Through the wrong beauty manga

I saw the blond woman with armor all over her body radiating light, rushing straight into the position like cutting through waves. The beasts blessed by the God of Darkness, as well as the conquered warriors of the cat tribe, were completely vulnerable to her sword. The only effect they had was to slightly delay the opponent's steps. On the other side, the Badvus Magic Tribe gradually stabilized its pace and began to tentatively launch a counterattack. The One-Eyed Cossack knew that he could no longer wait or hesitate, because he must not fail here, otherwise he would probably be the Snowman Tribe himself today. day of destruction

Gritting his teeth fiercely, the one-eyed Cossack turned to a tribesman wearing a robe beside him and said, "Immediately activate the God of Darkness to give blessings, so that the warriors of the Snowman Tribe can feel the power of the God of Darkness. "This tribesman is the newly trained apprentice of Gosol Priest. After Gosol spent a lot of power to kill most of the pterodactyls of the Badvus Magic Tribe and had to return to the Yeti Tribe to rest, he became here. The only person who can activate the blessing of the dark god.

The man in the robe chuckled, and the red light flashed in his eyes, "Of course, my leader, there is no problem." After saying that, the man took out a few black gems from his arms and returned them. There was a short staff with an animal head, and an inexplicable spell began to chant in its mouth.

I don’t know why, when the one-eyed Cossack saw the red light flashing in the opponent’s eyes, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of fear, as if the opponent was a superior, inhuman monster, even here For a moment, he felt a little regretful. Maybe it was a mistake to initiate this last resort.

However, the dignity of being the leader of the clan made the one-eyed Cossack suppress his inner fear and uneasiness, and just nodded reluctantly, "That's good, our warriors will definitely be able to defeat the enemy, and when the time comes, we will definitely obtain more information from the God of Darkness. Many blessings”

After sacrificing a dozen members of the Badvus Magic Tribe who could use flame magic, and adding the entire Dumira Tribe, the God of Darkness finally gave a powerful blessing to all the warriors of the Yeti Tribe. Purple-green patterns appeared on their bodies, and their strength and endurance were greatly improved, so they were able to kill so many warriors of the opponent in the previous raid.

But this is not the strongest blessing from the God of Darkness. Before leaving, Priest Gosol said that if it is inevitable, the strongest blessing can be activated, which is to briefly burn the lives of the warriors to obtain more powerful blessings. Power, and now, the time has finally come

Following the movements of the man in robes, all the warriors of the Yeti tribe on the entire battlefield stopped what they were doing almost at the same time. They couldn't help but moan in agony, and some even dropped their weapons because of the intense pain emanating from their bodies, and even fell to their knees directly on the ground.

Although their opponents were very surprised, because this did not look like an act of surrender, and they had not yet reached the stage of completely deciding the winner. What the warriors of the Yeti Tribe were doing was nothing but the consciousness of being a warrior. , and the long-standing hatred of the Yeti tribe, still made them wave the sharp blade in their hands again after a brief hesitation and surprise. No matter what the enemy's conspiracy was, as long as their weapon was waved, everything would be over.

But they didn't get what they wanted.

A burst of dazzling fire suddenly burst out from the bodies of the Yeti tribe warriors. All those who fought were burned by the flames. They hurriedly stepped back to see what happened. At the same time, a strong smell like rotten eggs quickly spread throughout the battlefield.

Soon the experienced warriors were surprised to find that the smell was the same as the smell coming from some volcanic craters.

When the fire light dissipated, everyone on the battlefield was surprised to find that the warriors of the Snowman Tribe with purple and blue tattoos on their bodies had completely disappeared, replaced by some monsters covered in black and full of fangs.

Their bodies were covered with pitch-black scales, a large number of ferocious bone spurs grew out of their spines, elbows and other joints, and some pitch-black sharp corners pierced their foreheads. The original fingers were replaced by sharp claws that shimmered with cold light, and cow-like hooves appeared under their feet. They no longer looked like humans.

With a distant horn sound, all the mutated Yeti tribe warriors immediately started to move, ruthlessly tearing apart the bodies of their enemies with several times their original strength and agility.

The enemy warriors of the Badvus Magic Tribe suddenly suffered heavy casualties, and the warriors at the rear were also shaken. In the blink of an eye, these original humans all turned into these ugly, demon-like creatures. These are not the demon minions of the steel base, but the real demons from hell.

Margato struggled to resist the invasion of the demons in front of him, but he soon was surprised to find that the strength and agility he was originally proud of were completely worth mentioning in front of these real demons. Although he relied on his years of training Martial arts, he barely resisted the attack, but the warriors under his command were dying and being injured rapidly. If this continues, it won't be long before all the warriors in the tribe will be killed and wounded, and then Badu will be killed and wounded. When the Si magic tribe was completely destroyed.

Margato raised his spear and once again blocked the enemy's claws, but the powerful force still caused him to be knocked two meters away. His internal organs were severely shocked and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful. blood. At this time, he finally felt desperate, "God, I hope I can be loyal to you again in the next life..."

Above the sky, Reinhardt kept watching quietly.

Of course, he was not completely ignoring the casualties below, but more importantly, he was analyzing the truth of the whole thing and the reason for the appearance of these half-demon.

And to be honest, few members of the Badvus Magic Tribe believe in him devoutly. This is probably because they all possess a certain amount of magical power. And they had offended themselves even more before. They did not participate in the Holy Ceremony in time, and they did not even send an envoy there. Although I knew it was because of this sudden war, it didn't mean that I really didn't mind. What if all those people who didn't believe in me died?

However, seeing that Margato was in danger, Reinhard decided to take some action. This young master of the Badvus Magic Tribe should be the most devoted person to him in their tribe.

And on the other hand, although the coalition forces led by Shanna, the Saint of God, faced mostly warriors from the Cat Tribe who were conquered by the Yeti Tribe, there were also a small number of warriors who directly belonged to the Yeti Tribe, and there were also many mutations. Half-demon, they also encountered danger. Those warriors were very devout in their beliefs and should not lose too much. But even if he takes action, he should not take action directly. At this critical moment, Shanna should be given a chance to perform. After all, according to his plan, he will leave this place soon, and the entire wild continent will be greatly affected. It has to be left to Shanna to manage it. God cannot always stay in the world and stay with his followers.

Reinhardt stretched out his right hand, pointing one finger at Shanna, the Saint of God, and the other finger at the man in robe next to the one-eyed Cossack, the leader of the Yeti tribe.

Shanna was fighting bravely, using her armor and weapons to resist these mutated half-demon, when she suddenly heard her brother's voice in her heart, and she immediately became more excited.

Shanna slashed forward with her sword, cutting an enemy in half who was charging at her with sharp claws. Then she raised the long sword in her hand high and pointed it straight at the sky. She also drank sweetly, "Fight bravely." Well, devout believers of our God, because all your heroic performances will be presented in the eyes of God, which will determine your position in the God Realm after your death."

As Shanna shouted, a bit of white-gold light burst out of the air and landed directly on the top of her long sword. Then the dazzling white-gold light quickly spread to the entire battlefield.

Facing the same light, everyone reacted completely differently.

The half-demon mutated by the Yeti tribe warriors seemed to have been splashed with sulfuric acid, and their scales were corroded rapidly. Although they tried their best to emit bursts of black mist, in the face of these lights, they could not It was completely useless, and soon their scales were corroded into tatters.

But those warriors who believed in the God of Glow had their strength and agility greatly increased. At the same time, their bodies were also plated with a layer of platinum armor. Those demons that were originally difficult to fight with all their strength could now be challenged with confidence. They suddenly Their morale soared and they began a brave counterattack.

At the same time as the change occurred, the one-eyed Cossack, the leader of the Yeti tribe, was also looking at the battlefield with a shocked face. He never expected that following his orders, the tribal warriors he was so proud of would turn into this. They look like humans and beasts, and they are even uglier than the beastmen wandering in the jungle.

Such warriors, even if they really survive, can they continue to give birth to children and increase the population of the Yeti tribe?

"Ah" the one-eyed Cossack who was in a state of shock suddenly screamed, and then he saw a dark sharp claw on his chest, which was holding a bleeding and beating heart. , that is your own heart

The one-eyed Cossack tried his best to turn around to see who had attacked and killed him, but as his heart was taken out, all his physical strength seemed to be exhausted. Even if he turned around, he could not do it at all. Not here. But the voice from behind told him who the enemy who killed him was.

"Hey hey hey, I just used you to delay time. Now that the work on the other side has been almost completed, you only have one use value left, and that is to start killing for me and provide me with a larger-scale blood sacrifice. "A cold male voice sounded from behind the one-eyed Cossack.

The one-eyed Cossack immediately realized in his heart, "It's that black-robed priest, that apprentice of Gothel priest, damn Gothel, does he want to usurp his rights?"

Seemingly understanding the one-eyed Cossack's thoughts, the man in black robe continued, "Don't worry about Gothel, he is one step ahead of you, because his body is the basis for my coming to this world, haha Ha ha"

After hearing what the other party said, the one-eyed Cossack finally felt some regret in his heart, "Damn it, maybe I shouldn't have believed in the god of darkness in the first place..." This was also the last thought of the one-eyed Cossack, and the man in black robe had already pulled it away. out of his heart.

He pushed the one-eyed Cossack's body aside casually. The man in black robe opened his mouth and licked the bleeding heart in his hand, and then he let out a very happy moan, "Ah, it is worthy of the hard work of a strong warrior. It is really enough." It's delicious. How long has it been since I tasted it? But it doesn't matter. Although the development of things is a little setback, I have come to this continent now. As long as I successfully summon the ancient demon god, not only this continent, but the entire earth will become me. The hunting ground. I will not only be the demon king Belasco in the border of hell, I will become the master of the entire wild continent, and even the entire earth. It is not in vain that I have spent so long time and expended so much strength. Come and confuse these idiots, hahaha"

"Yeah." Just when the man in black robe looked up to the sky and smiled, full of endless expectations for the future, a white-gold light suddenly appeared out of thin air, directly piercing through his robe and his body, and its remaining power remained unabated. It violently hit the ground behind him, sending the man in black robe flying directly, and then a large amount of gravel smashed towards his head and face.

"puff"

The man in black robe suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and then he struggled to get up from the ground, looking around angrily, "Damn it, it's the power of light again, damn you guys, even the Lord God is dead. , if you don’t stay in your own territory properly, you dare to come here to sneak attack on me, Velasco.”

This pure power of light is the deadly enemy of all demons, the power unique to those angels who are always aloof, and Belasco will never mistake it.

However, since the battle with the Cosmic God Group a thousand years ago, all the gods of the heaven system have been killed and injured. They can't even barely maintain their territory from being invaded by the eager demon gods. How could they suddenly appear here? , and if the protection built by the Cosmic God Group on his wild continent was so easy to break through, he wouldn't be the first one to come in in thousands of years.

As for the wound that penetrated his chest, it didn't matter. Although it was not his original body, it was still okay for him to use dark power to keep him alive for the time being.

A faint male voice rang out, "I should have thought that besides you demons from hell, who else could be covered in this sulfurous smell?"

Velasco was about to ask a question, but then another white-gold light appeared out of thin air, and this time it contained more than several times more energy than before. The strong confrontational energy directly annihilated Velasco's His body didn't even have the slightest ability to resist.

Above the sky, Reinhard glanced at the battlefield below. After being amplified and weakened by the light he had given, the coalition forces had the upper hand. Victory was only a matter of time, and he no longer needed to pay attention. What he needed to focus on now was something else. Although he had just easily killed the man in black robes, he felt a slight fluctuation of consciousness flying straight to the southeast, where the Snowman Tribe was reported. The location of the lair. Listening to what the devil who called himself Velasco just said, he is probably planning some conspiracy, and he must stop him.