A single chopstick can be easily broken in the hands of ordinary people, but when the number becomes ten, most ordinary people will be helpless, just like the current situation—
One or two vines and thorns are very simple and easy to face a strong Sun Yao level undead servant, just like the chopsticks that were broken at will; but when the number of vines and thorns becomes hundreds , Thousands or tens of thousands? The answer is obvious!
It was like a green ocean, and in an instant, the nine solar-level servants were submerged!
Even these solar-level undead servants were tightly wrapped around their bodies, and even if they struggled with all their strength, they couldn't break free; especially after the joints were entangled by these plants, the strength of this struggle was immediately reduced to a torrential one. The point that people ignore - although it is a corpse, its activities still rely on the joints and ligaments activated by the power of death. Even a body that has been strengthened by the power of steel cannot break away from this category.
Without any lingering, with the help of [Nature's Aid], Ye Qi easily made these plants give him a gap that could allow Yan Mo Dao to penetrate into the armor—then, he raised the sword and dropped it; Before more undead servants below the Sunyao level arrived, Ye Qi managed to get rid of all nine Sunyao level undead servants as expected; come out.
Originally, at this time, Ye Qi wanted to bless [Rotting Capsule] again to gain a faster speed and deal with these solar-level undead servants in the shortest possible time. But obviously it's not needed now—
Thank you for your help!
Next, please stand back!
Faced with such a situation, Ye Qi did not forget who helped him, and once again thanked the surrounding plants—although even the druid girl said that plants do not have thinking; but this does not hinder, Ye Qi Even if the other party can't remember this thank you at the next moment because of lack of thinking; but this does not mean that Ye Qi can not say this thank you.
After all, the ability to remember is innate to these plants and cannot be forced. But thank you is what he has to do—whether he is a demon hunter or an ordinary person, this is Ye Qi's own bottom line.
Compared with the difficulty in communication at the beginning, at this moment, after receiving Ye Qi's message, these plants immediately understood, and retreated quickly—almost two breaths later, the vines and thorns all disappeared. In front of Ye Qi, if it weren't for the presence of these existences on some branches. Ye Qi couldn't imagine the scene like a green ocean before.
Looking at the undead servants approaching under the sun, the electric spark in Ye Qi's hand flickered again—
everyone. Since I saved [Rotten Sac] once, then I will replace it with [Chain Lightning] for these guys, as revenge for your companions!
The words that the plants couldn't figure out were transmitted from the bottom of his heart, and the lightning stream shot out from Ye Qi's hand with a crackling sound.
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This, what's going on here? !
The warden of the Holy Prison stood there blankly, looking at the situation in the distance - the flying vines and thorns, which looked ferocious like pythons. It was impossible to break free and suffocating; the situation at this moment seemed to return to a roundup of the druid sect that he participated in thirty years ago!
That day, also in the dense forest, as an ordinary priest with a knife, he saw with his own eyes that countless colleagues were hung up by vines and strangled to death in the next moment; they were attacked by wild beasts and torn to pieces; Manipulation' got away with it; in hindsight. Being treated as a scapegoat, he was directly sent to the Holy Prison, where he got the first turning point in his life: countless corpses of different levels.
He was tortured for thirteen months. But it was also these thirteen months that made him change from a small star-level apostle to a solar-level existence-that kind of hearty breakthrough and advancement is simply unimaginable for ordinary people; As a Yao-level powerhouse, when he became the executioner of the Holy Prison, everyone's eyes widened in surprise.
To this day, the warden still remembers how surprised, unbelievable, and ashen-faced those colleagues who pushed him out as a scapegoat; and he also remembers how he got All of this - Druidism!
For this sect that made him get everything today, the warden doesn't have any good feelings in his heart—although his strength has made unimaginable progress and has reached the world's admiration, but this does not mean that he has forgotten the pain he has suffered : Flogging and branding are almost inevitable appetizers every day. The only water they can drink is the excrement liquid of all living things, and the food they eat is all kinds of corroded corpses.
Don't get me wrong, what he can only eat is what is left by others, what he is least willing to touch - pale bones, blackened internal organs that are bleeding out of pus...
The place to sleep is in a pile of corpses, and you need to be on guard against other people's attacks from time to time-the jailer of the holy prison, except for daily whipping and scorching, basically dare not do anything; naturally not To attack your own prisoner; the only one who attacks the prisoner is the prisoner!
In order to eat fresher meat, or to satisfy a shady lust, or even just because he wants to attack...
In short, any kind of reason can make these well-dressed priests and priests who entered the holy prison become inferior to wild beasts; at least, wild beasts will also have warmth; and here? To live just to live, to die just to be food? That stuff is so expensive!
As time goes by, more and more corpses provide him with advanced power, and his strength is getting stronger day by day; but the warden at that time did not show it immediately. In the Holy Prison, he was beaten and insulted In addition, the most learned thing is forbearance; endure everything until the strength can break through everything - and the fact proves how correct the warden's thinking is; when he showed it in the holy prison. After that solar-level strength, his 'sin' was pardoned; the position of a regional archbishop beckoned to him.
However, he was rejected by him, and he chose to stay in the Holy Prison as an executioner—for Moran, who discovered how his abilities grew rapidly, is there any better place than the Holy Prison? Even if it does not see the sun all day long, it is full of rotten meat, corpses and bones, and all kinds of prisoners who have been tortured to the point of distortion; but this does not mean that he will choose to leave.
Because, in the Holy Prison. The thirteen months spent as a prisoner have made Moran understand that his own strength is the most important; only with strength can he do what he wants to do; for example: to find those colleagues who framed him Revenge, find revenge on the Druids who have caused everything now.
The former, with a smile, was thrown into the Holy Prison by him; there, there would be more people who would entertain these colleagues with unexpected punishments for him; as for the latter? The other party is like air, it feels everywhere, but it can't be seen.
until a few years later. After seeing the girl with long black hair and black eyes, Moran found a clue—although he wished to use the most cruel method right now. He tortured and killed the girl in front of him; but the more tyranny in his heart was suppressed by reason, "What's the point of being patient in order to find the other party's camp?" ' With this in mind, Moran approached each other as a 'friend'.
Looking at the other party taking in all kinds of stray animals and planting all kinds of flowers and plants in the humble back garden - every day, Moran told himself 'I will wait until the day the other party tells the truth! '
Then, he really waited!
Without mercy, a Druid camp was completely slaughtered; however, the happy and comfortable mood did not appear; looking at the other party's unbelievable eyes and sad expression. Moran didn't feel like he got everything he deserved; he just felt more angry and needed blood!
Why are you not on my side
With such a shout, Moran directly swung his sword and stabbed at the opponent; at that moment, a tone full of ridicule and disdain sounded, even today, decades later, Moran still I remember clearly that at that time, the man he regarded as his lifelong opponent was carrying a broken sword. The appearance of standing in front of him.
"If a man does something to a woman, he will be punished by God! If you add the women and children you slaughtered before, then you really deserve to die!"
Blindly arrogant tone. A guy who doesn't even know what he has experienced, what qualifications does he have to judge everything about himself
Anger filled Moran's chest. He was very blunt and fought with the opponent without any hesitation—the opponent was very strong, and he was the most powerful opponent Moran had ever seen after becoming a solar-level powerhouse; strength, speed His strength, physical strength, and sword-wielding skills are all the strongest he has ever seen; the two fought from noon to night, from night to the next morning, and then at sunset the next day, the winner was determined. burden.
All the servants were destroyed, and he was exhausted, so he lost a move.
"I have the blood of a giant dragon, otherwise, I will lose! Forget it, this time it will be a tie!"
With such words, the other party was carrying the broken sword like this, and was about to leave staggeringly, but after only two steps, he fell to the ground; and the chess piece that he thought was completely used, but At this moment, he stood up, picked up the opponent's long sword, and walked towards him.
Hmph, the consequences of a momentary mistake!
You should be dropped first!
Moran looked at the girl who walked in with disdain, and finally closed his eyes; however, he didn't wait for the sword in his chest, but just drew the blade across his neck gently—"I know Moran, is dead! ' After leaving such a sentence, after bandaging the wound on his chest, the other party took the bastard who fell to the ground and left like that.
After that, a heavy rain poured down.
The smell of blood faded in the heavy rain, and the red color melted into the soil. In the coming year, a brighter green will surely bloom there—after all, it is a bloom at the cost of life.
Moran was washed away overnight in heavy rain until people from the Holy See found him.
Then, he became the warden of the holy prison, stepped on the corpse of the old warden, and sat in the position of the warden; at that moment, the figure forged by power and strength was feared and revered by countless people— Just like that Moran looked at the figures of those big men back then.
but. The warden no longer cares about this, he only cares about strength!
Finding his opponent and killing him requires strength—this was the warden's realization after failing for the second time; the speed at which the opponent's strength grew was far beyond his imagination, so he had to work even harder. Countless strong men became corpses in his hands, and countless corpses became his experimental materials.
Among them are his blood relatives!
Those are just products of power. How can he be called his blood relative
Therefore, everyone's disgust and fear about this are dismissive to the warden.
Then, he became more and more bloodthirsty—because he needed to find a way to defeat his opponent; and the way of 'corpse manipulation' would definitely dance with the loss of life.
But what is this
As long as he can defeat his opponent, what is it
Your deaths are all insignificant. Just like Moran back then!
With such thoughts in mind, the figure of the warden became more and more mysterious. It was extremely frightening; even the guards of the Holy Prison no longer dared to look directly at each other's figure, and only dared to silently watch the warden's feet on the floor.
Breaking through the solar level, as the warden expected, was very easy, but after entering the solar level, he felt the gap between him and his opponent more and more; therefore, he had to work harder So far, such efforts have prevented him from taking a single step out of the Holy Prison in twenty years; Received the letter from Iyeta.
For Iyeta, a brainwashed idiot by the so-called god, the warden has no interest, but the other party's letter made him interested-the disciple of the old opponent, even the 'son'!
Such news made the warden, who had not left the Holy Prison for twenty years, appear on Lorant, and came towards his goal—looking at the familiar black hair and black eyes. He didn't understand the murderous intent welling up in the warden's heart, he only thought it was because of his old opponent.
Even this moment is no exception!
I am going to kill you! Kill you!
Facing the [Plant Control] ability that clearly belonged to the druid sect—the most instinctive idea came out of the warden's heart!
As for the previous capture
For the warden. It was too easy to change his mind at any time, and he was not that idiot Moran.
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The servant of the undead under the sun retreated from the forest like a tide, which surprised Ye Qi, who was flickering with electric sparks in his hand, and then quickly followed up - just in time, after leaving the forest, I can be more free. Leaving those undead servants of the Sunshine level, these undead servants under the Sunshine, with the speed blessed by [Rotting Capsule], are not to be feared at all!
After getting help from the forest, feeling the joy and fear from the bottom of his heart, Ye Qi couldn't ignore the existence of these plants at all, and let go of his hands and feet to fight these undead servants who no longer had the solar level; therefore Even if he guessed that the other party was retreating because he was worried about being attacked by these plants again, Ye Qi still followed him out; after all, no matter how difficult it was, the demon hunter did not use his comrades as a shield.
What's more, what kind of difficulties are these undead servants under the sun at this moment
Aside from going out a little more, what is there to praise
Moreover, in terms of numbers alone, how could he, Ye Qi, be afraid of other people!
With a shake of the windbreaker on his body, Ye Qi stepped out of the forest, looked at the five hundred undead servants in front of him, and the warden standing in the middle of these undead servants, looked at Ye Qi couldn't help but smile on the gloomy face of the other party, very happy - being able to deflate the existence above the sun several times, Ye Qi certainly has a reason to smile happily, and Ye Qi thinks that he will smile even more in the future happy.
About a hundred yards or so away...
There are more than thirty solar-level undead servants around as shields!
If you fight hard, the chance is more than 50%!
No, too low!
It must be more than 80%!
Wow, wow...
The sound of pages being blown suddenly overflowed the stillness into the suffocating battlefield—the pages cast with Samikina's shattered soul moved with the wind, and an extremely special wave immediately enveloped the battlefield.
"Samijina's Urge", one of Ye Qi's hidden trump cards—it's just that, as a "solar-level" holy artifact that is biased towards the undead faction, except for a few of his friends, when other people are present, Even if it's just for unnecessary trouble in the future, he can't use it at all.
"Do you have a lot of hidden means? Be as virtuous as your teacher! I always like to keep a hole card for myself!"
The warden in the distance, looking at the "Samijina's Drive" in Ye Qi's hands, narrowed his eyes, and his casual tone was full of disdain.
"However, do you think it will be useful?"
Killing intent flashed, and the warden ended with a rhetorical question—how many kinds of holy artifacts are there? Even the Holy See, a power that once dominated Lorant, could not give an accurate answer; therefore, for "Samiji Although the warden was surprised by a book-like sacred artifact like Na's Drive, he didn't take it seriously; after all, the appearance of a book meant that such a sacred artifact could not have too much offensive power.
At most, it was nothing more than a magic book—and how could a magic book be taken seriously by the warden of the Holy Prison
The warden's guess is not wrong in essence. "Samijina's Drive" is indeed a magic book, but it is named after a demon god.
ps first update~~~timing~~~