Chapter 501 Fighting the Ghost King

Chapter 501 Fighting the Ghost King

"Hug...sorry, Uncle Drogo."

Wendy seemed to be startled, she shrank her head, touched her slightly bulging belly with her palms, and whispered, "I'm just a little worried about everyone, so I came out to take a look."

Drogo frowned and was about to scold him a few more times.

But at this moment, dozens of evil ghosts not far away saw Wendy, all jumped down from the evil beast wolf, and then knelt down on one knee at the same time, facing Wendy's direction.

"See Miss Wendy!"

The leader of the Evil Ghost Clan, the First Generation No. 1, hammered his chest with one hand, treated Wendy with servant etiquette, and said in a deep voice: "According to the master's order, one hundred people from the Evil Ghost Clan have come to the Tatar Tribe to protect your safety." "

Wendy was startled again and took two steps back with some restraint.

"Me... me?" She showed a timid expression and asked with some confusion: "Who is your master?"

"The creator of the evil ghost clan, Lord Enzo!" Number 1 replied.

The first generation of evil ghosts had only a hundred people. They were originally the blood warriors of the Dalien tribe. They were later transformed into evil ghosts by Enzo and simply numbered them as his first army to conquer the world of war ghosts.

However, not so long ago.

The God of Blood Killing decided to declare war with the God of Disaster, so Enzo was pulled into the chariot. His original plan to continue cultivating the second generation of evil ghosts was temporarily shelved, and he set off for the Sea of ​​Dark Trees.

Because the fighting power of the first generation of evil ghosts was still very weak, Enzo did not take them with him in this war. He felt a little worried about Wendy, so he gave an order to a hundred evil ghosts to go to the Tatar tribe.

Everything is just as Enzo deduced!

After the God of Disaster and the God of Bloodkiller formally provoked a divine war, the entire war ghost world was affected. Almost all war ghost tribes were invaded by evil beings, and the Tatar tribe was naturally no exception.

Great evil invades the Tatar tribe!

If Enzo hadn't left behind the means in advance, then today, the Tatar tribe might have fallen, and Wendy would naturally not have survived.

"It turns out to be Enzo."

Wendy breathed a sigh of relief, with a shy smile on her face. She couldn't help but reach out and touch her slightly swollen belly. She had successfully conceived since the night of joy at the harvest celebration.

And Enzo didn't know anything about it.

"Ahem!"

At this time, Drogo coughed twice and said, "On behalf of the Tatar tribe, I would like to thank you very much for your help. Since Enzo asked you to come, then you can rest in the Tatar tribe."

Everyone in the evil ghost clan did not speak, nor did they object to Drogo's arrangement.

Now, the God of Disaster and the God of Blood Killing are at full-scale war, and the entire world will be affected by the flames of war. If the God of Blood Killing loses in this divine battle, then all the war ghost clans may die as a result.

Just like the children of the forest in the forest world!

The War Ghost Tribe knows this, and every blood warrior is in full formation, waiting for the oracle from the Blood-Killer God. As a small tribe, Tatar may not be able to directly help the Blood-Kill God, but as long as it can kill the evil beings, It is considered to have weakened the power of the God of Disaster.

"I hope the blood-killing god can win the battle between gods..."

After settling everyone in the evil ghost clan, Karu came to Drogo and murmured softly on crutches.

On the side, Drogo frowned slightly.

There was a trace of distrust in the blood-killing god in Karu's words, which was considered a kind of blasphemy against the gods, but Drogo sighed in his heart, shook his head but said nothing.

Although I don't want to admit it.

But in this war, the enemy of the Blood-killing God is another god after all. No one can determine the final outcome of this war. As the people of the Blood-killing God, all the Tatar tribe can do is try their best. Resist evil and weaken the power of the God of Disaster.

…

Deep in the dark sea of ​​trees.

The burning flames brought high temperatures, turning the entire sea of ​​trees red, and the black trees burned with a crackling sound. On the surrounding land, evil kings were killed one after another, and their bodies turned into a thick, rotten black liquid. A disgusting stench emanated.

In place, Sayenu stood on the ground.

The face under the ghost face mask was slightly pale. The red giant sword on his shoulder was already stained with black blood. After two hours of continuous fighting, he killed dozens of evil beast kings. Even as a blood-killing god, Not a small consumption.

There are only about thirty evil beast kings left around, and they are still ready to move and may launch the next round of attacks at any time.

"Is this all you can do? Fanmo!"

On the spot, Sayenu suddenly spoke and said in a cold voice, "Watching the king of evil beasts under you die, in order to consume my divine power, is indeed the safest way!"

"But, have you forgotten?"

"The world has the rules of balance. As gods who were born at the same time, under normal circumstances, neither of us can kill the other. Even if you use these cannon fodder today to exhaust all my divine power, how can you kill me? ?”

Because of the rules of world balance, the two indigenous gods cannot kill each other.

Knowing this, Sayenu is very confident in his heart. Even if he loses to the God of Disaster in this divine battle, his life will still not be in danger. On the contrary, with the outsider wizard as his ally, he will have the opportunity to kill him. The God of Disaster can be considered invincible.

"World balance rules?"

The God of Disaster, Brahma, flashed a trace of ridicule in his eyes, and said with a sinister smile: "Of course I will not forget that the reason why you dare to provoke a war between gods is because you have won over the outsider wizard?"

"Think you are invincible?"

"Hmph! That's so ridiculous, Sayenu! As the original god born in the world, you have absorbed more gifts from the world than me, so you are more powerful than me."

"That's why I lost to you in the ancient war!"

"However, so many years have passed, do you think I am still as stupid as before? I know the existence of the rules of world balance, which makes it impossible for you and me to kill each other, so before the start of this divine war, I stayed I have a trump card specially used to deal with you!"

Sayenu frowned slightly, and his eyes gradually turned cold.

"Could it be that...you also have an outsider as an ally?" A trace of fear flashed in Sayenu's eyes, and then he shook his head decisively and said in a deep voice: "Impossible. The recovery season and harvest season of this world are all under my control." , any visitor from another world who comes cannot escape my perception!"

"Unless your ally is the Black Mist Season coming to this world."

"But, that's all! When outsiders enter this world, abnormal phenomena will inevitably occur. My war ghost tribe rules the entire world, and it is everywhere in my sight. If you want to help outsiders sneak into this world, you can never hide it from my eyes. "

Sayenu's tone was decisive and full of confidence.

As the only two indigenous gods in the world, the Bloodkilling God has strong control over the world. Therefore, he can sense every outsider who comes, just like when he discovered Enzo's existence.

"You're right."

The God of Disaster spread his palms and said calmly, "After losing to you in that war in ancient times, the War Ghost Clan became the rulers of this world. Therefore, once an outsider comes to this world, it is impossible to escape your perception. "

"But...who said my allies must be outsiders?"

After saying that, a strange look flashed in the eyes of the God of Disaster, and more than ten ferocious tentacles on his face suddenly trembled, as if making a sharp sound, and more than thirty evil beast kings in the dark tree sea roared at Sayenu at the same time. go.

At the same time, another breath slowly appeared.

Sayenu instinctively felt something abnormal, and the crimson divine power exploded instantly, repelling all the more than thirty evil beast kings roaring around. But at this moment, a burly humanoid, three meters tall, appeared. The creature burst out.

Bang bang bang!

The naked soles of its feet stepped on the ground, making a trembling sound. The burly humanoid creature suddenly rushed out. It was not wearing anything, but its skin was covered with sharp barbs like scales. It held a broken red handle in both hands. The giant sword was swung like a giant axe.

Passing over the evil kings who were lifted away by the crimson divine power, the burly humanoid leaped high and slashed down with the broken giant sword. Sayenu immediately blocked it, and the blade made a harsh sound as it rubbed against it.

Immediately afterwards, Sayenu punched out.

The fist packed with crimson divine power hit the chest of the burly humanoid creature, shattering the sharp barbs, and then he was directly knocked ten meters away, and his feet plowed two ditches on the ground. .

After the burly creature stabilized its figure, there was no expression on its stiff face.

At this time, Sayenu saw the face of the burly creature clearly, his eyes suddenly flashed with shock, and he couldn't help but take a breath of air.

"Saya!!!" Sayanu's voice rose a little higher.

The burly humanoid creature known as Saya heard the call of the blood-killing god, and a flash of struggle flashed in his eyes. But then, the black mist that filled the surrounding area wrapped around him like gangrene in his bones, and the look in Saya's eyes The struggle immediately disappeared, and the stiff expression returned to his face.

"How's it going? You didn't expect it, did you?"

There was a hint of assurance in the God of Disaster's tone, and his eyes jokingly said: "In the divine war in ancient times, the war ghost clan you ruled defeated the evil created by me, but as the commander-in-chief, the war ghost king fell. For the end!”

Saya, the King of Fighting Ghosts!

The first fighting ghost clan in the world, and also the god of blood-killing, the first creature created with his own essence and blood. Unlike the king of evil beasts created by the god of disaster, the fighting ghost king is unique.

Although he still belongs to the third level life form, his strength far exceeds those of the king of evil beasts and the king of evil aliens.

In the wars of ancient times, Saya, as the king of war ghosts, commanded the entire war ghost clan under the oracle of the blood-killing god, contended with the minions of the god of disaster, and finally successfully led the war ghost clan to victory.

However, it is a pity.

Although the blood-killing god and the war ghost clan won the war, Saya, as the king of war ghosts, single-handedly killed the king of twenty-seven evil beasts in the final battle, and then dragged the seriously injured The body intervened in the battle between the God of Blood Slayer and the God of Disaster, and eventually died of exhaustion.

It can be said that in the wars of the ancient times, Saya, the King of War Ghosts, played a vital role, even affecting the course of history, and adding a winning percentage to the battle between the God of Blood Slayer and the God of Disaster. .

After the war in ancient times, Saya, the king of war ghosts, was regarded as a great hero by the war ghost clan, but his body was missing. According to the original speculation of the blood-killing god, Saya's body should have been killed by the power of the war ghosts. It was affected and turned into ashes and disappeared, but I didn't expect that it was taken away by the God of Disaster.

"Saya..."

Looking at the War Ghost King not far away, a hint of complexity flashed in Sayeru's eyes. As the first War Ghost clan created with his own essence and blood, the blood-killing god treated Saya as if he were his own child.

Even in the history of the War Ghost Clan, Saya, the King of War Ghosts, was also called the Son of God!

"Because of the existence of the world's balance rules, I really can't kill you."

Next to him, the tentacles of the God of Disaster trembled, and he said faintly: "But, what if I don't intend to kill you at all, but use another method to seize your divine power and create a new blood-killing god?"

Sayenu's eyes changed slightly, and a trace of solemnity appeared on his face.

"The rules of the world need to be balanced, so two gods were created." The God of Disaster spoke slowly and said, "But if I didn't kill you, but just transferred your crimson divine power to another body, what would happen if I didn't kill you?" How about it?"

The God of Disaster's plan has been revealed in full.

Due to the existence of the rules of balance in the world, the two indigenous gods cannot kill each other. The God of Bloodkiller intends to use the power of outsiders to break the rules of balance, while the God of Disaster chooses a more clever method.

He does not intend to kill the blood-killing god, but only to seize his divine power.

Using this method, he will never be rejected by the world. As a life created by the essence and blood of the blood-killing god, the King of War Ghosts can completely serve as a carrier of the crimson divine power. The God of Disaster has long since ended the war in ancient times. Start controlling Saya, the King of War Ghosts.

In this case, even if Saya absorbs all the crimson divine power and becomes another blood-killing god, he will not be able to escape the control of the god of disaster. He can only become a puppet and become an alternative slave god.

"Thousands of years are really too long..."

On the spot, the God of Disaster sighed, and said faintly: "Originally, I only believed in the power of the gods, but ignored the importance of wisdom. It was not until I entered the wizarding world that I understood more things."

"Aeons ago, the wizarding civilization was just a bunch of mortals."

"That world is also controlled by gods. Mortal lives are like ants. They don't even need to be touched before they turn into ashes and disappear. However, under such humble circumstances, the wizarding civilization was still born!"

"Weak mortals used their wisdom to overturn the rule of gods!"

"If I didn't understand the history of wizard civilization, I would have scorned this kind of thing. However, the facts are right in front of me, and there is no doubt in my mind that those mortals who are as weak as ants have indeed become a civilization that even gods can only look up to. "