Chapter 1063 1062 Players in the Kicking Group Never Watch the Plot, They Always Go Straight to the Door of the BOSS

Chapter 1063 1062. Players in the kicking group never watch the plot, they always go straight to the door of the BOSS.

For Mo Cheng, it only takes a moment to kill all the cultists here.

But the target of his visit this time was not these little guys.

The big fish he wants to catch is the evil god behind the cultists.

The evil god who tried to collect the legacy of Poseidon's bloodline and thereby collect the priesthood of [Ocean].

Mo Cheng blended himself into the shadows and approached the round table to listen to what the eight people were talking about.

"My lord is very dissatisfied with our progress." The first person to speak was a cultist wearing an octopus mask. His mask was very different from that of ordinary cultists. The ordinary cultist's mask is just a tablet. face, with some distinguishing red lines.

And each of the eight people around the round table has an unmistakable sea creature mask.

"I'm very dissatisfied with your progress, Octopus." The speaker was a cultist wearing a swordfish mask. He sneered, "Among us, you donated the least blood of the ancient sin god, so that our lord can Not to mention that the probability of living in this world is reduced, but you still need us to wipe your butt..."

Seeing that the topic was getting more and more explosive and might lead to a fight, the whale-masked cultist knocked on the table and said, "Okay, let's pause for a moment."

This whale cultist seemed to be very prestigious, and the scene that was supposed to be tense immediately calmed down after he spoke.

But this was only on the surface. At least the swordfish and the octopus were still glaring at each other in private, as if they were planning to see which piece of meat on the other's body looked good and could be chopped off for drinking.

Judging from the collegiality between them, there must have been no anesthesia during the chop.

As for the hemostatic medicine, I guess it is salt and chili pepper.

The whale cultists didn't care whether these people were at odds with each other, and slowly said, "We are summoned here today mainly for two things."

"The first thing is that after several years of recovery, our members have become a powerful force. We have called you here to distribute the Lamb of God well so that it can be easily managed."

As he spoke, he tapped his fingers on the table again, and a map appeared in an instant.

"The distribution method is based on the area under control."

Eight cult leaders wearing unique masks were distributing the newly joined cultists outside. At the same time, they also planned to gradually get in front of people, and maybe even perform some more drastic actions.

The division of places and people among the eight people was not so pleasant. It was obviously a real conflict of interest. Mo Cheng, who was watching with cold eyes, was not surprised.

Even in the righteous church, such scenes are not uncommon.

Not to mention the most powerful Church of Radiance. Their Pope and the Director of the Inquisition almost knocked the fools out of both parties. The latter even went so far as to create a [New Radiant Church].

Then the whale cultist spoke again, "Then the second thing, let us welcome God's will again."

While speaking, several cultists standing around took out sacrificial daggers, some of which were directly inserted into their own chests, and some were inserted into the chests of those next to them.

The sacrificial dagger was attached with the ability to prevent wounds from healing and expand the wound. All the cultists injured by the sacrificial dagger lost all their blood in less than a minute. As the wounds continued to expand, the corpses Even dissolve into some kind of colloid.

At the same time, the altar began to slowly glow, and in Mo Cheng's perception, divine power began to operate in some form, and the altar was the center of the operation.

Then the blood flowing all over the floor and the colloid formed by the corpse floated upward against gravity, rising until it was as high as three stories and reached the top of the altar.

All the blood and colloids merged into a ball, and some kind of evil thoughts were constantly exuding from the unknown liquid. At the same time, everyone present could hear a whisper.

The source of the sound seems to be right next to the ear, but when you listen carefully, it seems to be thousands of miles away. It is vague and unreal, and no one can clearly understand the content of the whisper.

As the whispers continued, the things above the altar began to slowly solidify, and then changed.

A head protruded from a sphere, followed by hands, then feet, and finally formed a complete human shape.

But if you look closely, you will find that apart from the outline of a human figure, it cannot be called a human at all.

One eye is on the palm of the left hand, one is on the chest, the nose is at the top, the fingers of the right hand run behind the back, and the face is divided into four parts, appearing on the right chest, rear hip, and top of the head.

It looks like a person was dismantled into pieces and then put back together with kindergarten-level memory. Judging from the outline, it is indeed human-shaped.

But actually all the organs are off track.

I don’t know if this is the evil god’s special aesthetics or some other reason.

But that's not important now. What's important is that the silhouette of the humanoid possesses a slight amount of divine power and is a messenger from the gods.

Of course, it can also be called a divine messenger.

The mouth of the divine messenger was on his left shoulder. The mouth opened and closed. Suddenly, the whispers in everyone's ears were replaced by a content they could understand.

"The bloodline of the ancient sinful god has arrived in Weston and captured her. The god wants her blood."

"The descendant of the God of Sin is named: Helena Thelanis, and she has the protection of the Sinful Race around her..."

Before he finished speaking, a voice interrupted the envoy's words, "Sorry, interrupt..."

Mo Cheng walked out of the shadows with a smile that could not be concealed on his face, but the smile on his face was bloody and cruel, and it also carried the pride of a hunter who found his prey, "The evil race you are talking about refers to me. ?"

The divine messenger did not answer, because he no longer needed to answer or do anything.

A hand slowly but unavoidably pressed on the body of the divine envoy, and then an absolutely domineering force violently poured into the interior of the divine envoy, causing the inner body of the divine envoy to instantly turn into a ball of blood, which sprayed out from the pores. come out.

Because the speed of spraying is too fast, the rapid friction between blood and air generates high temperature, forming blood mist.

The divine envoy wanted to struggle, but who in the world could compete with a giant dragon at close range in strength?

Who can resist the imprisonment of Mo Cheng, who is also boundless in power among the giant dragons?

The terrifying and domineering power swept through the body of the god, and Mo Cheng searched for what he wanted in the body of the god in an absolutely rough way.

And soon, he [found it]!

That is the connection between the divine messenger and the evil god behind him!

Players in the kicking group never watch the plot, they just go straight to the door of the BOSS.

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