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Chapter 356 Xiaohu’s secret weapon!
In the courtyard of the expo, a section of black drainage pipe suddenly rose from the ground.

At first there were only one or two, and gradually there were more than ten people, and a stream of people like a tide rushed out of the pipe.

Some of them were well-dressed, and one could even tell their previous status and jobs from their clothes, but their eyes were dull and they held weapons in their hands that did not match their attire.

Some of them were in tatters, not only were they naked, but even their skin and flesh had fallen off, revealing their dark brown bones and dark grey organs.

Wordsworth's cult has been lurking for ten years under the guidance of the gods, and countless ordinary people have been transformed into puppets during this period.

In the minds of these people, they were still sitting against a big tree, enjoying music and wine in the company of a kind god. The next second, more than a dozen hideous monsters appeared on the lake in front of them.

The one walking in front had wounds so deep that the bones could be seen all over his body, and blood was constantly flowing down. His head looked like a demon from hell, with no skin revealing the bright red flesh inside.

monster!

The gods in the illusion handed over gorgeous and sacred weapons. They were holy spears and holy swords blessed by lightning and fire. As long as he picked up these artifacts, he would be filled with power.

They were fearless and attacked the monsters opposite under the watchful eyes of the kind gods.

But in reality, there is indeed a "monster" standing in front of them.

The sky was gloomy and drizzling. Lin Brown was standing on the grass. He had taken off his hat, windbreaker and suit, and was only wearing a white short-sleeved shirt commonly worn by sailors.

At his feet was the small weapon bag he usually used. Lin Brown first reached into the deepest compartment of the bag. At this moment, his palms were filled with cursed nails.

Like a farmer spreading fertilizer, Lindbergh threw his nails around his body.

Looking at the roaring waves of people running towards him with saliva dripping from their mouths, he laughed from the bottom of his heart, laughing so hard that tears almost came out.

What a wonderful stage! Look at the expressions of those guys. They are bewitched by the gods. There is not a trace of emotion on their faces, let alone pity. I will stab the knife into their bodies and crush their internal organs without any hesitation.

Come on, a little more, it would be better if you chop me into a pool of mud, and then see if that damn evil god can resurrect me and work for him.

"Mr. Lin Brown, there are too many people. Should we...?"

The investigator behind him was already scared out of his wits and whispered a suggestion.

"Marquette has gone to the nearby sheriff's station to ask for help. He only needs to hold on for a few minutes, and support will be here soon.

If you can't hold on any longer, just retreat to the corridor of the lounge and deal with it. Don't worry about me!"

The nearest enemy was only a dozen meters away from Lin Brown. Lin Brown picked up his deer hunting rifle from his feet and fired forward!
The air was filled with gunpowder, the smell of earth on a rainy day, the smell of gunpowder from firing guns, and the stench of blood instantly ignited the nerves of both sides.

Lin Brown first knocked down seven or eight enemies with his gun, then decisively switched to double swords and rushed forward.

Deep inside the venue, Shi Weitian’s other companions are also fighting the enemy. Everyone, I hope everything is well with you, and I sincerely hope that you will no longer see me resurrected after the battle is over!

……

In the Yellow King's dream, Milly Tang was held up on a giant tree. She lay face down with her eyes closed, trying not to let any light leak in through the gaps in her palms. At the same time, she had taken off her windbreaker and covered her head with it to block out the sound from the outside world.

She didn't dare to cast any forbidden spells in an attempt to block the overwhelming force of the gods. That was a crazy idea that was overestimating one's own abilities.

The battle that took place in the dreamland at this time was something that even Millie Tang had never heard of in her mother's narration and the records in ancient books.

Even though the sound and sight were blocked, there was still an inexplicable sense of vibration that struck Millie Tang's soul through every pore.

A deep fear and despair arose in Milly Tang. This fear had nothing to do with any visual symbol. It was an instinctive fear deeply rooted in the human soul.

Besides Millie Tang, Ling'er was also one of the witnesses in the dreamland at this time.

The little girl stood by the lake. The biting cold wind blew up the hem of her black skirt and messed up her pigtails. Her black hair was scattered, and seemed to blend into her inky black pupils.

Ling'er stroked the coarse mane of the blackbird beside her. The blackbird trembled beside her. When the battle started, it was ready to escape with its unparalleled speed, but it didn't expect to be...

The blackbird looked at Ling'er cautiously. It was caught back by this god whose status was no less than that of its master. Now it could only stay by the side and become a little pet that was stroked by others.

The fire and the gravel as big as millstones on the battlefield would crash towards him from time to time, and the blackbird was so scared that it shrank its neck. Fortunately, Ling'er was standing next to him. From time to time, a layer of silver light would appear beside her to eliminate the aftermath of the battlefield. Ling'er didn't plan to come in at first. What did the grudge between the witch and other pagans have to do with her? But her silly brother was obedient and rushed in.

Originally, Ling'er didn't take this childish farce seriously. If her brother wanted to save a mortal, it would just be a matter of raising his hand.

But then, she felt an unusual breath outside the dream. No, in addition to her brother, a powerful god also appeared in the dream and overwrote his will over the original dream.

It's a bit unusual... You know, in the eyes of gods, the secular affairs between humans are like two nests of ants fighting over a piece of bread crumbs. No one would care about the deployment of the ants under their feet.

That is... this god was summoned by mortals through a mass ceremony?

Not really. Even if this person wanted to arrange a forbidden mass, it would require a lot of effort. The sacrifices and materials are not something that ordinary people can prepare in a short period of time.

Thinking of this, Ling'er stepped in and witnessed everything in front of her.

On the lakeside, the two gods confronted each other with the pure power they were given at birth. Floating in front of the castle was a huge humanoid creature.

His appearance is still gradually changing from human to monster.

The huge body was wrapped in a bright yellow robe, and the robe was bulging underneath, as if countless giant octopuses were hiding inside and struggling with each other.

Countless thick tentacles emerged from the hem and cuffs, the narrowest part of the tentacles was thicker than the stone pillars in the palace behind the King in Yellow. They flapped up and down, as if they also had an irrepressible desire for the battle before them.

On the other side, his brother was floating in the sky. Compared to the King in Yellow, his brother was obviously wilder and more unscrupulous. His true colors were completely revealed.

A huge irregular ellipsoid floats in the air. Its black skin surface contains vigorous vitality. Various deformed organs and strange plants that cannot be named are breathing and spreading on the skin. A huge eye is located in the middle of the oval.

Its hexagonal pupils were black, rolling restlessly back and forth between its heavily wrinkled eyelids, and dark green liquid flowed down the folds of its eyelids.

Ling'er folded her arms and admired the duel in front of her. If she intervened, the entire dreamland would be blown up by the overabundant primordial power in the next second, and by then, the entire planet might disappear into the universe.

Besides, if I wait until my brother is in a passive position and then help him, I'm afraid he will find it difficult to refuse the offer to go to the Lost Sea.

So Ling'er just stood by with her arms folded, stroking the bird while watching.

Above Lake Hali, the Yellow King and Little Tiger were still engaged in a contest between gods. Even though both of them had revealed their true forms at this point, what unfolded at the beginning was a contest of ideas.

Madness and destruction, growth and evolution, two pure desire consciousnesses are colliding with each other in the invisible air.

This contains tens of millions of years of experience and understanding of both sides. If one side overwhelms the other, the battle is over.

But it is obvious that the status of the Yellow King and Xiaohu does not allow them to take a step back in their ideals.

The algae floating in the lake were broken into pieces by the crazy destruction, and then injected with the vigorous vitality of life and began to grow again.

The clash of ideas between the two ended in a draw. Since they couldn't overwhelm their opponent based on original desire, they could only crush the opponent's body with force!
The two gods were like the most primitive life forms, devouring and wrestling with each other.

The huge tentacle rolled towards Xiaohu, and Xiaohu bit it off with the bloody mouth evolved on his body. For a moment, sand and rocks flew everywhere, and huge waves more than ten meters high were raised on the lake. They were obviously supreme gods with ancient wisdom, but now they were fighting like wild beasts.

Under the hood of the Yellow King was a pale mask, but at some point, the mask disappeared quietly, leaving nothing underneath.

There is nothing in there. The King in Yellow once crushed civilization and swallowed up the starry sky, and all the dust that turned into garbage returned to it, content with extinction.

Not good! Even Ling'er, who was by the lake, clenched her fists when she saw the nothingness behind the mask. A small silver book appeared in front of her. Maybe it was time for her to take action.

The next second, the nothingness under the mask suddenly spewed out golden burning flames. The flames fell on the lakeside. The stones, trees, and creatures in the lake were all ignited by the flames. The flames first burned in their bodies, and then splashed out along the cracks in their bodies, continuing to contaminate and burn everything around them.

The dreamland is filled with the wails of all things before they go crazy!
This fire will burn everything to ashes, and make everything suffer the pain of madness before it dies.

Xiao Hu was still floating in the air. He had learned a lot in recent times. At this moment, a roar suddenly came from inside the huge filthy oval:

“I want to bloom!”

(End of this chapter)