Chapter 657 656. This Spray Is so High

The spiritual attributes of Erode's believers are not very high. At the same time, after experiencing the infection of the [Frenzy Potion] that Mo Cheng forged into a [Plague Potion], as well as the subsequent blood sacrifice and long-term fighting, the Errod believers have become His spirit dropped to a tenth low.

This level of spirit, as well as their own strength being lower than that of Mo Cheng, made them unable to resist the invasion of [Nightmare].

Ever since, under the control of the dream constructed by Mo Cheng, the Elrod believers in front of them started their most familiar behavior.

Blood sacrifice!

But this time, the weapons in their hands were pointed at their companions.

Just like what Mo Cheng did in "The Strange Things at the Fishing Port", the killings of followers of the blood sacrifice god Elode will be regarded as sacrifices to Elode, regardless of whether the believers killed are also Alode. Followers of Lot.

The method is very old. After all, it was used once during the "Trouble at the Fishing Port". It was also that time that Saint Elrod descended, causing the divinity to be split.

But no matter how old the method is, as long as it is useful to Mo Cheng.

What's more, he has used various means to deduce the fact that Errod, the god of blood sacrifice, does not know how his godhead was split.

Similarly, Elold didn't know that Mo Cheng was the murderer who shattered his godhead.

Mo Cheng is the only one who knows what happened in the dungeon [Trouble at the Fishing Port].

In other words, Mo Cheng could completely reenact the action in the dungeon [Trouble at the Fishing Port] and let Elode's believers perform blood sacrifices to each other, thus forcing Elode to carry out the coming of the saint.

Many Erode believers raised their butcher knives against their fellow believers, but the remaining barbarians, soldiers and nobles on the other side saw the opportunity and immediately broke free from their shackles and fled in all directions.

Mo Cheng did not care about the defeated soldiers who fled. The territories of those nobles who fled were within the five cities he captured. The nobles who lost their territories, even if the noble council did not pursue them, they also lost their chance to make a comeback. Opportunity.

Of course, the most important thing was that Mo Cheng had no intention of paying attention to the barbarians and soldiers. His eyes were fixed on the shaman to prevent him from making any small moves.

Among Elode's followers, only the shaman quickly woke up after being struck by Mo Cheng's [nightmare].

This is also because the opponent's mental attributes are not low, and Mo Cheng's [Nightmare] is only level one.

"Why bother? Wouldn't it be better to spend the rest of the day in a dream?"

Mo Cheng grinned, but that look didn't look like a smile at all. It was more like the embodiment of some evil thoughts and negative emotions. "At least the first half of the dream was a good dream."

"I can imagine how vicious that dream will be later on. The dream you weave is not something that can help people spend their last days."

I don’t know what the shaman saw after being hit by the [nightmare], so that he clenched the totem in his hand as soon as he got out of the dream, and showed obvious hostility.

Mo Cheng could tell that the dream just now brought absolutely bad memories to the shaman.

Although the first half of [Nightmare] appears in the form of a sweet dream, some post-traumatic stress disorders are too powerful to handle.

It's like the first half of Batman's dream was that his parents were both alive, and one day the family of three happily went to watch the Zorro movie together.

For Bruce Wayne, who has lost his family, the fact that his parents are still there and watching Zorro movies together is indeed a beauty that can only be relived in a dream.

But if this dream lasts a little longer, the dream will turn into a nightmare.

So much so that when Bruce mentioned a family of three watching a movie in front of him, he probably felt unnaturally in his heart.

"Actually, it's not a big difference. Whether you die in a dream or die in reality, you are going to die anyway."

Mo Cheng looked like he was not the one who died anyway, so these things didn't matter. He even asked very confidently, "At least if you die in a dream, at least it will be a sweet dream for you in the first half. Isn't that good?"

The response was an extremely sharp bloody light. Mo Cheng frowned slightly and turned his head to avoid the blow with a somewhat unhappy look on his face.

There is a rare attribute in the blood sacrifice called [True Damage], which ignores armor and magic resistance. Although Mo Cheng feels that his health bar is thick enough, the shaman can bomb it for a whole day without reducing it.

But the special nature of this thing made Mo Cheng not want to follow it stupidly.

"Has anyone told you something?" The shaman was surrounded by ancestral spirits filled with blood. "The way you talk is very annoying, dragon."

Mo Cheng appeared without any disguise, and the shaman naturally recognized that the guy in priest uniform in front of him was Aundair's ultimate and strongest force, the last dragon in the world.

In fact, as for Mo Cheng's appearance, anyone who is not isolated from the world knows what the last giant dragon on the Koyre Road looks like.

"Normally they won't say that to me. They are more used to quarreling with me and punching me at the same time."

Mo Cheng stretched out his right thumb and then turned it over violently, "But in the end, they still ended up lying on the ground and bearing my output. It's really rare for people like you to shout loudly before saying a few words." "

"You don't have a sensitive constitution, do you? Does your god play so fancy? Do you like to watch an old guy squirt?"

The words in his mouth, combined with the movements of his hands, were undoubtedly full of sarcasm, and at the same time they also provided absolutely sufficient evidence for what Mo Cheng said.

So the shaman, like the countless opponents Mo Cheng had faced in the past, summoned elemental spirits to wrap around his body and launched a destructive charge towards Mo Cheng.

Thunder, fire, storm, earth, the power of the four elements constantly collided with the strong body of the shaman, and then exploded, and then the explosion provided the shaman with even more powerful power.

He picked up the huge totem pole and smashed it towards Mo Cheng. With the pure force of the wave, the totem pole was enough to leave an indelible mark on the mountain for thousands of years.

But a blow that could penetrate the mountain was unable to damage Mo Cheng's dragon scales.

The transparent energy dragon scales withstood the terrifying blow without even a ripple.

Before the shaman had time to be surprised or show any other expression, a fist hit his head. It exploded like a ripe watermelon in summer, and all the blood shot out from the hole in his neck.

The blood sprayed like a fountain, and the height of the spray even exceeded twenty meters.

"Look, I just said you squirted really hard."

After casually taking care of the shaman, Mo Cheng looked at the almost dead Elode believers. At this time, the altar set up by the believers was filled with substantial blood, continuously devouring the corpses on the ground.

Mo Cheng grinned, like a creature at the top of the food chain baring its teeth, "Long time no see, Elold."

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