People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 103 The God-Slaying Act (Part [-])
Humphrey looked at the other side in amazement, this "monster" seemed to have been reborn in the blink of an eye.

Yes, that's right, a monster!

That terrifying aura is simply impossible for human beings to possess.

It's another kind of monster that also feeds on humans, but in the food chain, it obviously belongs to a higher level of monsters!

He forcibly suppressed the fear rising in his heart, and asked, "What the hell are you?"

At the tip of Lothar's finger, the ring exuding an ominous aura suddenly shattered, turning into a huge gargoyle, spreading its wings behind Lothar's back, and then slowly closing them.

In Lothar's body, the rising terrifying aura finally freezes.

He raised the magnificent magic sword condensed by the magic power of blood in his hand, and waved it lightly, feeling that it was still in his hand.

He looked up and down at Humphrey, who was no longer human, and said with a chuckle, "I should be the one to ask you this question."

You activated Milestone: God Slaying Act.

Description: What you are facing is an ancient god left over from a long time ago.

The severance of faith and the changes of the times have made him weak enough. In order to survive, the gods can no longer control the four elements of earth, fire, feng shui, and all they can rely on are the minions corroded by divine power and the fragile body. .

It is now so weak that even with a mortal body, it has the possibility of rebelling against gods.

Kill it, and you will get a special talent that focuses on strengthening your personal combat power.

Evaluation: [In the ancient days when polytheistic beliefs were still prevalent along the Mediterranean coast, every warrior who slaughtered gods was called a "hero" of mankind.And heroes deserve praise. 】

The air became sticky, and Humphrey's nostrils were filled with a strong smell of blood, and he stepped back somewhat uneasy.

An ominous bloody flame lingered on Lothar's body.

This is the external manifestation of the blood magic power in his body, which has been filled to overflowing.

Through Humphrey, a dark secret room was reflected in his blood-colored eyes. In the secret room, the white candlelight reflected an ancient statue with most of its body hidden in the darkness.

Crocodile God!

One of the ancient Egyptian gods long extinct.

...

The sharp blood-colored blade is both light and sharp.

When cutting through the air, the lightness that seems to feel no resistance at all makes Lothar's swordsmanship even more elusive.

The instinct that seems to have been engraved into Lothar's DNA, the swordsmanship honed by the original owner's countless times of slashing on the training ground, are fully displayed at this moment.

Humphrey's body covered with tough scales was soon scarred by the blood sword.

The blood waterfall seemed to activate seamlessly, doubling his attributes, and with the weird and unpredictable blood magic, Humphrey had no strength left to fight back.

"Damn it, this magic sword is absorbing my blood!"

Humphrey's face was covered with a layer of humanized fear, the wildness in his heart was fading rapidly, and the power bestowed on him by the crocodile god was passing away like a dam with its gates opened.

"Help me, my lord!"

He murmured in a low voice.

The next moment, an even greater force suddenly descended on Humphrey's body.

Humphrey's aura began to rise steadily.

Lothar did not retreat but advanced, his beast-like intuition made him keenly aware of the seemingly dangerous, but actually contained fighter opportunities at this time.

The blood sword in his hand, with an extremely precise posture, as if even the slightest difference was counted, stepped forward quickly, and pierced Humphrey's spine fiercely.

The infusion of power was interrupted.

Followed by a horizontal chop.

A scaled lizard head flew high.

The blood sword stabbed down again when Humphrey fell to the ground.

In the darkness, the blood on its sword became more vivid, like a bloody rose that was about to drip after drinking the blood.

As the rabbit rises and the falcon falls, he has completed the fatal blow of cutting off its source of power, severing its neck, and making up the knife for fear that the enemy's vitality will be too tenacious.

"It's amazing, this trash can't do anything to you at all. Do you want to serve me? I can give you strength, wealth, and immortality."

A cold and majestic voice sounded.

In the corridor, the lamps were turned on again, casting a hideous black shadow on the wall.

"Don't talk big, a false god that has long lost its glory, a remnant of the old era, and wants me to serve you?"

A hint of contempt appeared on Lothar's cold face, and he said contemptuously, "You deserve it too?"

The black shadow froze in place, as if he didn't expect Lothar to know his situation so well.

For a long time, there was no reply.

Until Lothar took a step and walked in the direction guided by his intuition.

A voice pretending to be dignified sounded again: "Stop, mortal, even if you win this time, I will pay enough to satisfy you—this is the same game rule as your human nobles, isn't it?"

On Lothar's face, a somewhat ferocious smile slowly appeared: "That daytime demon spirit is controlled by you, right? You spy on us through it, and through Humphrey, you want to devour us. Used to restore your remnant body?"

The voice admitted bluntly: "Indeed, even though this is no longer my era, as an old god, I can still do a lot. Just offer blood to me, and I will give you With great help, I can even transform an army of crocodiles like Humphrey for you."

"You will use this to rise up and become a monarch, and even lead the entire Frankish overseas territories. What you pay is only some small blood sacrifices."

The crocodile god is earnest and kind.

"It's really tempting, and I need to think about it."

He said thinking about it, but he didn't mean to stop at all.

"Enough, stop, mortals!"

The voice became high-pitched: "If you continue to move forward, we will completely fall into a situation where we will never die. Even if we die desperately, I will make you pay the price!"

Lothar stopped in front of a stone wall. He smiled and said, "You are afraid, aren't you? This emotion is really pleasant."

Lothar swung his sword, and the stone wall in front of him collapsed in an instant, revealing a huge half-human, half-crocodile stone sculpture behind it.

The violent air flow poured in, extinguishing the white candles one after another.

A suffocating majesty swept up like a storm and pressed towards Lothar.

Crocodile God's tone was no longer calm, replaced by a somewhat exasperated question: "What exactly do you want?"

Lothar smiled politely, like an ancient blood nobleman.

He paused every word: "Kill God!"

The next moment, his figure exploded into countless little bats, and at the position where he was originally standing, a huge mouth hidden in the darkness suddenly opened.

The dense fangs are like a huge crocodile mouth.

The bat re-condensed into Lothar's body.

Without hesitation, he swung the blood sword and slashed at the statue.

The blood-colored flames that lingered all over his body were poured into the blood sword in his hand, making its color more vivid and eye-catching.

Regardless of behind him, a dark crocodile like a shadow was grabbing at his back with sharp claws.

"No, are you crazy?"

"What enmity do we have?"

Crocodile God couldn't figure out what he had done to force this human Extraordinary in front of him to die with him even if he didn't even want his own life.

Lothar's movements did not stop at all. This kind of ruthless approach that did not leave him a retreat at all completely angered God Crocodile.

It let out an earth-shattering roar: "If you want to be a godslayer, then be a dead godslayer!"

Keng——

Almost at the same time, the blood sword pierced through the stone statue.

The crocodile's claws were also nailed to Lothar's chest.

Lothar gently caressed his chest that should have been pierced by the claws of the crocodile god. Under the torn silk dress, not even a layer of skin was broken-the talent of Prajna, the solid stone.

After it is turned on, it will be immune to all damage received within [-] seconds.

He bowed humbly.

It is as if a grand performance has been completed, and it is taking a curtain call to the audience.

(End of this chapter)