Original God's Dark Priest

Some time ago, beneath the giant abyss of rock.

"Uninvited guest!" Fushe, who was like a walking zombie, felt the unfamiliar aura and suddenly burst out, with lightning surging in his four palms.

Seeing the beast-like Fu She, Chen Xi's expression did not change, he just raised his hand and pointed forward gently: "Nicholas."

"Let me destroy the enemy." The young man in a blond tuxedo suddenly appeared and bowed slowly to her. Then a purple-black spider web appeared around him and attacked Fushe.

Summoning Nicholas to attack, Chen Xi felt that it was not enough, so he raised his hand again and made a summoning gesture: "My lord."

The gloomy black armored warrior soul appeared behind her, and a hoarse voice sounded: "Who summoned me..."

His eyes were burning with frightening purple-black flames. After noticing the fight between Nicholas and Fushe, the armored warrior suddenly raised a big knife: "I'll cut you into pieces..."

As he said that, he also rushed towards Fu She, forming a two-on-one situation.

After doing all this, Chen Xi did not stay where he was, but rushed in the direction of Kong: "This Yaksha is very powerful. We must hold this one back, otherwise we will fail."

Her purpose from the beginning to the end was to drag Kong in place, denying him any room to support Fushe. As for killing Kong, she never thought she could do it.

Facing Nicholas and Barak, Fushe was hampered by the two-on-one situation and was unable to exert his strength at all, falling into a disadvantage. However, the fighting instinct engraved deep in his soul was not erased at all, and he quickly adopted the most familiar method he had ever known. tactics.

As the lightning flashed, his tall figure suddenly disappeared, hiding in the black space, leaving only a trace of inconspicuous purple mist in place.

Then, palms made of thunder began to appear throughout the space, pushing towards Nicholas and Barak.

"Hiding his whereabouts, waiting for opportunities..." Nicholas narrowed his eyes and said softly, "This reminds me of the organization under the Presbyterian Church."

Barak put the big knife on his shoulder and looked at the flashing lightning in the space: "Death Ball...Shadow Prison."

"Death Dance, this level of ability is not enough to enter the Shadow Prison." Nicholas said lightly.

The purple flames in Balak's eyes flashed slightly, and he said a few more words for the first time: "You are just a clone, don't be too arrogant."

"That's right, it's just a clone." Nicholas stopped talking after saying that, but took out a book, opened a few pages, then recited the spell in it, and then quickly closed it.

A magic circle immediately appeared where Fushe was, and then, a purple beam of light burst out of the ground, breaking his stealth.

At the same time, Barak rushed forward brandishing a machete: "I will cut you into pieces!!!"

His roar echoed in the cave, and the blade turned into a whirlwind and rushed towards Fu She who appeared. His momentum was so strong that there was no doubt that being hit would result in death.

After being knocked out of stealth, Fushe immediately dodged to avoid Barak's surprise attack, but his speed was obviously not enough and he could not completely avoid this fatal attack. A large hole was opened in his chest, and he barely managed to avoid the remaining attacks. attack.

But the next second, a black light group appeared in Nicholas' hand.

Without hesitation, he rolled the light ball out of the ground. Fushe clearly saw the true face of the light ball, which was a huge purple spider.

The spider as tall as a person curled up into a ball, crushing Fushe like a ball, who had no time to dodge. The sharp fangs and spider legs became the best weapons. Fushe was hit again and had several more wounds on his body.

The constant injuries brought his anger to the extreme. With a roar, he mobilized all the strength in his body. This obviously came at a price. With his movements, pieces of exoskeleton emerged one after another, but He can no longer control so much, and now the only option left is to fight.

As if endless lightning was drawn out, Nicholas quickly retreated. He was not a human shield type and wanted to avoid being attacked as much as possible.

But Balak didn't care about these lightning strikes at all, and directly carried them. He even rushed forward with these lightning strikes, waving his sword, and fought with Fu She.

The thunder and lightning in Fushe's hand condensed into a spear and began a head-on confrontation with Balak.

"Can there be people who are so proficient in martial arts in this small world? Very good!" Barak seemed to be ignited with a competitive spirit, and he, who had always been taciturn, actually said a long list of words.

Seeing that this tyrant actually started fighting because of the opponent's martial arts, Nicholas pinched his eyebrows with a headache. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly stretched out his hand and threw a red ball: "Come out, zombie."

In an instant, a dozen dark-skinned zombies appeared here.

Noticing Nicholas's actions, Barak said unhappily: "Don't hinder me!"

"Don't forget the mission." Nicholas reminded.

Barak snorted disdainfully: "She's not even the master of the dead, so why should she order me?"

"But Lord Moros agreed." Nicholas said, and then added, "This guy's martial arts is probably not the pinnacle of the world. Are you sure you want to burn passion in a small character?"

Balak stopped with some displeasure, then raised his knife to hold Fushe and attack, and condensed a ball of black energy with his left hand: "Secret punch!"

The iron fist containing purple-black energy struck Fushe's chest, shattering the exoskeleton on his chest and knocking him away.

Fushe landed on the ground and barely stood firm. The zombies summoned by Nicholas surrounded him. Seeing these minions surrounding him, Fushe directly reached out and grabbed one that jumped up high and hit the zombies with dazzling lightning. middle.

Lightning has a very strong restraint effect on undead creatures. Unless it reaches Barak's level, such lightning is almost fatal.

The result was as expected, a dozen zombies were eliminated instantly, but these zombies were not used for continuous fighting at all. The moment Fushe eliminated them, the zombies suddenly exploded, and purple smoke was wrapped with a thick smell of death. It held the injured Fushe while also blocking his sight.

When the smoke dissipated and the vision finally became clear, there was only the light of a sword in front of Fushe.

"Tyrant's execution." The giant knife in Barak's hand suddenly fell, accompanied by his deep voice.

"Execution!!!"

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"Anyway, don't worry about those details! Let's get out quickly. I really don't want to stay in this place for a second." Little Paimon suggested aloud as he was already deeply disgusted with this weird space.

Yan Fei was attracted by her, and looked at Safiir suspiciously. Then she suppressed the doubts in her heart and decided to ask Grandma Ping after she went out. After all, Grandma Ping was considered the top one among the immortals. Like, the other party must know whether Safire is an immortal or not.

Thinking of this, Yan Fei no longer struggled, and looked at Safire with more complicated emotions: "But, I don't have a clue how to use this thing..."

Seeing her like this, Safire felt helpless: "The Taiwei instrument panel was originally made by immortals and given to mortals for use. If this thing is to be fully exerted its power, humans and immortals must cooperate and control it together."