this is my ark journey

"The closer you are, the greater the impact. What is this thing?" Ren rushed forward quickly, and the big sword killed two people one after another. The monster with blood-red eyes looked terrifying, but Ashes was the least afraid of it. kind of beast.

There was no exquisite coordination and tried-and-tested skills, but they only knew how to rush forward with enthusiasm. Some people even took off their heavy armor and roared there. As a result, Ren passed by and chopped off his head with a sword.

"It's not as scary as I imagined. The biggest ability is to increase the power of Sarkaz and confuse the enemy." Ren was grateful for his decisiveness just now. When the mercenaries pushed to the edge of the woods to form an formation, this mindless beast would die more or less. .

The key is him!

Ren looked at the tall figure on the altar, and the 24 Sarkaz with blood-red eyes beside him had reached the limit but did not move.

Under the blessing of the altar, each of them is at the centurion level, and what's even more frightening is that they can still maintain 'sanity'!

"But I'm not the only one who wakes up in this bloody frenzy!" Ren suddenly slowed down, and another knife quickly slashed into the scattered army. It was the Lateran.

They had no infected people, so naturally they would not be affected by Originium skills, and even made rapid progress behind the enemy Shi Lezhi, rushing to within [-] meters of the altar in the blink of an eye.

Da da da......

The sound of gunshots continued, and the crimson warlock propped up a round of transparent shields, shifting his gaze from Ren to these Lateran people.

"God's lackeys, you always like to disturb me." Esteban whispered, he had been attracted by Ren just now.

There is actually a non-infected Sarkaz, which is beyond common sense, and even made up his mind to capture him and immediately return to the tower of Letania to start research.

"If it wasn't for the banshee family who taught me the ancient witchcraft, who would want to go back to Kazdel, that's all, if you kill you, the contract will be completed."

He stretched out his staff and roared.

"My toys, tear them apart!"

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Not right.

Mostima slowed down and looked around, only to see that the army formation that Sarkaz was proud of had become disorganized.

There are soldiers all over the mountains and plains, running around like headless chickens, their muscles bulging, hacking and killing.

"What the hell are they doing?"

"Xiao Mo, don't stop, charge forward, and kill that person!" Lei Miaoan's urgent voice came, and the calm girl's facial muscles were twitching, and she shouted at the bewildered subordinates around:

"That's the lingering poison of the Witch King! The lingering poison of a person who learned the altar witchcraft of Sarkaz! He must be killed!"

The poison of the Witch King?

The pupils of the Lateran soldiers shrank sharply. They were the sinners of Laitania. Their Originium skills could control the infected, causing countless havoc on the earth, and they were driven to extinction by the twin queens decades ago.

I didn't expect to meet in Kazdel, not only that, when the two kinds of witchcraft are combined, the consequences are unimaginable.

If this thing appeared in the center of the mobile city, the sharply increased concentration of origin stones would create a large number of infected people, and then these puppets would multiply, which could be called a man-made natural disaster.

"It is the responsibility of the people of God to eradicate sin!"

The Laterans were so angry that they charged before they had time to put on their protective equipment, and then saw twenty Sarkaz rushing violently.

"Alternate shooting!"

Da da da - da da da!

The sound of the gunshots was crisp, and the blood of those Sarkaz berserkers was splashed everywhere. A thin layer of light armor couldn't stop the bullets at all, but their footsteps were actually faster.

"Guards, step forward!"

The Liboli soldiers in heavy armor marched forward in formation, cutting down neatly with their axes and spears!

Here it is!

There was a sound of metal cutting flesh, and the stumps were flying in the air with blood, but those berserkers remained silent, even if one hand was cut off, the other was also cut off violently.

"what!"

The screams made one's scalp numb, the claws tore apart the human body and armor, and some Li Boli were even torn in half. With just such an impact, they broke through the guard's ax and spear array.

"What kind of monster is this??" Mostima was also taken aback. She had blown off half of the berserker's head with a shot just now, but the monster still killed his comrades.

"The aftermath of the Witch King can turn the infected into puppets without consciousness or emotion, and these Sarkaz are amplified by the altar, so of course they become monsters!" Lei Miaoan gritted his silver teeth lightly.

Knowing no fear, no feeling of pain, coupled with the strength of a centurion level, it is enough to sweep a large group.

"I've never heard of any warlock who can use two completely different origin stone skills." Mostima shot continuously, and swept off the legs of a berserker. The latter was bleeding all over the ground, but he was still crawling towards forward.

"Maybe he is of mixed blood! Xiao Mo, find a way to send me there!" Lei Miaoan didn't explain too much, and walked forward with a blunderbuss similar to an M870 shotgun.

"Roger that!"

The blue-haired girl smiled, followed behind her friend, rushed forward three steps, shrank suddenly, and a mutilated corpse flew over her head.

She lay prone on the ground, and tongues of fire spewed out from the muzzle.

Da da da!

With the standard three-point shot, blood burst from the Berserker's chest. Inertia pushed him back a step, and he turned his head to avoid the third shot. Before he could fight back, he saw an afterimage sliding towards the ground.

boom!

Lei Miaoan raised the gun, and the large-caliber etched bullet blasted the berserker's head into a rotten watermelon. She continued to slide before the corpse fell down, pushed the bullet into the chamber with a 'click', twisted her body, and fired while avoiding the stabbing of the hook claws. bullets.

boom!

The sound of bone cracking sounded, and the two lower legs of the second berserker were all broken, and it lost its balance and fell forward until the cold muzzle was stuffed into its mouth.

"Goodbye~"

Da da da--

Mostima smashed its head to shreds, and stepped forward against the corpse. She felt the shriek behind her tear through the protective clothing. She didn't look back. The next moment, the M870 was placed on her shoulder, and the sound of the gun was loud. Her ears were buzzing.

"Xiao An, you almost deafened me!"

"Stop talking nonsense, continue!"

With a tacit cooperation, the two entrusted their backs to each other, as if nothing could stand in front of them, and after a few meters forward, Lei Miaoan shot several times at the altar.

boom! boom! boom!

The etched bullet hit the transparent shield, and Esteban looked at the two Sakota girls indifferently, but did not launch a counterattack, showing a cold smile under the mask.

Yes, a little closer!

If the bullets were not powerful enough, they could only approach them. Sure enough, the unstoppable duo rushed within 20 meters, and he directly raised his staff.

Several incomplete berserkers in front of him rushed forward, as if they were going to be meat shields, and the skeleton on the top of the staff gave off a coquettish red light.

Corpse explosion!

"Back!" Realizing that something was wrong, Lei Miao'an hurriedly stopped, raised the muzzle and knocked over one end, but the rest were still rushing forward, their bodies glowing red.

The stopping effect of the gun for point-and-shoot shooting is not very strong. Mostima did not retreat but moved forward, firmly blocking her companion behind her. She gritted her teeth and saw the berserker getting closer. As soon as she raised the gun, her eyes flicked away. to a blush.

call--

The flames came close to the ground, and people in strange armors passed in front of them. The line of fire remained in the air, and the berserkers who had been cut in half exploded one after another.

Boom!

Flesh and origin stone dust splashed in all directions, and the shock wave pushed Ren to the two of them.

"You..." Lei Miao'an opened his mouth wide and looked at the tall figure. The explosion just now was a common move of the Witch King's lineage. It was more like an infection than an explosion.

Let the non-infected become infected, let the infected become puppets, even Sakota, who is blessed by God, will be infected, this Sarkaz is simply seeking his own death.

"Heh, you really got the bait, obediently become my puppet." Estevan raised his staff for the third time, and then froze in mid-air.

Without connecting to the circuit, the other party still doesn't have the slightest breath of Origin Stone...

how can that be! !

A ray of cold light shot straight at the door, and he leaned over to dodge in some embarrassment, and quickly gathered the remaining four berserkers in front of him.

Tsk, the reaction is quite fast.

Ren curled his lips. He did feel a breath of origin stones visible to the naked eye just now. They poured into his body and were burned without a trace in an instant.

"Follow me!" Taking advantage of the enemy's defense, he looked at the girl in front of him again.

"He must be killed!"

"There's no chance." Ren grabbed the two of them and ran eastward. Just as Lei Miaoan wanted to resist, he saw that almost all the subordinates he had brought were killed.

They were torn apart without leaving a whole body. The fluctuation of the Witch King's skills had stopped, and the Sarkaz soldiers who regained their consciousness were rushing to fight back. Their muscles were swollen, and they had obviously eaten BUFF.

"Who are you?!"

"Tower of Babel belongs, their enemy, your friend." Ren didn't make a long speech, he had never heard of the Witch King, so how could he get entangled with the other party, besides, the purpose of his intervention was to be interested in Sakota.

Perhaps the name of the Tower of Babel played a role. The two girls stopped resisting and rushed out on the blood-red mud.

"Stop them!" Estevan had a hideous face on his face. When he was dodging, he was ready to fight back, but the bastard retreated immediately without giving him a chance.

"We can't stop it." A centurion came to him, his face was pale and almost collapsed, and his eyes were quite unfriendly.

"You used the Witch King skill in Kazdel, do you want to start a war with His Highness?!"

Nobody likes being manipulated, especially by someone other than Kazdel.

"Trexis would not have sent me here if he wanted to start a war. After all, it's not that you are too useless!" Estevan cursed hysterically. go.

"Catch those people first and force him back!"

Boom! !

Before he finished speaking, the violent explosion made him swallow the words back to his throat, and a mushroom cloud sprang up in the forest, needless to say, it was W's handwriting.

Incompetent rage, absolute incompetent rage, the warlock's expression changed one after another, and he pointed to the east again.

"Chasing, chasing, I want that person!"

An existence that cannot be polluted by Originium, he seems to have found the key to unlock the final research of the Witch King.

But none of the soldiers moved, and everyone stared at him coldly.

"I will leave the skills of the Witch King to Kazdel, you lackeys of Tracys are satisfied." The warlock's tone became colder, as if he had seen through the thoughts of these people.

There are infected people everywhere in Kazdel, and they are all powerful infected people. When the Witch King was around, he was salivating, eager to build a large number of undead army here.

Temptation, aggression, differentiation...

She tried all means, but that woman Teresia would only kill all the minions of the Witch King, and it almost became a horror story in the tower.

Time flies, the Witch King dies, and the heroes fall, Tracy will not refuse this kind of battlefield magic.

The hostility in the centurion's eyes dissipated, and he nodded with a smile: "You have to hand it over to the marshal and study it in depth."

marshal?Was it a nobleman?Dirty Dog, he really saw the potential of Originium Arts in mind control.

Esteban's face was full of disgust. He could use the altar to trigger the instinct of the infected, and it was even more effective against Sarkaz. Who knows if the end point will be mind control.

The aristocrats used this skill to say that they could not make Tracys a real puppet.

As a scholar, he doesn't care about Kazdel's political game, as long as he grabs that man and slices it for research!

"Okay, it doesn't matter who you give it to, I just want him!"

puff!

As soon as he finished speaking, hot blood sprayed the warlock's face. He looked at the centurion inexplicably, and saw a blade protruding from the latter's chest.

The assailant stood right behind the centurion, and there was the sound of swords being drawn around, chopping up some soldiers who were still in a daze.

"Your Originium skill is really interesting." The attacker wiped off the blood on the knife, took off his helmet, and revealed a gorgeous face.

With black hair, black eyes, purple lips, and long curving horns, a woman about 30 years old is obviously expressionless, and her every move is fascinating.

"Tracey's shadow army?" The warlock squeezed his staff tightly, ready to leave at any time.

"Hmm." The woman smiled, the corners of her mouth were cracked, and her tone of admiration seemed crazy.

"But you can only hand it over to His Highness, our glorious master!"

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The sky has completely dimmed, and there are continuous hills spreading in the middle of Kazdale. Under the red moon, two light circles are looming.

Holding the loaded gun, Lei Miao'an raised and lowered it several times, staring fixedly at the back in front of him. The man in the pointed helmet walked slowly, cutting off the thorns on the road with a beautifully shaped knight's sword.