I Am Liked by Non-human Beings and Surrounded by Barrage

Unprepared, the mighty Grim Reaper was cut off in the middle by his own fatal blow, and the broken body was then knocked out by Jia Luo.

The Grim Reaper was still struggling. He released all kinds of powerful magic, and even a ray that could kill people in an instant, but all of them were bounced back without exception.

Barrage body protection is not only 100% magic resistance, more importantly, it also has a certain rebound effect, but it does not rebound everything, depending on the angle and form of the attack, it is more likely to rebound like a trajectory magic attack.

The god of death also understood, and no longer used magic, but physically attacked Jia Luo with a sickle.

However, when Jia Luo recited those hymns, the figure of Reaper became weaker and weaker, and his physical attacks were constantly interrupted.

This scene caught the eyes of the banshee, she was horrified to find that the mighty god of death was weak like a baby in front of this mortal.

In the end, the god of death was unable to hold the sickle and fell to the ground.

After Jia Luo saw the barrage and knew this, he immediately picked up the God of Death's scythe, and slashed at the God of Death.

Suddenly, the god of death let out an unwilling howl, his body disintegrated into countless light spots and disappeared, and a book fell from his body.

It seems that he kept the book with him.

At this time, Jia Luo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Regardless of the ease of the action just now, if he hadn't remembered the translation given by Professor Degu, I'm afraid it would not be so easy to deal with Death.

In fact, Reaper will soon discover the magic rebound phenomenon and choose to use physical attacks.

But it was interrupted by those hymns.

"Death is really scary."

Gallo exhaled.

The female reporter and the banshee looked at Jia Luo with weird faces. You beat the god of death to death, and you are still saying that the god of death is terrible.

On the ground, the howling became more and more serious.

Without thinking too much, Jia Luolai picked up the ancient book that was crawling with maggots on the ground. After all, the god of death was covered with maggots. He patted all of them with a little disgust, and then opened the ancient book.

After confirming that it was correct, he said to the female reporter, "Go to the place where the howling sound came from."

Strange effect on Reaper.

It made Jia Luo feel that he had understood it, and he was probably going to read the translation to Professor Degu.

Out of the basement.

The endless monsters seemed to sense something, and rushed towards Jia Luo with a roar.

However, when Jia Luo continued to read the hymns while turning the pages of the book, the monsters rolled on the ground in pain again.

Following the roaring sound, under the leadership of the female reporter, Jia Luo finally found the hall where Professor Degu was.

Professor Degu lay on the ground, vomiting non-stop, struggling with pain.

The blood-like red soaked the ground, as if blood was being spit out continuously, submerging this place, this house, into the sea of ​​blood.

If this is going to donate blood, it will be a lot of money!

Jia Luo discovered that rich people can find ways to make money no matter what.

"Swallowing stars...Professor..."

The man looked at Jia Luo with a painful face.

"Just read the translated content to you, right?"

Jia Luo hurriedly ignored the blood under his feet and came to the side of the man.

"There can be no... any mistakes... need to read it all... I can still control it... you still have time to translate..."

Men are also struggling to contain themselves.

The darkness of waking up from the depths of consciousness through his own sleep made him feel as if his heart was about to be occupied, but he was not an ordinary person after all, and he could still hold on now.

He is buying time for translation...

"Don't translate it, I just read it."

Jia Luo didn't talk nonsense, just opened the book and read it from the beginning.

What I saw was Raliyah's text, but it was seamlessly translated into English in my mouth.

If this kind of trivial matter is not for the "faithful and elegant" pursuit of translation, Jia Luo can directly read it accordingly.

How many things do you think in the scripture he wrote are his own, the text of Raliyah should be copied in vain!

This shows how important learning is.

If you are not good at learning, you will die.

Of course, apart from this insight, Jia Luo also has another insight, that he will never look for a part-time job again in this life.

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Chapter 610 Four, This Is Legal Self-Defense

When the hymn was read to the end, Gallo realized that this poem was not simply a hymn.

This is a very nasty hymn, and in the following sentences, it spares no effort to promote the horror and power of a certain horror king.

It made Jia Luo feel that listening to it play so powerfully, if you don’t believe it, it seems that you are a little sorry for the poet.

But it's a pity that Jia Luo is also a man who runs a cult after all, so naturally he won't be persuaded by a poem to defect to the evil monarch.

Not only was he unmoved by the praised monarch, he even felt a little bit in his heart that this poem could be copied down, slightly changed, and put into the holy scriptures to make up the number of words.

After all, his literary talent is much stronger than him, and he looks very compelling.

Don't look at Jia Luo saying that he is an ordinary person all day long, but from the above things, it can be seen that his thinking is completely out of touch with ordinary people.

When a normal person sees a poem praising an evil monarch, all he thinks in his heart is that this is really a terrible demon. He is either afraid or disdainful. As for Jia Luo, he thinks that this poem is good, and it belongs to me now.

As for the terrible thing that the evil monarch awakens and the world is about to be destroyed described in this poem.

For example, the world will eventually be destroyed, human beings will perish, and all things will perish...

Galo didn't feel anything about it.

Anyway, the set of cults is basically the same, the world goes together, and the family copies.

After all, I want to scare you a bit, so that you guys who are afraid of death can quickly return to the embrace of "God".

Cults all over the world seem to be similar... Jia Luo complained without any fluctuations in his heart.

Of course, there are still heresies among the cults. For example, Jialuo is the boss of the boss, the chief teacher of Baike, so there is no such set of doomsday sayings.

It might be better to say that Jia Luo, who is the grandmother of heaven, is most worried not about the ungodliness of the believers, but about Tai Nima's piety.

Every day grandma posts are not nonsense like you have to be pious, but piles of chicken soup for the soul copied from no one knows where.

From this point of view, this is a pure cult that is completely different from the coquettish cults outside.

This is the progress of the times!

Gallo blamed this on the new evils of the new era... The self-innovation of the emerging sects no longer used the old scaring arguments. This is a cult with more scientific management concepts.

It's a pity that the emerging sect doesn't have any world exchange meetings, otherwise, the self-renovation of Jia Luo's emerging sect... I'm afraid he would be kicked out of the venue as soon as he said it.

Be evil...the emerging sects are stupid, they really don't think of themselves as cults anymore.

However, just when Jia Luo thought it was a cult propaganda poem, he saw at the end of the verse that there was a verse that firmly pointed out that the darkness will eventually sink, and the dawn will rise sooner or later.

The meaning is more complicated and more difficult to pronounce, but thanks to Jia Luo's good literary skills, his simple translation is:

Goblins go away!

Jia Luo was also taken aback after reading it. It wasn't that he was translating blindly, but that's what it meant.

If he hadn't seen with his own eyes that after he finished reading this verse, the pool of blood on the ground disappeared rapidly, the cold wind around him suddenly stopped, and Professor Degu, who was in pain with his hands on the ground, would improve slightly, and the magnificent hall would also It began to be stained with traces of wind and frost, and quickly became a little old.

I'm afraid Jia Luo will doubt what he is reading.

"Is that all right?"

What the female reporter saw was unknown.

Jia Luo just read a poem, or just an English poem, and the matter was settled?

This is too confusing.

The female reporter was very dissatisfied immediately, it might as well be the one who beat that god of death just now to have something interesting to watch.

"probably?"

Jia Luo didn't quite understand and scratched his head.

The banshee who turned from darkness to light is now lying on the ground, tremblingly looking at Professor Degu whose face has returned to calm.

When Jia Luo read the poem, she also suffered great pain, but none of these pains frightened her more than what she faced next.

Wang didn't become the Wang they were familiar with, but he came to his senses.

The ensuing outrage will teach them what real fear is.

"I knew I was not a traitor."

The banshee now regrets that her willpower was not firm at the beginning, and she was casually beaten by this terrible monster (seeing Jia Luo hanging up the god of death, anyway, she dare not call Jia Luo a stupid mortal anymore, what have you seen? Mortals can threaten them with such a large group of monsters, and they will obey without saying a word.

Professor Degu's face was much paler than before, but the majesty in his eyes was completely different from his weak and ordinary appearance.

"Where's Death?"

The first thing Professor Degu said when he woke up was to ask the banshee who was lying on the ground sternly.

"Eh..." Jia Luo quickly looked at the architectural style of this hall, and he had to say that it is nice to be rich, and the decoration is also beautiful.

The female reporter first looked at Jia Luo, then followed his gaze and looked around, pretending that nothing happened.