I'm not a theatre god

Wang Jincheng found that this Red Heart 6 was really like a ghost.

No one knew where he was, and no one knew who he had become. He was like a ghost that was erratic, but he would always appear suddenly at some incomprehensible times and occasions;

Before this, Wang Jincheng thought that the Red Heart 9 had run away after playing tricks on him. After all, as a member of the Twilight Club, it was unreasonable for him to get involved in the Realm War... So when Wang Jincheng really saw that face clearly, he was extremely shocked.

Chen Ling glanced to the side, picked up a wig from the mud, and handed it to Wang Jincheng:

"You can rest now."

Rainwater and blood stains dripped onto the ground along the edge of the wig. At this moment, the wig had been stepped on and twisted and deformed, and it was impossible to wear it... Wang Jincheng's expression was extremely complicated.

But in the end, he still reached out to take it, and said in a panic:

"Hongchen is going to die, what are you still doing here?"

"To sing opera."

"...What?"

Wang Jincheng looked at Chen Ling and felt that there was something wrong with his ears...

Just as he was about to ask something else, he saw several shadow centipedes coming out from the ground in the distance. The smallest one was about three people tall, and the largest one was almost as tall as a tower.

They were half in the soil and half standing upright in the air, like seaweed dancing in the wind, with scarlet eyes constantly sweeping around, exuding a terrifying aura!

When they saw Wang Jincheng, who was closest to them, and Chen Ling, who had his back to them, they suddenly crawled out as if they had found prey, and attacked here like black lightning!

"Be careful!" Wang Jincheng exclaimed immediately.

Although Wang Jincheng saw the disaster coming, his body was out of control. Just as they were about to open their mouths to bite the two of them, Chen Ling frowned and slightly turned sideways.

The bright red costume fluttered in the wind. Chen Ling stared at the rushing disasters, and a cold rebuke suddenly sounded!

"——Get lost!!"

Several shadow disasters suddenly stopped.

Their huge bodies froze in front of Chen Ling, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying, and immediately scattered in all directions. After wandering around, they locked onto the most conspicuous members of the Witchcraft Association in the air and flew out!

Seeing this scene, Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly;

Chen Ling broke all the seals connected to the Ghost Mocking Abyss in the block of Jinghong Tower in one breath, and released dozens of disasters in total. These disasters were strong and weak, and most of them were level 5 and level 6. In addition, there were also some small disasters of level 2 and level 3...

The strongest was the level 7 shadow python on the bell tower, the level 7 shadow toad that ate the black-robed wizard in one bite, and a level 7 shadow scorpion that was always lurking underground.

Such combat power is enough to sweep away everything in the current battlefield of Hongchen Main City... After all, whether it is the lingering Fushenghui or the severely damaged Witchcraft Association, they can't resist this disaster army.

But the problem is that Chen Ling can command a few small disasters now, but there are too many disasters in this shadow army. Chen Ling can't command them at all. He can only lead them to the battlefield like a hunting rifle driving a pack of wolves...

As for the rest, it's up to them.

These disasters don't care whether you are Fushenghui or the Witchcraft Association. Killing and destruction are their nature. The sudden entry of such a disaster army directly crushed the original one-sided crushing situation into pieces... And they, who have better preserved their strength, naturally became the main target of the disaster army's attack.

"Disaster?!!"

"How could so many disasters suddenly appear in Hongchen Main City?!"

"It's the Ghost Mocking Abyss... Damn, there are too many!!"

"Save me! Save me!!"

"Scatter quickly!!! That toad is about to jump over again!"

"..."

Boom——! ! !

The shadow toad fell from the sky like a meteorite, smashing into the crowd of the witchcraft association. Under the cracks of the ground, a black-robed wizard who didn't have time to escape was directly crushed to death.

Even if the others escaped fast enough, the next moment, a long black tongue spun at high speed, directly tied up the three fleeing black-robed wizards, and finally rolled them all into the belly of the toad!

In addition, more and more shadow disasters rushed into the battlefield, preying on the black-robed figures whose formations had been disrupted. Exclamations and screams intertwined, resounding through the sky in the sea of ​​fire.

"Did you summon these disasters?"

Wang Jincheng saw Chen Ling drive away the disasters with his own eyes, and his face was shocked. "How did you do it... No, who are you?"

Humans can command disasters, which is beyond Wang Jincheng's cognition. According to his understanding, no one can do this except the extremely mysterious Fusion School in the rumors.

The flames of war reflected the shadow of the red dress, which swayed like a ghost in the ruins...

As the initiator of all this, Chen Ling's eyes were extremely calm.

He did not explain the reason for all this, but just walked forward silently. He stepped hard on the ground twice, and the next moment, a huge shadow scorpion crawled out from the ground!

Although the size of this scorpion was not as big as that of the shadow toad, its hideous appearance was extremely visually impactful. When it appeared, the black-robed wizards who were fleeing here were directly frightened. They stopped in a daze, looked up stiffly, and watched the shadow of the behemoth cover the surroundings.

And on the back of the black scorpion, a bright red costume stood like the only color in the withered world.

Bang——!

Before the black-robed wizards could react, the shadow toad fell from the sky and smashed them into meat paste.

Scarlet flows under the toad's feet, and thunderous sounds vibrate and spread from its constantly throbbing mouth... The shadow python clinging to the bell tower silently slides through the fragmented silver torrent, carrying countless corpses and blood, and slowly coils next to the scorpion. A huge snake head spits out its tongue and makes a sharp hissing sound.

Python, scorpion, toad;

Three mountains, suppressing the battlefield with unparalleled momentum, their breaths intertwined, like an insurmountable wall of death...

And on their backs, a red robe dances silently;

Like the king's cavalry, personally on the battlefield!

"Where did that man in red come from?!"

"How could he stand on top of the disaster? And he hasn't been attacked yet?"

"Wait... he... he seems to be..."

"I've seen him on the wanted list. He's Chen Ling! Chen Ling, the Red 6 of the Dusk Society!!"

"Is he the madman who caused the destruction of the Aurora Realm?"

"There are too many disasters! There's no way to kill them all!!!"

"..."

Chen Ling didn't look down at the battlefield swept by the Disaster Legion again, but slowly raised his head and looked at the sky.

Leading the Ghost-ridden Abyss to attack the Witchcraft Association is just the beginning, and it is also the easiest thing he can do at present... and his real goal is not here.

Chen Ling looked at the center of the dark cloud hiding the alchemy array, and his eyes flickered.