The World is Sick

The corpses that were still twitching their muscles fell down, and the sea water that was slightly thinner was once again dyed red.

The old hunter couldn't help but took a deep breath of the smell of blood in the air, as if he had drunk a sip of mellow wine.

The face of the suspended murloc bishop trembled violently, and his eyes looked sadly at the similar corpses washed by the waves.

"I ask you, where is the body?"

Geman cut a tiny wound on the old murloc's body with his sickle blade, and the gushing blood made him feel a strong excitement.

"Star Clock Tower... Star Clock Tower... Blasphemous murderer, bloodthirsty demon..."

"The shameful man will be punished by God, in the name of the wrath of mother Kos..."

The murloc bishop closed his eyes and murmured, repeating his sad and resentful whispers.

Geman grinned ferociously, and his ten fingers moved excitedly, as if expecting the answer.

"Wrong answer!"

In an instant, the cold sound of judgment sounded, and the old hunters, who had been waiting a little impatiently, rushed into the crowd of aborigines and dragged out those degenerates with alienated organs again.

Wailing everywhere, blood spraying, the suspended murloc trembled violently, leaving two lines of muddy tears in the old eyes.

"Demons, you are demons..."

"continue!"

This time, Geman no longer concealed his bloodlust, and once again sent a group of aborigines to the butcher's knife.

"May your souls return to the embrace of mother Kos, and let us embrace the Son of God again..."

The old murloc groaned in pain and could only keep praying.

But at this moment, the bloody hunter followed the murloc bishop's gaze and dragged out a frightened boy from the crowd.

"I'll ask again, where is the body?"

Ludwig frowned slightly, wanting to stop his old friend from going too far, but when he looked back and saw the pile of bones behind the cliff, he silently withdrew his arm.

Heresy, after all, is heresy, and deserves no mercy.

On the field, the funeral blade in Geman's hand suddenly swung down, and the whimpering sound was sharp and ear-piercing, like a ghost crying.

"Stop it! I say it! I say it!"

The old murloc's psychological defense was completely defeated, and he screamed in pain.

The cold sickle stopped at the boy's throat with a slight difference, piercing a dark red bloodstain slightly.

Geman turned around with a deadpan face, feeling a little dispirited, as if he didn't want the old murloc to succumb so soon.

The murloc bishop, who could no longer hold on, closed his eyes and chanted a series of dry words, and a series of white bubbles rose from the sea in front of him.

Dozens of murlocs carried the silver-white body of the ancient god to the shore solemnly.

The pale corpse was put back on the beach, and the murlocs with strange symbols painted on their bodies bowed their knees and bowed to their gods.

Seeing the hand gesture behind the leader, the old hunters around them jumped up instantly, chopping dozens of murlocs ashore, grinning grinningly, and chopping them into pieces of meat.

The murlocs seemed to know their fate, and they never stood up to resist.

The aborigines in the center huddled together, crying and struggling with each other.

According to the accessories and vague features on their bodies, some of those murlocs and degenerates were their parents and some were their husbands, but now they were corpses everywhere.

"Enough! Enough!"

"You've already got what you want, and the rest are children who don't understand anything and women who don't threaten."

"They have never touched their hands about living sacrifices. Please stop killing them and let them go."

The old murloc howled and begged in pain, scratched his chest with his sharp claws, and peeled off the scales bloody.

"If that's not enough, take my life too!"

"laugh!"

The murloc bishop closed his neck and eyes, hoping to use his own death to preserve these unmutated Innsmouth bloodlines.

However, the sickle slashed by the bloodthirsty demon unexpectedly cut the rope and set him free. He even patted himself on the shoulder affectionately to comfort him.

"As long as you hand over the body of the ancient god, I promised not to kill you..."

The old murloc had mixed feelings, he crawled on his knees, hugged his terrified grandson in his arms, and couldn't help crying bitterly.

Immediately, when he wanted to take the boy's trembling head into his arms to comfort him, amidst the sharp whimpering sound, the confused and thin head raised high with a cloud of blood.

The bright red blood was poured on the astonished face of the old murloc.

"why why!"

The murloc bishop frantically hugged his grandson's headless corpse, howling in pain.

"I only promised not to kill you, I didn't say not to kill him..."

Geman stepped on the rolling head with one foot. While grinning grinningly, his right foot exerted strength, and the still-developing skull shattered, and a large group of red and white things in the cavity splashed all over the old hunter's body.

"Old...teacher..."

At some point, his lover Maria appeared on the top of the cliff, looking at this cruel and bloody scene, his face was full of disbelief, and his eyes were full of strangeness and alienation.

Behind the huntress, dozens of children rescued from the fire and ruins were blocked by Ludwig's disciples.

"Demons! You demons!"

"I curse you! I curse you!"

At this moment, the old murloc, full of grief and indignation, hugged his grandson's corpse and threw himself into the belly of the ancient god Kos.

He poured blood onto that silver-white belly, and murmured strange incantations in a gloomy and dry tone.

In an instant, the corpse of the ancient god, which had been moistened by blood, erupted with a dazzling silver-white halo, gathered powerful vitality in the abdomen, and gave birth to a deformed fetus in a burst of rhythm.

Immediately, a sharp howl broke out, and the pale child with the placenta attached to his navel jumped tens of meters in an instant, and flung out the arm that dragged the bone spur's arc-shaped blade.

The two old hunters caught off guard were cut into four obliquely, and the pink intestines slipped from the abdominal cavity.

Everyone felt as if they were facing an enemy, and a tragic atmosphere filled the air, and the war was about to break out!

Chapter 1198 Chapter 150 Ancient God Umbilical Cord (two more)

"Keep your distance! Stop this thing!"

Seeing that the pale, emaciated, malnourished posthumous child of the ancient god was about to charge into the crowd of hunters, Ludwig pulled out the moonlight sword from behind and threw out a bright arc of light.

"Boom! Boom!"

This deformed Son of God has the keen intuition of a wild beast, screaming and shaking his right hand, with a pink follicular bone blade on the surface, which forcibly resisted Ludwig's sword light.

However, due to the holy attribute of the Moonlight Holy Sword, this caused the follicles on the bony blade to burst several under the shock.

The monster also staggered back under the force of the shock, spraying dirty blood all around.

The experienced hunters in the vicinity took advantage of this gap to either pull out their muskets and shoot, or dragged a bone saw knife to divide and attack, or held a sickle blade to attack left and right.

Under the endless vicious attacks, the posthumous body of the ancient god staggered, screaming more and more mournfully.

But on His body, the number of wounds continued to increase, and the filthy blood sprayed wantonly, dyeing the sea red again.

However, this is the son of the ancient god who was born after all. Not only does he have extraordinary self-healing power, but his speed and explosion are even more astonishing.

If it weren't for Geman and Ludwig's two top combat powers as the forwards, the team would have already fallen apart under the impact of the Son of the Old God.

However, even so, the bone knife, which was short and long, and whose trajectory was completely unpredictable, caused all the hunters to suffer, and basically everyone was injured.

As the Son of God turned into black mist, dodging dozens of spell bullets and Ludwig's moonlight sword light, the pale figure suddenly gathered behind an old hunter.

"puff!"

The Son of God waved his left hand, and the white bony spur on his forearm, which resembled a shark's fin, directly cut off a part of the old hunter's arm.

The hunter screamed and covered his wound, staggered and fell into the group of aboriginal captives.

The Son of God on the outside subconsciously stopped, and the bone knife that hit the old hunter's head was also abruptly withdrawn.

Geman narrowed his eyes, and immediately understood the weakness of the monster, and immediately threw out a captive, forcing Kos' posthumous son to withdraw his killing move halfway, and took the opportunity to save the old hunter.

The rest of the combatants, inspired by it, immediately jumped back to the group of captives after being injured, drank blood bottles to recover from their injuries, and continued to fight with wheels to consume the monster's physical strength.

Under the despicable siege of human beings, the already malnourished Son of God wailed like weeping, and the white radiance surging from his body surged toward his back.

In an instant, a pair of broken white wings stretched out from the back of Kos Orphan.

At the moment when the monster soared into the sky, Geman and Ludwig's hearts were beating wildly, and they suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis, and they immediately flew back.

And as the two opened the distance, the silver-white halo that appeared at the feet of several hunters exploded at some point.

The ferocious thunder instantly roasted those old hunters who had no time to dodge into charcoal, while the surrounding aborigines were unharmed.

This sudden blow really moved the old hunters' hearts, but Ludwig and Geman, who were experienced and experienced, saw the weakness of the monster after the outbreak, and instead of retreating, they advanced.

The two tumbling to avoid the swing of the Son of God, the moonlight greatsword and the funeral sickle criss-crossed, cutting the already damaged wings.

However, the moment he got up, the orphan of Kos wailed in grief and anger again, and the terrifying arcane energy gathered.

As the pale monster stepped down with its right foot, fiery red explosions surged from the ground to the surroundings, and the shock wave immediately sent Ludwig and German flying.

"teacher!"

Seeing that teacher Geman was in danger, Maria could no longer stand by and drew out her weapon, the fallen leaf, and jumped forward, inserting the sharp blade into the back of Orphan Kos from behind.

The monster turned its head in astonishment, and uttered a miserable cry at the huntress. Its eyes, like those of a human baby, were filled with puzzlement and sadness.

However, Orphan Kos's expression only lasted for a moment, and the funeral sickle raised high took the opportunity to step forward and cut open his abdomen.

Ludwig followed closely, stabbing the moonlight sword into the chest of Orphan Kos, pursing his lips and twisting.

"Wow!"

The baby-like sobbing sound shook, and the hearts of the three of them constricted suddenly, and a strong sense of disgust and dizziness arose in their minds, and their bodies were blown away by the diffused energy.

Kevin shot one after another, blocking the pursuit of Kos Orphan, and catching Maria at the same time, then pretended to be exhausted, and retreated to paddle.

Geman and Ludwig adjusted their postures, and after landing, they ejected and rushed out, and the hunters who came back to their senses immediately started strangling.