I'm a villain, not a devil

Wood Thorn felt that his strength was declining rapidly, and he couldn't even maintain his form after transforming into a crazy beast.

My own proliferation was attacked...

He looked at Sean in disbelief. How could the other party know where his proliferation was?

Sean sneered: "You don't think you can hide your proliferation well? You can tell it's underground just by thinking with your ass."

The power was rapidly dissipating, and his proliferation was destroyed by unknown means.

Wood Thorn moved his body with difficulty. He looked around and saw that Wood Acorn had fallen to the ground unconscious, while the rest of his tribesmen seemed to be completely unaware of this and were still attacking fiercely.

wrong……

His eyes widened.

They didn't break through the Black Pigeon's defense at all, and they were still outside the gate.

Of all the people, this man in front of him was the one who had accurately pulled himself and Wooden Acorn into the illusion?

Sean on the opposite side was leaning lazily against the wall, with the tree people shouting and killing around him.

"Why don't you tell me where you came from, where you are going, and what you are going to do?"

Mu Jingzhi said nothing. Suddenly, his almost motionless body trembled, and the fragrance that Sean had smelled before spread out again.

Sean looked up curiously. The fragrance seemed to be a part of his body. What was the effect...

Can you break the illusion?

It can't be called restraint, but it seems to be using the influence of the real level to enhance the influence of the etheric level.

After all, fox magic needs to erode the opponent's mental power to activate, and the main battlefield can also be regarded as the etheric layer.

That fragrance has a disturbing effect...

While thinking, the fragrance spread to the surroundings in an unstoppable and strange way.

The tree people who were about to break down the gate were slightly stunned. Then, they immediately noticed that Wood Thorn, who was in the team just now, had reached the broken wall at some point and was lying weakly in it, covered with injuries.

The usually grumpy and willful Wood Acorn fell to the ground silently, his life or death unknown.

Only one man was standing lazily by the side, looking at them with amusement.

It's that person just now...

The transmission of pheromones among the tribesmen was much faster than shouting, and Mu Jingci's thoughts immediately entered everyone's mind.

Without any hesitation, the tree people who were originally besieging the gate went straight to Sean.

The poisonous thorns flew like bullets on the ground, so dense and black that there was no gap to be found.

Sean's eyes lit up slightly, and Youye took out his rusty energy blade and cut it into a circular arc of light.

All the wooden thorns were swept away. Sean looked at Youye with a regretful expression: "Your toxin is not good. It's not even as good as the one in Poison City. It's not even worth absorbing. Do you have anything new?"

Just as he finished speaking, the three peak king-level warriors roared and took a step forward. Their limbs were unexpectedly connected together, and a huge flower bud emerged from the top of their heads and quickly bloomed.

Sean looked up in surprise, only to see that the evil dome above him suddenly opened for a brief moment, allowing a ray of natural sunlight to pour down and land in the center of the pistil.

"Can you open the evil dome? What kind of trick is this..."

As he was speaking in surprise, the three people who were connected together lowered their heads at the same time, and the huge flowers that absorbed the sunlight were aimed at Sean.

"bass--"

A yellow-white light cut through the air at a speed that was barely detectable by the naked eye, and the high temperature caused the tender buds of the surrounding tree people to wilt.

"Sunshine and Flame, Sunny Day Team?" A man's laughter rang out in the smoke and dust.

No one could understand his nonsense, but Woodthorn suddenly looked up.

Another wave of pheromones emanated.

Standing at the back of the team, a group of women with green beads on their earlobes raised their hands and chanted unknown and obscure prayers.

Sean, who was about to find out what was going on, was slightly stunned, and then an unimaginable pain appeared directly in his mind.

The stinging pain was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and no matter how Sean used his mental strength to suppress it, he couldn't get rid of it.

"Keep attacking and spray out all the poisonous mist!" Wood Thorn roared.

Poisonous mists of various colors emanated from the heads, ears, pores and other parts of different tree people. They merged in the air and even turned into a rainbow of colors.

Even if you close your mouth and nose, you can still feel the toxicity of the stimulation.

Sean rubbed his temple and looked towards the wooden thorn.

"How did you get your ability to perceive? Is it innate in your clan? Or did you have some kind of fortuitous encounter?"

Wood Thorn wiped the green blood from the corner of his mouth with difficulty and said in a deep voice: "You paid a heavy price when you killed the spores, didn't you? I admit that you are very strong, but without illusion, you are nothing more than that."

Sean nodded appreciatively: "You are very perceptive."

In order to quickly kill the reserve troops ambushed nearby and the woman named Muspore, Sean used his fraudulent heart and paid a heavy price.

His mental power was messed up, and Sean's respiratory system had become extremely fragile after paying the price for the targeted deception.

Unexpectedly, Wood Thorn discovered this so quickly.

Moreover, this group of tree people seemed to be very familiar with team combat. Various abilities could be used in combination, and there were even types in various directions.

Wood Thorn dragged his broken body, his eyes full of hatred: "If you kill Spore, you should pay with your life."

Sean shook his aching head and looked at the other party with a frown:

"You're still so... simple even though you're already deep red. It seems like there aren't many intrigues where you tree people live."

"Humph, a bunch of thieves! You enjoy the fertile land, but you just ruined it into ruins. You have no mother, no faith, you don't deserve to enjoy this land!"

Thief? Mother? Faith?

Sean tried to think more, but his head, which was about to explode, did not allow him to think deeply.

A group of tree people who seemed to be good at physical combat were approaching, and the female tree people who were capable of mental attacks increased their frequency again.

"It should be said that other Crimsons may not be able to deal with this group of kings..."

Sean sighed slightly.

Then he gently hooked his fingers.

In an instant, the scene seen by all the tree people changed completely.

In his field of vision, countless of his compatriots were crying, the rotten branches in his heart were trying to come out of his chest, and nameless evil spirits were grabbing his compatriots by the neck.

Killing intent and madness surged up.

In Mu Jingji's eyes, his fellow tribesmen who were originally approaching suddenly stopped in their tracks. Then, they went crazy and killed their compatriots directly!

"What are you doing?!" Mu Jingzhi looked at the scene in disbelief.

He saw that the people he was familiar with dug out his brother's heart, cried and bit his wife, and the priests who had lived with him since childhood were scrambling to snatch the green earlobes of their companions, and then hung the green earlobes like water drops on themselves, screaming and hugging the people around them, and their heads exploded.

Densely packed tree people were fighting each other, and this place instantly turned into a hell on earth.

"It's you...what did you do?!" He looked at Sean with bloodshot eyes.

Sean was clenching one hand, and blood-red mist was emanating from the bodies of the dead tree people, slowly gathering in his palm.

He tossed the energy ball condensed from the blood mist back and forth as if he was tasting something delicious, and finally put it into his own body.

"Huh..." Sean let out a long breath.

He looked at Wood Thorn with gratitude: "Fortunately, if you weren't so many people, my price wouldn't be offset... I feel much better now."

Wood Thorn discovered with horror that his God-given eyes could no longer see the opponent's weaknesses.

The lives of his own people became fertile soil for him to offset his weaknesses.

"Who the hell are you?!"

Sean straightened his clothes and let the tree people behind him kill each other.

He did not answer the other party's question, but just smiled and said: "I am not very good at direct combat... I am more used to having fun with everyone."

A screaming tree man seemed to have regained some consciousness, and he rushed towards Sean with red eyes.

However, Sean didn't even turn his head.

'Poof'.

A branch pierced the tree man's chest, and the branch came from his companion.

Sean was still collecting mist in his hands as he slowly walked towards the wood thorns.

"Your race is very interesting. You are naturally very sensitive to my illusions. Does this mean that there really isn't much deception where you live? Tsk, it's very similar to a friend of mine. She is naturally very sensitive to energy."

"Moreover, your qualities in every aspect are much better than those of our people... plus your special abilities, it's no wonder that the elite troops of the empire were caught off guard by you."

Sean walked to the front of Wood Thorn and slowly squatted down. He took a bite of the energy ball in his hand like eating a marshmallow.

He laughed. "But the essence is still the same. At least, I taste the same as everyone else."

"You are a devil..." Wood Thorn gritted his teeth.

Sean frowned slightly: "Why are you cursing?"

He sighed, "Okay, tell me where you are from, is it really the other side of the violent sea?"

Wood Thorn stared at him intently, and finally smiled: "The fertile land should be enjoyed by her people, not you thieves. When the people of the Holy Tree set foot on this continent, you will pay the price. No one can escape, including you."

"The Riddler is boring..." Sean's complaints came to an abrupt end.

Woodthorn stared with big eyes, and his body disintegrated like a rapidly decaying branch.

A palpable huge power blended gently into the land beneath one's feet.

"Feedback?" Sean didn't have time to stop the other party from committing suicide. To be precise, his illusion couldn't stop the other party's momentum of disintegration.

Not only the wooden thorns, but also the wooden acorns that had fallen unconscious nearby, and the remaining group of tree people that were fighting each other, were directly degraded in the same strange way.

"Is your method of destroying the body so convenient?" Sean muttered.

With his back to it, the head of the wood spore seemed to be degrading, but if one looked closer, one could notice that the entire head had sunk into the ground.

Soon, everything became fertile soil.

Sean stood up and stretched his body. He touched the back of his head, where an eyeball hidden under the skin was rolling around.

"Tsk, what a hassle! No wonder the Imperial Army suffered such a huge loss."

Looking inside the Black Pigeon, the tree people there had not degraded. They had no idea what was happening outside and were still fighting with the prison guards.

Sean thought about it for a moment, then smiled and left.

……

"Where are the reinforcements? Why haven't they arrived yet?!"

This time, there were two groups of people shouting. Not only the prison guards, but also the group of tree people who sneaked in first were roaring loudly.

However, the Empire's reinforcements arrived first after all.

A group of troops dressed in red were not rejected by the black pigeons. They charged straight in, targeting the tree people.

The tree people realized that something was wrong and they knew that the troops outside might also have problems.

Without any hesitation, the tree people began to degrade on the spot.

However, a man wearing a black mask grabbed the necks of the two leading tree people, and the two men discovered that the degradation methods of their own tribe were actually blocked by some special means.

With a little force, the two tree people fainted.

Peace finally came to the Black Pigeon, which was screaming with killing intent. However, the bodies of prison guards and prisoners scattered all over the ground reminded everyone that a huge accident had just occurred.

The man wearing the black mask raised his head slightly and walked quickly towards the underground. Along the way, he kept looking around until he stopped at the fourth floor from the bottom.

He looked at the other prisoners, including the count and his wife, and finally turned his gaze to the door leading to the third floor from the bottom.

The loud knocking sound that Sean heard here had disappeared. The man walked forward and did some inspection, then slowly retreated.

The dim ceiling light in the corridor shone down, illuminating the pattern on his black mask, which was a leaf.

There were more footsteps heard, and the warden of Black Pigeon finally arrived.

The warden glanced around and finally set his sights on the masked man.

"How?" he asked.

The latter shook his head: "It's okay... But it's strange, the other party shouldn't be able to break into the Black Pigeon... Mr. Warden, I think you need to explain to His Majesty."

The warden choked and said in a bad tone: "I reported to the imperial capital. It is impossible for me to bring anyone who was not rejected by the Black Pigeon!"

"That has nothing to do with me..." the masked man said calmly, and then he looked towards the exit, "There are more than just this many people coming, and there are also attacks outside."

The warden frowned: "Where are the people outside?"

The masked man shook his head: "I don't know, he should have been dealt with by someone... The people outside should be the main force. This shows that the mysterious man is very strong. Very strong."

"Mystery man?"

The masked man nodded and took a step forward: "I will go back and report to His Majesty. I will leave the rectification work to you."

He left the Black Dove, and the warden lost a lot of temper in his office alone.

However, what they didn't notice was that the blood from the corpses slowly gathered in the sewer and slowly flowed towards the deepest part of the prison.