The red rain of fire fell, and the rich plague and fog swam around the battlefield. The legendary power collided with each other in the sky. It was obvious that Krabs was completely at a disadvantage and his situation was extremely difficult.

"Revenge? Human?" Roderick looked at the plague legend in front of him, and the dark green plague monster behind him, and smiled casually, but his expression became colder and colder.

The Beshilik Kingdom launched countless plunder wars every year, causing endless killings. Occasionally, human revenge will only cause losses to small tribes.

But the guy in front of him was able to cause a plague and disaster, not only destroyed the garrison of the Black Wood Province, but also almost completely destroyed the Corkel tribe.

"May you persevere in the punishment of our Lord!"

Roderick no longer hesitated and was preparing to take action with Zhan Nansen and Shu Daya to capture the opponent. Otherwise, once the God of Abhorrent Plague pays attention to this, things will end.

Spiritual condensation, shackles gradually form.........

Krabs looked at the three legends in front of him, and his crazy expression was revealed. He knew that he was just a first-time legend. Even if he didn't know the difference between legends, he would not have any hope for him in such a battle.

I'm so sorry for the many companions who died in vain. I still have room to struggle!

Puchi!

Crabbes raised his rotten right hand and stabbed into his heart. The severe pain ripped his nerves. He forced himself to touch the beating dark green plague ball.

Her left hand gently stroked the plague monster that was leaning over, and the face that was faintly familiar with the monster showed a few green tears.

"Sorry, Uncle Marshall, I'm going to make you what you are now... Regret, I won't, at least I've let some lizardmen and gnolls bury us for Forsbairo, right?"

"Don't blame me?...that's really thank you, Uncle Marshall!" Crabbes firmly pulled out the plague ball from his heart with his right hand, and his rotten face kept twitching. At that time, the nerves caused by the pain were confused.

Looking at Uncle Marshall who gradually turned away from his body, he knew what he was going to do, just like the wolves who had taken him to escape from Fort Fortress Bayern and faced the chasing along the road alone, even though he was scarred, he never retreated;

It is also like in Limontanelu, the cold city, the inhumane place is filled with many ugly faces of interests. Only Uncle Marshall can feel a touch of warmth and kindness, including the deadly living person he met when he returned to the fortress again.

Rumble!

A violent explosion sounded, and the viscous dark green liquid sputtered into the void, scattering the condensed spiritual shackles, and even letting a slit of gaps appear in the surround that appeared in a triangle.

"Sad fate, sad life!"

"But my revenge is not yet completed, how could I die? I will not die here!"

"Ahhhhhh!"

The blood was stained with red chest, and the green ribs and broken internal organs were clearly visible. Crabs held the trembling plague ball tightly with his right hand. There was a hint of blood and indifference in his pale pupils. He seemed to see Marshall's last smile dissipating in front of the world, which was care and warmth.

"So... it turns out that I haven't forgotten human nature yet, but I don't want to do this..."

Crabs raised the plague ball high, and the devil whispered in his ears, as if he was telling something, letting him know the reason for everything.

Dark sacrifice, ridiculous, that's not at all!

Abominable to the God of Plague!

The evil god of the abyss!

The seeds of despair!

And the content of the contract he signed, sacrifices his life and soul, and gains strength!

"I, Krabesnaku, recite your real name, hate the plague god Grelas, pray to gain your strength and kill the enemy in front of you!"

The true name of God is a mark engraved in the depths of their souls and a unique representative left in this space and time. Once the chanting person imagines the complete image of God, the characteristics of God's power and the deeds that remain in the world, it will trigger God's gaze.

Now, this is what Crabbes did, but he had never seen the image of the God of Plague hating, but he only had the power given by the other party when signing a contract. I wonder if it could attract the attention of that God.

From Marshall's self-explosion to Crabbes chanting the real name of the god who hates the plague, it was nothing more than a moment.

"You dirty human scum!" Roderick was unpredictable and his face looked slightly frightened. He did not expect that the power generated by the explosion of the plague monster was a bit special and could affect the soul. He was not careful for a while and was slightly shocked for some time.

But during this period, the legend of the plague actually chanted the true name of the god directly. Don’t you know that God would not cast his eyes for no reason?

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The plague ball held high by Krabs slowly cracked open, and some great power overflowed in this void. The plague sky was in a state of madness in front of this force. The burning flames gradually faded, but the plague army still did not stop and continued to smash their bodies. Countless wisps of green mist merged into the plague sky.

The sudden power made Roderick and the others feel the ultimate depression, pressing down on their hearts like mountains, and they can't breathe.

Even the power projected by a god with weak divine power is not something that ordinary legends can withstand!

"Haha...haha...die...die!" Looking at the three lizardman legends in front of him who were in a staggering state, Crabs smiled madly, sprinkling blood to dye his body red and rotten.

[Hate the plague rampant]!

The dark and faint light burst out like the sun, radiating with Crabs as the center, descending into a large area of ​​viscous green liquid.

The plants covered with grasslands liquefied, withered, fell to the ground and began to dissolve. Countless plague-infected people began to rot from their bodies, and green liquid flowed from their gums, eyes, nose and other soft tissues. The pustules on their bodies exploded and fell off pieces of flesh and blood.

The area of ​​the terrifying plague was soon filled with an extremely foul smell, and the white giant maggots produced spread everywhere, devouring blood and broken corpses.

More than that, Crabs himself, including three legendary Lizardman powerhouses, all began to show signs of decay and decay.

"Leave here, hurry up and leave this range!" When he saw the deep glory of the sun emerging, Rodrick immediately shouted loudly, but the thoughts transmitted to the body through the nerves could not be implemented. The extreme depression caused their bodies to become stiff and their movements were extremely slow.

Turning back to look at Zhan Nansen and Shu Daya, the two lizard-man priests in their sight were even more unbearable. There was a green liquid flowing in their eyes and noses, spreading to their necks and bodies.

Damn. Roderick realized something was wrong. This was the magic art that really came from God, embedded with the power of God, not the magic art obtained by prayer.

“Hu~Hu~Hu~Hu!"

Faced with the increasingly serious terrifying plague, Roderick gasped and clearly felt his body's weakness. He realized that he could no longer hesitate, otherwise this oracle trip would be interrupted here.

The trembling right hand reached into the golden red robe. The skin, which was originally covered with hard scales, began to loosen. Occasionally, a few scales would drag away, taking away some flesh and blood.

A broken half-blade was slowly taken out from the inside, looking very ordinary, with many broken blades and dense cracks spread from the end to the tip of the gun.

Roderick stared at the half-slash of gun blades in front of him, looking extremely frenzied. The chants of praise sounded, with a vast and rough style, and then he danced gently in the air, a very ancient celebration dance, more like it was used during sacrifices.

Buzz! Buzz!

Half of the gun blade trembled inexplicably, and wisps of blood-colored breath tear apart the space barriers, and white traces could be seen faintly. Then a majestic force seemed to cross countless realms and suddenly descended. The viscous green liquid slowly stagnated. The surging spirit of Roderick and the other two guided this force to lock in the area where the plague ball is located in the field of vision.

【Blood Samu Anya's Gun】!

Under the night, scarlet light exploded in the sky like fireworks. Half of the gun blade faintly crawled scarlet energy condensed into the completed gun body. The broken gap at the gun blade slowly healed like life, and the obscure and profound runes flashed constantly.

In the sky of the plague, this red spear flipped like a dragon, causing a violent energy tide. The blood flowing from the emerald green field was guided by some kind of guidance, suspended three feet above the ground, and then evaporated into the red waves in the sky. At the same time, an illusory figure of a lizardman appeared behind the spear, as if he was holding the gun tightly, twisting his body, and throwing it at Crabbes.

Rumble! Rumble!

The dark sky seemed to break into two pieces in an instant. The surging deep and dark plague stirred up, and scarlet blood tides swept up. Endless collisions occurred over the Black Wood Province. The annihilation energy continued to emerge and dissipate. Invisible air waves directly tore the infected people of the plague gathered in the wilderness. Large areas of flesh and blood skeletons rushed into the distance and disappeared into the night.

"What's going on... Why is the spell blocked? Why..." Crabs's rotten face had not yet dissipated, and he murmured at the dazzling light above the sky.

The overflowing power teared his body, and large pieces of flesh and blood fell from his already rotten body, and pale bones were exposed outside. Points of green like mold spots covered the surface of the bones, and even part of the organs and limbs disappeared.

"Haha...No...this is not over yet, I am not dead yet...the plague can continue...the seeds of despair should release your emotions and bring about real disaster!"

Crabbes grabbed the shattered plague ball, held on for the last breath, and threw himself into the plague wave below. Even though the great power destroyed the infected plague below, there were still a steady stream of people from afar, and they came in the direction guided by their hearts.

After a cup of tea.

"Ahem, ahem!" Roderick wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Fortunately, he was protected by half a gun blade, and they did not suffer much backlash. However, in the violent collision just now, they lost the breath of the plague legend.

Death? Fall?

No. Roderick denied his inner thoughts. Since they can survive the collision of divine power, why can't the other party?

When patrolling around, it did not see the broken plague ball. If the guess is good, the object may be a copy of the artifact owned by the God of Plague. It is of great quality to watch!

"Jannson, is the magical alarm around him triggered?" The greedy look flashed in Roderick's eyes, and he asked his weak companion to his side.

"Several places have been triggered, and the magic alarm to the east has been damaged." Zhan Nansen rubbed the green liquid on his face. The power of the god of plague is not so easy to expel. After all, it is an evil god of the abyss! All it can do is to forcibly suppress the remaining plague in its body, wait to return to the temple and obtain the divine power of the god of the Lizardman.

"Are we going to follow us?" After hesitating, Zhan Nansen spoke with a little worried.

"The content of the oracle is to find the source behind the plague. The target was found and we were seriously injured to the verge of falling. Why did we give up?!" Roderick said softly, as if telling the facts, and then he looked at Shu Daya.

"It's not the capital of the Stoke Kingdom. Without that old guy Craggie, if we're faster, we can return to the temple soon."

"Then let's go! I can't wait to see the tragic scene of his death!" Shu Daya nodded slightly and flew directly into the air and quickly towards the east.

Roderick followed closely, leaving only Zhan Nansen here alone. There was no way. It sighed lightly and followed. For some reason, it saw a touch of blood from the prophetic spell of both practice. Is it the brilliance of my Lord? Or is it in fatal danger?

The remaining energy tides are still entangled in the sky, half red and half green, and have not dissipated for a long time.

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Limontellu, Valente Palace.

Under the deep night, the brightly lit Palace of St. Bernard is dotted with this vast and ancient complex. Cloudy stone, black jade and glazed glass create a luxurious transparent wall reflecting the bright moonlight, and finely patterned marble columns support the golden spire.

Guy sat upright in front of the throne, facing the table covered with white paper, with countless handwritings of all sizes written on it, and his ice-blue hair hangs down, covering his face.

"Your Majesty, strong spell fluctuations came from the direction of Kuroki Province. It is suspected that the legendary spellcaster was fighting." Jasper stood quietly in the shadow of the door outside the palace.

After a long time, Guy raised his face slightly, and a faint frost spread out from his eyes, and said coldly: "Don't pay attention, we have to wait for the war between the Beshilik Kingdom and the Ailanfalu Empire."

"Yes!" Jasper whispered. For some reason, he felt that Guy had changed a little inexplicably recently, strangely, dangerously, and couldn't say it. It might be the sequelae of gaining legendary power before, but he was always a little uneasy. The recent choice Guy made was contrary to the kingdom strategy he had decided at the beginning. "Maybe I'm thinking too much..."

On a cold night, a breeze drifted into the Palace of St. Bernard, blowing the white paper on the table, and three words can be seen faintly with the bright moonlight.

"who I am......"

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Bottomless abyss.

The nineteenth abyss, hate the abyss.

When the plague ball shattered, unknown consciousness rose in the central area of ​​the abyss of hatred, and harsh female voices echoed the red sky.

"Who...who... dares to hinder our plan..."

"This...this blood power...is that guy Samu Anyan...the god of the lizardman...I remember you..."

It is rumored that Grelas, the god of plague, is a very revengeful abyss evil god who will develop hatred into madness, so most of its believers are extreme and emotional.

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