Enthusiastic bosses never take dogs lightly

When Diablo received the report from Risut that he found a strange stone statue on the seventh floor, he realized that there should be another sect silently mingling in the crowd. In fact, this is not surprising, after all, the evil It is quite normal for believers, who are usually silent, to suddenly die a big death.

So he took out all the explosives he could find on the boat, and quietly placed them next to the stone statues. At that time, no matter who wants to make trouble on the seventh or eighth floor, they only need to detonate - medicine will do.

Should it be said that it was the end of the century in 1999?

What kind of monsters and ghosts really came out.

Diablo thought with emotion, the movement of his hands did not stop at all, but he emptied the magazine in a moment.

He threw away the pistol casually, knowing that he didn't let Diablo come up now, and compared to the Crimson King with healthy hands, his Necronomicon stand-in used to have four hands, but now two of them have been ripped off. When they got down, there were still two books tied up and forced to hold the books. If he wanted to change the magazine, he could only rely on the chain, and the chain was not human hands. He thought he could not do such a delicate work, so he just ignored it.

It’s not been a day or two since he fought this damned cult. After so many years in the Dunwich Church, he has somewhat grasped his ability. For example, they know that Diablo can see what will happen in the next ten seconds. things.

For a sect that believes in Yog-Sothoth, they can find countermeasures for any ability involving time and space. Time and space are the authority held by their gods. Anyone who wants to control these two abilities should be eliminated.

Therefore, for Diablo's epitaph, they already know that when fighting Diablo, they will deploy a special enchantment that confuses time, making the ability to predict the future unusable.

After encountering this kind of thing a few times, Diablo no longer let Diablo go online when he was fighting with the members of the Dunwich Church, and he just ignited the flame of death and rushed to fight.

Diablo can't only rely on the power of the Crimson King, his own flames of the sky are also very powerful in battle, especially when he bought a weapon that increases the effect of the flames of death at a high price from the Avengers Prison ——Firearms powered by the flames of death will not be sold, after all, they are the secrets of the Avengers Prison——Afterwards, if the parts swept by the flames of the sky do not use special power to counter them in time, there will be It must be petrified.

He stepped forward quickly, swung the knife with his left hand, and the blade ignited with the flames of death easily cut off a slapping tentacle. As the blade flew, the short knife less than 30 centimeters in length was instantly exchanged to his right hand.

Diablo's right hand took the dagger and swung it out vigorously. The flame accompanied by the light of the knife directly cleared away a piece of disgusting stuff that would make people lose their sanity when they saw it. The wrong body twisted the opponent's arm into a weird shape.

Before the opponent screamed, Diablo had already stepped forward, and with his right hand holding the dagger, he punched the opponent's face fiercely. The fist hit the opponent's face, directly smashing out several of his teeth .

"Stop him, stop him quickly!" the archbishop ordered loudly, fine tentacles began to emerge from the wrists of his hands, and the extremely unusual new "hand" quickly grabbed the book, turned around and ran out.

Diablo knew very well that the opponent wanted to retreat now, and after they were out of his sight, he would really be unable to catch them by running somewhere to open a portal.

Diablo sneered, did he think he could escape like this?The flame of death energy in his hand erupted with all its strength, and the huge explosive force erupted forward along the light of the knife, like a fire knife forming a huge flame of death energy, blasting away all the enemies in front of him. Things, without the slightest hesitation, he rushed straight in the direction of the archbishop.

However, the words of the archbishop still had an effect, and the spells of the cultists nearby were cast on Diablo who was advancing rapidly. In just a moment, Diablo felt a strong sense of nausea and dizziness.

"Tsk!" The discomfort brought by the spell made Diablo stop, but what he did the most during those crazy years was to adapt and endure. He forcibly ignored the abnormality in his body and still refused He chased after the archbishop relentlessly, and at most threw a flame of death in the direction of the person who was suspected of chanting a curse on him.

At the same time, the output of the flames of death energy increased under his feet, and the extremely powerful flames of the sky pushed him into the air.

Countless tentacles shot straight at him from the ground.

At this moment, a very strange feeling came suddenly, causing Diablo to be distracted for a moment. A gray-white space appeared in front of his eyes, but he couldn't move.

"This, this is?" Diablo reacted to this familiar strange feeling. Didn't he feel this in Cairo, Egypt many years ago? The ability to time? !

I just hope that the guy with this ability will not be a cultist.

The thought flashed in Diablo's mind, the gray world receded, and he continued to fly forward.

"You bastard, don't come here!" The archbishop shouted loudly with a distorted face, while rushing towards the outside of the room, even if he fell into the sea, it doesn't matter, as long as he can avoid this bastard After chasing him, he can use teleportation spells to send himself to the underground church of the Dunwich Group in the United States.

"Drink!!!" Diablo didn't bother to pay attention to him. He yelled loudly and exploded the flames of death qi with all his strength. His whole body was like a ball of fire burning at high temperature, hitting the archbishop with incomparable precision. body.

"NOOOOOOO!!!!!!" The archbishop watched the "Necronomicon" start to burn again in Diablo's flames, ignoring his wounded appearance, and hurriedly tried to save the book.

The cultists around him also rushed forward and hugged Diablo tightly.

"Get the hell out of here!" The dagger in Diablo's hand exploded into astonishing flames again, cutting off all the people around him, and continued to swing towards the "Necronomicon" firmly.

The knife flashed, and the "Necronomicon" that was being held by someone was cut in half by Diablo, and the pages of the book were scattered from the center cut, and the moment countless pages were scattered, the gray world once again appeared. Advent.

Diablo's eyes saw the content on the page somewhat uncontrollably, and a lot of profane knowledge began to squeeze into his head.

"No, now is not the time to interpret this." Diablo's head was thinking quickly, but his body was uncontrollably memorizing these indescribable knowledge, "Hey, this is... this is this , do your best to remember this!"

The gray world disappeared and reappeared, Diablo tried his best to memorize the spell regardless, and when he could move again, he burned the flames all over his body with all his strength.

The soaring flames swept everything around, and the pages of the book, which had a thick cover that could stop the flames from burning, were easily ignited and burned.

Seeing this desperate scene, the archbishop couldn't even yell "NO", he gave up the urge to roar, and turned to look at Diablo with deadly and hateful eyes.

"This is the right way." Diablo coughed, and the adverse reaction of the curse finally broke out. A part of his body began to age rapidly, and a large piece of flesh and blood became rotten.

This feeling was extremely bad, even if he used his vitality to fill it up, the over-accelerated part of the flesh and blood would consume his vitality continuously, so he simply reached out and directly dug away the piece of flesh and blood.

When the flesh and blood fell to the ground, it had turned into a dark mass with a rancid smell.

Before he could clean up the many rotten parts of his body, the archbishop in front of him had reached out to him desperately, and the soaring tentacles entangled him and himself fiercely, while the archbishop was still chanting Indescribable spells.

Beside him, the remaining cultists also began to chant spells towards him. Although they didn't know what they were chanting, if they were hit, the fate could be imagined.

"Really, I have no intention of dying with you!" Diablo narrowed his eyes slightly, and when the other party was about to finish chanting, he opened the door directly.

These cultists only know that he has a certain degree of time ability, but they don't know that he also has the power of space.

The door opened on the archbishop, and Diablo walked through it directly, and the archbishop, who had suddenly lost such a huge piece of his body, fell down before even finishing his last words.

Diablo came out from behind a cultist and stabbed him in the head with a knife, "I'm sorry, but it's time to end!"

After the strong flame flickered, the whole room fell silent again. Diablo hissed and screamed in a low voice while pulling away the rotten flesh on his body. People don't get better so easily.

Even if it absorbs a new wave of vitality, the place that should hurt will still hurt.

However, cleaning up a bunch of cultists in Dunwich made Diablo feel very happy now. He gritted his teeth and tore off the blood-stained suit and threw it away, waiting for the large and small wounds on his body After growing up, I went to the vicinity to search for something to change. After all, the wave of meat digging that was cruel to me just now had my clothes torn to pieces.

However, as soon as he looked down, he saw Jackson's head not far away looking at him with a weird and pleasant look.

Of course, that head is already dead, so...

Why did Jackson show that look before he died?

Diablo frowned tightly, and he felt that something was wrong.

"Damn it, that Fukuliang otome hasn't made a move yet." He smiled wryly, stopped resting, and began to run quickly towards the cab.