blogombal Chapter 683
Chapter 683
"Beast!"
"Beast!!!"
"You demons, die a miserable death!!!"
In the scorched wilderness just a line away from the Blood Demon Camp, the cold wind howled, and the honest-looking young man had disheveled hair, half of his face was stepped on by a black boot in the mud, his limbs were bent, bones were sticking out, and his clothes were pierced red.
His eyes, stained with mud and sand, were full of scarlet bloodshot, and he roared heartbreakingly.
"Do you still have humanity!!"
"Humanity?"
A cold and cruel evil laugh sounded, and the black and red boots that stepped on the young man's face lifted up and trampled, and spun around and crushed him fiercely. It turned out to be a Blood Demon Cult alienated believer with black lines all over his body. He bared his sharp teeth with black mucus flowing, and made a disdainful and happy sound.
"What is human nature?"
"A weak burden!"
"Haha, what we have now is divinity."
The blood demon cultist stepped on the young man, raised his arms, and looked forward enthusiastically:
"Now..."
"It is the moment to witness our divinity."
"Beast!!!"
The young man struggled desperately, staring at the front.
There were two blood demon cultists covered with strange black lines. One tore the body of a half-grown baby, and the claws transformed from his palms threw the baby's head left and right.
The other blood demon cultist tightly grasped the head of a white-haired old man, turned his head to the direction where the baby's head was being played with, and killed the person.
"Grandson..."
"Grandson..."
The white-haired old man shed tears of blood and his heart was broken.
His son and daughter-in-law, a small soul master family, had been devoured by this demon.
"Old man, why are you crying? Don't make things difficult for me!"
The Blood Demon cultist slapped the old man in the face, forcing him to watch. He said to the cultist on the opposite side: "Throw it over here, let me play with it."
Seeing the baby's head being thrown,
the old man's pupils dilated.
The Blood Demon cultist took the head and threw it, and suddenly frowned:
"Tsk, old man, your grandson's head is not round."
"Bang!"
The mutated black claws instantly crushed the baby's head.
Blood, flesh and brains splattered on the face of the crazy old man, and the old man's face froze.
"Give me back my grandson's life!"
"You deserve to die!"
"Yes, it's this taste of hatred that makes me feel divinity!"
The Blood Demon cultist took a deep breath, and his black-lined face was full of intoxication.
He grabbed the old man's white hair and dragged him all the way to the young man who stepped on the ground. He could see broken limbs and debris all around. The clothes were similar to those of the young man and they were slaughtered.
"Your so-called righteous path, isn't it to protect the continent, to protect all living beings, and to annihilate our Blood Demon Sect?"
"You are so weak, what can you protect?"
The Blood Demon Sect member laughed happily, venting his perversion and madness: "Speak!!"
"Tut——"
He spit a mouthful of mucus on the old man's face,
and crushed the young man's already broken palm with his foot.
"Ah!!!"
"Ah!"
The young man's anger was extinguished by a mouthful of sticky phlegm. He wanted to fight, but he couldn't fight anymore. His internal organs were shattered in the battle just now.
"I will cut off your body and see my divinity!"
"Long live the Blood Demon Sect!"
The three Blood Demon Sect demons made fanatical and bloodthirsty sounds, and raised their claws at the same time, wanting to completely devour and absorb the last two old, weak and sick people.
The old man was in tears,
The young man roared helplessly,
Luo Fanchen's eyes in the sky just happened to see this scene, and his pupils suddenly shrank. A nameless anger rushed from his abdomen, and his chest was about to explode.
"Blood Demon Cult!"
"I"
"Fuck"
"You"
"What!!!"
"Die--"
The phoenix in the sky screamed, and the dragon roared.
The magnificent and terrifying blood burst out, turning into a blood-colored angry dragon that fell to the ground like a meteorite nuclear bomb in the blink of an eye. The three blood demons felt the terrifying oppression and looked up suddenly.
"Who will send--"
They waved their arms to resist, and before they could say the word "die", the "meteorite nuclear bomb" fell with a bang.
"Bang!"
The earth trembled, and the soil and rocks collapsed.
The three blood demons screamed together, their bodies exploded, and flew out.
The young man whose dignity was trampled into the mud and the white-haired old man who lost his blood relatives, trembled in their hearts and looked at the deep pit of violent blood in front of them.
I saw a figure with light and dark dragon wings spread out, stepping on a phoenix, wearing an icy silver mask, and the eyes were full of murderous intent.
"Benefactor!"
"Please, please, kill them, kill them, ah..."
The white-haired old man knelt on the ground and kowtowed frantically, as if he wanted to smash his head.
He was the patriarch of a small family of casual soul masters in the White Tiger Empire, but now his family has been destroyed in just half a year, and everything has been destroyed.All the beauty was shattered, ruthlessly trampled by war.
"Be careful!!"
"They have tricks!!!"
The dazed young man suddenly shouted, nervously looking behind the man.
The three blood demon cultists whose limbs were shattered and blown away by Luo Fanchen, countless black silk threads flew out from the broken wounds of their torsos, connecting the broken limbs, pulling them back, squirming and gathering together, and bursting out five soul rings stained with tricks.
The young man himself was a five-ring soul master, a centurion in the Feng camp, and this time he led a team to gather intelligence. All nine team members were four-soul soul masters, and all died in the hands of the three weirdnesses at the moment of contact.
Through the insults of the demons, he realized that
someone in the camp might have leaked the direction of action of more than one of their teams, and used the old people and children who were kept in captivity in advance to fish with open cards.
He fell into deep self-blame, soft-hearted and wanted to save people,
he underestimated the cruelty and trickery of the battlefield, killed his teammates, and it was too late to regret.
As the young man shouted and warned, three black-striped demons came over with a grim smile.
"Another one comes to entertain me."
"Boom!"
Luo Fanchen stood still, and the three blood demons grabbed a layer of dark power with their claws, making a harsh friction but unable to break the defense.
All of them trembled violently and stared.
The young man and the old man also stared at this scene, and they knew exactly how terrible these three demons were.
They seemed to be soul kings, but in fact they were so weird that even soul emperors could not compete.
It was precisely because of this that
the blood demons could win with fewer people and even gain an advantage.
But this adult who suddenly appeared made it impossible for these demons to break the defense?
The flame of revenge suddenly burned in the hearts of the old man and the young man.
The silver mask that seemed angry and timid was cold,
The eyes behind it scanned the broken arm debris around,
The combat uniforms were almost uniform, and they were warriors who sacrificed their lives on the front line.
Now they are...
But they are all dead.
They died at the hands of these mutant cultists. They are no longer worthy of being called human beings,
but...
Demons!
When it comes to demons, Luo Fanchen has no morals in his heart, only murderous intent.
"Bang!"
The earth and rocks exploded, and the figure disappeared, leaving only two deep pits.
The young man's blood-stained pupils shrank,
Seeing that the silver-faced figure was extremely fast, with a punch as fierce as a dragon's roar, cruelly blasting the head of the first blood demon cultist.
Then, in the second demon's horrified eyes, he smashed his chest with a punch, shattered his heart, and pierced through his back. His palm released the light of the wandering dragon soul-devouring, and he forcibly pulled the third demon over, his five fingers turned into dragon claws, and crushed his throat.
"Beast!"
"You should die like a beast!"
"Immortal?"
"That would be great."
The cold and murderous voice resounded all around, and even the demons couldn't help but tremble.
Luo Fanchen wore a cold silver mask, transformed into a blood-thirsty star, and constantly destroyed the bodies of the three demons. Every punch was fatal and every move was cruel.
The old man and the young man bit their bleeding lips tightly, tears flowing...