Chapter 188 4.48 The Third Entry

Open your eyes again, when the thick darkness dissipates

It's the familiar blood mist again, and it's an isolated island in the boundless ocean. The hermit crab's bulky shell is now gone. The 6 fallen titans that also disappeared stood majestically in the red soil. They died in the first round of attacks after Qinghe Zhenren revealed his true form.

It was that sword attack that was like the breeze blowing on the face, smashing 6 fallen titans with one knife, and also cut off his right arm.

At this time, his right arm was still empty. A faint bloody mist emerged from the wound, and he felt no pain in this space. However, the arm he lost did not grow back naturally.

What happened just now?

I seem to remember throwing away the bloody axe, then opening my big mouth and biting the man's head. Now re-entering this [Petri dish], could it be that

Sure enough, after walking for more than ten steps, he saw Qinghe Zhenren hidden in the puppet. Loki gently touched the "puppet" in front of him with his remaining left arm. He was surprised to find that this thing was exactly the same as a real human being in terms of touch, skin texture and shape!

Not only that, after searching for a long time, he didn't see any "mechanical" seams. From the outside, this integrated design is almost indistinguishable from a living person.

This kind of technology was unheard of in the 21st century before he traveled through time.

Opposite Master Qinghe, stood another figure. That was Gu Changqing, the pre-Qin Qi refiner who had been living in this petri dish for a long time. At this time, Gu Changqing's skin had turned red, bathed in a faint blood light in the blood mist.

He stayed in the blood mist illusion for a long time in the state of soul body. He breathed the mist containing the spiritual energy of the blood-colored Creator day and night. At this time, he was almost "transformed".

(From this point of view, for a 'mortal body' like me, the bloodline of the Blood Creator can still be 'manually transformed'. But for Qi refiners like Gu Changqing who have cultivated to the realm of 'Da Luo Jinxian', they Unable to transform his soul, he can only let the boundless blood mist slowly erode him.)

The slender wrench rose again from beneath his feet. Loki looked to the sky speechlessly and shouted: "Brothers, won't we finish the fight?"

Through two battles with Leviathan and Qinghe Zhenren, he realized the importance of the Fallen Titan. This thing is extremely useful in actual combat as a kind of mechanical cannon fodder that always faithfully executes orders. But now, all 6 fallen titans are dead, and Qinghe, who he tried his best to defeat, is the only seed that can become a fallen titan.

Under such circumstances, the Scarlet Creator actually wanted Qinghe and Gu Changqing to engage in a battle between Nascent Soul Stage monks and Daluo Jinxian. This was like an adult beating up a baby, without much suspense.

After waiting for a long time, the three people above the blood mist showed no intention to stop him. Instead, the wrench was raised three feet again, almost reaching his face.

In desperation, he moved the wrench. This is where the battle between the sword cultivators of the Tang Dynasty and the Qi practitioners of the Pre-Qin Dynasty begins.

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At the same time, Hanshui Village.

After sleeping all night in a comfortable guest room, Mohrantin woke up and found that his shackles had been lifted. It was a fat English monk who lifted his chains. If I remember correctly, this guy’s name seems to be ‘Francis’.

But now this man was so frightened that he lost his human form. He squatted in the corner, holding the Holy Cross tightly with both hands, and his whole body was shaking like chaff.

After asking several questions in succession, Mohrantin did not receive any answer and could only walk out of the guest room with a confused look on his face.

As he walked out of the door, the smell of blood hit his face. The corridors of the castle and the banquet hall were filled with broken arms and English soldiers who died tragically. Walking out of the castle, the center of the village has turned into a bloody hell!

All the flesh and blood on the bones of the two giant dragons had evaporated. Two white bones stood silently on the spot, with layers of English soldiers piled up around the bones. The corpses lined up by the soldiers had almost filled the square in front of the castle, and the blood flowing from the corpses could even gather into a river, dyeing the port not far from the village red.

Large groups of crows, vultures and even wild wolves smelled the smell of flesh and blood and came one after another.

It’s not just Hanshui Castle Square. When the massacre began, many English soldiers tried to escape into Cahon, where the residents of Coldwater Village lived. However, this kind of semi-underground residence with a door height of only 2 meters is extremely difficult to break into. As soon as countless soldiers put their heads in, they were immediately beheaded by the Viking hunters guarding the door! There is a mountain of corpses piled in front of almost every Cajon door.

The corpse of old Bernard, who had exhausted all his tricks, was stacked in the center of a large pile of English soldiers. Last night, when the blood mist was rising, he touched the edge of a cajon in the darkness. He shouted his name and climbed in. Unexpectedly, he was chopped down by a strong Viking man guarding the door. head.

According to his calculation, ordinary Hanshui Village villagers would definitely let him in when they heard his name. But against all odds, he never imagined that he would actually try to crawl into Sanchi's cajon.

As the only enemy of Duke Bernard in the village, when he heard this voice, he chopped off the old Duke's head with an ax without even thinking.

Mohrantin covered his mouth tightly. She didn't understand how everything in front of her happened, but this village that was almost soaked in blood undoubtedly told her that everything in front of her was not an illusion.

Last winter, it was said that this man had used 30 Viking hunters to defeat 500 Viking shield axemen and won the victory. If that was a victory won by reasonable tactics and united determination, this time, Loki only used more than 300 women, children and hunters in Hanshui Village to kill 1,500 fully armed English soldiers and three dragons.

Such a record is no different from magic!

Of course, Hanshui Village also paid a huge price for this.

After entering the church, Mohlanting found that almost all the survivors in the village gathered here. They stood silently behind several white-robed monks, praying for a dozen wounded people on the beds. Jerome, Lawrence, Katya, and Fafna, the backbone of Hanshui Village, fought bravely last night, and almost all of them were seriously injured. The few remaining holy bishops, the chosen ones under the "Holy Light Path", are doing their best to treat them.

But the most important village chief is still missing.

Also missing is Loki's daughter Sophie. But Sophie was very busy at this time. Nefertiti was controlling Sophie's body and making this Anubis warrior in full swing.

"Little sister, we've made a fortune tonight!" The thousand-year-old Zongzi's tone revealed full excitement. In Sophie's bedroom, seven Jindan sword cultivators were lying neatly on the floor. Nefertiti was holding the Anubis Scepter. The Anubis Golem on the top of the scepter had opened its mouth, and dark magic potion poured out of its mouth and poured into the body of each sword cultivator wrapped in bandages.

"These demigod bodies with sufficient psychic energy are the best containers for making 'Anubis Warriors'! After all, these powerful creatures between life and death can only use their own bodies to resist the impact of the water of the Styx. We need them to be in a state between life and death at all times!"

"Only warriors with strong psychic energy can produce a sufficiently rich 'death energy'. Although the death energy will erode their bodies, it is also the source of Anubis' release of undead magic."

I hope all seven of them can successfully resist the erosion of the dark potion. Hehe, 7 Anubis Warriors, I was not as rich as I am today when I was a pharaoh in my last life!

If we had these 7 treasures last night, how could we not beat the old guy who controlled the black sword!

"What a pity! That's a good seedling that could become a 'Hidden Servant'!"

"But, Dad"

"Haha, what dad? Dad! The whole village is looking for your dad. One more or one less won't make a difference!

It's the right thing to follow your sister and make Anubis warriors! We women are not vassals of men in this world. Only by having a skill in this chaotic world can we better protect our families and keep our positions!

After a few years, when your bastard brothers and sisters are born, you will naturally understand this truth!"