Clan?

In other words, is it really the Black King who created the dragon clan?

While Lu Mingfei was thinking, the Marshes were retreating steadily without the help of the enchanted stone tablet.

Seeing that the entire army was about to be annihilated, the old man seemed determined to chant the spell.

But after just a few syllables, he listened again.

He looked at the shivering cloaked man with a flash of struggle and fear in his eyes, but in the end they were replaced by the desire to survive.

"Heracles, catch the stele."

The old man threw the stone tablet towards the cloaked man, who obediently stretched out his hand to catch it.

"Good boy, it's time for you to return to God."

The old man said softly, and then recited the forbidden incantation.

“Da’tuh mne’far ha’Cthulhu (Become your true self, Beloved of Cthulhu).”

The man named Hercules let out a wild howl, and his body under his cloak expanded rapidly, quickly filling the loose cloak.

He seemed to feel too restrained, so he tore the cloak to pieces in a few moves, revealing the gray-green flesh inside, as well as his back with fin-like protrusions, and a pair of incomplete bat wings.

"Come on, Heracles, and tear them apart."

Old Marsh pointed his finger at Lu Mingfei.

There is no doubt that this enemy who can shoot through the enchanted stone tablet is the most dangerous.

"Da da da~"

Hercules made a cry like a dolphin, but his rampaging momentum was like a sperm whale.

His hips swayed vigorously, like a fish's tail.

"Ugly alien."

Facing this creature that was beyond common sense, Lu Mingfei only had disgust in his eyes.

The most disgusting creatures in the universe are aliens, and what is even more disgusting than aliens are aliens transformed by evil gods.

"Brother Chu Zihang."

Disgusted, disgusted, but Lu Mingfei didn't care.

After all, he was neither wearing power armor nor equipped with a Starfire Sword, and the opponent was an enemy he had never seen before.

"clear."

Chu Zihang immediately rushed over, then raised his hand and fired two shots.

It's hard to carry weapons, but pistols are easy to hide.

A modified version of the Pfeifer Zeliska revolver, using 12.7mm tungsten core bullets, a muzzle velocity of 510m/s, and a muzzle kinetic energy of 7000 joules.

This is the most powerful pistol besides alchemical weapons. It is easy to hunt elephants.

Of course, its shortcomings are also obvious. The first is that it is too heavy and has too much recoil. The second is that after modification, it has only three rounds of ammunition.

But for Chu Zihang, the first shortcoming is not a big problem.

After sufficient development, his physical fitness has reached a level close to that of Lu Mingfei.

The second shortcoming is actually not a problem. He asked the equipment department to customize this gun just to target elite enemies.

An enemy that cannot be killed with three shots cannot be killed with four shots.

Three tungsten-core bullets were fired at Hercules's arms and right leg respectively.

He still remembered Lu Mingfei's order to keep this alien alive for interrogation.

With Chu Zihang's shooting skills, even a moving target at such a close distance would still be a ten-ring shot.

However, when the bullet hit Hercules' body, it slid in other directions as if it were stepping on a lubricated floor, leaving only a few insignificant traces of blood.

"Did you see it? This is my lord's divine power. You have no chance of winning. Why don't you quickly surrender and become my lord's dependents?"

Old Marsh laughed wildly.

"My Lord? There is only one master in the universe, and that is the great Lord of mankind."

Lu Mingfei snorted coldly, and then grabbed the fist of Hercules who rushed over.

On that wet arm, several tentacles were growing rapidly.
Chapter completed!