Soul echo

Chapter 227 Overwhelming

Three horns pierced the scalp and grew out of the forehead.

The swollen muscles propped up the epidermis, making the skin flushed red.

The crimson nails grow from under the skin, but only cover the vital parts, leaving the rest of the body exposed to the air.

After Graham's transformation, the other nobles in the hall roared, and Lilian and Purcell were horrified to see that the bodies of all the people who had used hallucinogens had also changed.

Their changes were less dramatic than Graham's, but just as... gorgeous?
Just when Lilian and Purcell were stunned, Zhong Ye collided with Graham.

The spiritual energy gathered in Graham's hands and turned into a long sword. The great sword slashed down vertically and collided with the spiritual energy sword.

Graham, who was not short at all, became taller than Zhong Ye after his body swelled a circle, and his strength was not weaker than Zhong Ye.

The psychic sword and the great sword were in a stalemate, Graham smiled grinningly, and leaned forward, "Is that all your strength is?"

Several men and women hanging on him rolled their eyes, locked on Zhong Ye, and suddenly flew over.

The cultists in the entire hall rushed towards Zhong Ye's position like zombies.

But at this moment, Zhong Ye suddenly took a step back, losing the support of his great sword, Graham didn't have time to exert his strength, and his body fell forward involuntarily.

A look of astonishment flashed in Graham's eyes, he couldn't understand why the guy could pull away before he could force him down.

His figure staggered, and Graham looked up in embarrassment, only to see swords and swords flickering, and the bodies of several heretics who flew over were split into several pieces and flew past Zhong Ye.

"Lilian, protect yourself!"

As he said that, Zhong Ye bent his legs, locked his eyes on Graham's figure, and ejected suddenly.

Zhong Ye had a fierce fight with Graham. On the other side, Lilian turned over from the table, picked up the dinner plate and threw it out.

Snapped!
The dinner plate smashed into a cultist's face and shattered. The cultist's head fell back, and just as he snapped her head back, a gust of silver light pierced her eye sockets, killing her.

Lilian turned around and pulled out the light sword from the eye socket of the corpse, and the blade slashed at another cultist. A crossbow appeared in his left hand as if by magic. When he pulled the trigger, the arrow shot straight into a The cultist's forehead, the stop effect knocking it to the ground.

Purcell was stunned to see Lilian let the three cultists die instantly on the spot, and suddenly remembered the dangerous situation he was in now.

He gritted his teeth and knocked the dining table beside him to the ground, blocking the advance of the cultists. Then he raised his left hand, and the ring on the index finger immediately burst into light.

boom--

A storm suddenly emerged, knocking all the dozen or so cultists who surrounded them into the air.

The other hand didn't stop either. Along with the sound of chanting, it moved across the air, causing countless ice crystals to form in front of him.

Although you can't kill them, you can hurt them and stop them from moving!
Purcell let out a snarl, and countless ice crystals flew at the same time, falling on the cultists.

Temporarily resolving his own crisis, he turned his head to look at the girl, only to be horrified to see four cultists rushing towards her at the same time.

"Be careful!" Purcell screamed.

Just as he was leaning over to throw the pieces of his dinner plate, two rays of light flew past his ears and inserted into the head of a cultist respectively.

Immediately, Lilian's pressure was greatly relieved. She raised her sword and swung her fist. First, she knocked down one of the cultists, killed the other, and then turned the edge of her sword to kill the one who was knocked to the ground.

"Fight me! How dare you—"

Graham's eyes glared and he screamed, "Distraction!"

Zhong Ye's mind tightened, and he suddenly jumped to the side.

The spiritual energy turned into a substantial shock wave, like a battering ram, blasted straight in front of Graham.

A statue holding a high crystal stood in the way of the shock wave, and it exploded in an instant, breaking into several sections. The wall behind the statue was not spared either, and shattered.

The gravel and smoke flew and fused with the wind and snow pouring in from outside the house, wreaking havoc together.

The whole house shook a few times, but the battle between Zhong Ye and Graham would not stop because of this little situation.

Zhong Ye charged again, swung the sword, and let the moonlight draw a perfect semicircle in the air, cutting towards Graham's neck.

Graham grinned ferociously, and without any protection, he swung the spiritual sword, slashing at Zhong Ye, exchanging wounds for wounds.

The big sword shattered the armor protecting Graham's neck, and slashed all the way down, splitting half of his chest, but Graham handed out the psychic sword as if nothing had happened.

The blade collided with the blade and got mixed together.

Graham was so excited that he exhaled two puffs of hot air from his nose, and couldn't help laughing wildly.

The big sword was still stuck in his chest, and half of his lung had been cut off. The psionic sword and the straight knife were deadlocked in mid-air, unable to advance an inch. Therefore, the cultist swung his fist and hit Zhong Ye's head.

"A mere mortal injury, how could it possibly defeat my faith in my Lord!!!"

Every time he was injured, Graham would take a step closer to the devil, and the blessing bestowed on the cultists by the Lord of Pleasure was that the more injured, the stronger his strength.

From the beginning of the battle to the present, he has been injured no less than a hundred times, among which there are more than a dozen fatal injuries.

——He could clearly feel that he was getting stronger!
Zhong Ye let go of the hilt of the sword with his right hand, grabbed Graham's fist, raised his strength from the ground, from his waist to his body, his shoulders only trembled slightly, and abundant power poured into the fist, and the bones and flesh immediately twisted into a ball. divide each other.

Instead of feeling the pain, Graham felt bursts of pleasure rushing straight to his brain, making him moan involuntarily.

Click!

One of Graham's knees snapped back, and his body couldn't help but tilted to one side. The spiritual sword slid away. He watched helplessly as the blade went up, cut off one of his arms, and then turned back, splitting himself. head.

The corpse with only half of its head left fell to the ground. Zhong Ye kicked the hilt of the big sword, and the moonlight shot out from the corpse and returned to his grasp.

At this time, the 'corpse' suddenly laughed, "It's just fatal..."

The big sword fell and cut off Graham's neck, then Zhong Ye ignored it and turned to look at the hall.

The next moment, his figure disappeared in place, and the moonlight instantly spanned a distance of more than ten meters, cutting a cultist in half.

Lilian finally had a chance to breathe, but she didn't stop. She found olive oil from the dining table and poured it on the cultists. Then she took out the torch and lit a tablecloth. on the cultist, kicking him back to his companions.

Purcell also understood what Lilian wanted to do, and cast a [Grease] at the feet of the cultists. Although these 'greasy' could not be ignited, they could make the cultists fall together!

The flames rose instantly, and nearly ten cult members were ignited at the same time.

After the battle here was over, Lilian turned her head and found that Zhong Ye had already killed the remaining cultists.

Through the blood and broken limbs all over the floor and walls, it is not difficult to imagine what a terrible bloody storm happened before.

Nothing happened during the battle, but after the battle, Purcell's expression changed and he couldn't help vomiting.

Fortunately, the wind and snow had already filled the hall, otherwise the bloody smell lingering at the tip of his nose would definitely make Purcell spit out bile.

Lilian glanced at Purcell sympathetically, and walked to Zhong Ye, "Teacher..."

But Zhong Ye suddenly pulled out a throwing knife from his belt and threw it into the distance.

"No, but..."

As soon as Graham got up from the ground, he was hit in the head with a throwing knife, destroying his brain.

"Why is he still alive?" Lilian felt an indescribable horror.

It turns out that 'immortality' is not a player's privilege?
Zhong Ye walked over in silence, pulled out the throwing knife from Graham's head, took out the blazing glue, and poured it on the corpse.

The flames began to burn, and the rising flames stimulated Graham's pain, making him scream.

But the screaming didn't last long, and he died in the burning again.

Subsequently, Graham lived four times and died four times. He did not come back to life until the fifth resurrection and death.

At this time, all that was left of his body was a mass of ashes.

Lilian and Purcell have been standing by watching, watching with horror.

Glancing at the clump of ashes, Zhong Ye stepped forward, stomped his foot suddenly, and a distorted scream that seemed to come from the void resounded abruptly and stopped abruptly.

After receiving the system prompt, Zhong Ye was sure that the cultist was really dead.

"Let's go." With that said, Zhong Ye turned and left.

Lilian followed. Purcell looked around and hurriedly followed the leaving footsteps.

The doors of the banquet hall opened and closed, sealing all evil and cruelty inside.

(End of this chapter)