As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

How many corpses are there?

One hundred, two hundred? One thousand, two thousand?

Among the corpses were priests, nuns, and ordinary believers.

Behind them were the branches and vines extending from the strange tree, hanging in the air, swaying, swaying.

The silent fear has quietly penetrated into everyone's heart.

The sound of trembling teeth, trembling legs, and a vague sound in the throat that could not be told whether it was a growl or a moan echoed around.

The third young god!

Compared with the previous two, this child god's growth rate was significantly higher. She took advantage of the church to clear out the other two child gods, sneaked into a place favored by the goddess, and used the hearts of the goddess's followers as food to grow rapidly. .

She seems to have chosen a completely different growth direction from the other two young gods.

The mother's body and the baby god in her belly seemed to be merging together in some strange way.

This integration has not yet been completely completed. Once completed, I am afraid it will be the end of Larnaca as a whole.

Without any hesitation, Gerald raised the magic wand in his hand high, and the light of dawn lit up. His wrinkled lips moved quickly, spitting out vague words one after another.

Next to them, every cleric was ready for battle.

Almost at the same time, the tree seemed to feel the presence of Gerald and others. Her eyelids, which had almost completely ossified into bark, were raised with difficulty, and her stiff eyeballs turned slowly.

When she saw the large number of priests in front of her, Dashu was not afraid at all. A ball of light suddenly burst out in her dull eyes, and she seemed very excited.

"food……"

"Ah, my child...the food you want is here."

"The heart of the Hierophant...how delicious."

The big tree made a nervous sound, and the trunk began to shake. A layer of fluorescence suddenly flashed on the trunk, spreading along the trunk to every branch.

Gerald's magic wand raised high came down with a crash, and a huge lightsaber condensed out of thin air in mid-air, slashing straight ahead dozens of meters away.

Sword of Dawn!

boom!

For a moment, sparks flew everywhere and debris flew everywhere.

The Sword of Dawn shattered in mid-air, Gerald's body suddenly took two steps back, and his face turned pale for an instant.

A branch also fell from the big tree. Just now, this branch suddenly expanded and blocked the sword of dawn falling from the sky.

Rain of Divine Light Swords!

On the other side, densely packed lightsabers also fell from the air, hitting the big tree with a clanking sound, but failed to cause any damage to the trunk. Virgil's face looked a little ugly. The defensive power of this big tree was far away. Even more amazing than imagined.

The fluorescence had flashed to the end of every branch, and in the next moment, you could see a flower blooming at the end of the branch, where the body was hanging, in just a few seconds.

The scarlet petals and scarlet stamens are like flowers made of condensed blood.

The next second, the corpse that was hanging in the air fell from the air like a ripe fruit with a crackling sound.

At an altitude of ten to twenty meters, even practitioners will inevitably break their muscles and bones or even die if they are not protected.

But these corpses, no.

They fell to the ground, then slowly got up, and raised their heads one by one. On their stiff and dull faces, only their eyes were shining with a strange light. Around the eye sockets, a circle of thin threads came out like insects. Squirming.

"ah……"

The Tree of the Young God suddenly let out a scream.

The sound of blasphemy.

Including Gerald and Virgil, the thoughts of many priests suddenly became stagnant, their bodies stiffened, as if they had been petrified, and the magic spells in their mouths suddenly stopped.

At this moment, the puppet that landed on the ground began to roar wildly and rushed forward.

"what……"

There was another scream, but this scream was not from the Tree of Young Gods. The owner of the voice was Lydia.

The dead wail.

Wherever the sound came, the priests felt a sharp pain as if a steel needle had been embedded in their heads, but this sharp pain also woke them up from the stagnation they had felt before.

Not to mention, as an undead witch, Lydia has the ability to control all deaths... Although the figures in front of her are puppets controlled by the Tree of Young Gods, they are also existences that have lost their lives.

As long as it is dead, it will be affected by the wail of the undead.

The screams spread out, and at least about a third of the puppets stopped in place instantly. Some struggle flashed in their wide eyes, and then they rushed towards their companions like crazy.

Puff, puff, puff...

Weird sounds continued to sound, and the scene at the scene could only be described as flesh and blood flying everywhere.

The puppets have sharp claws and long teeth. They seem to have turned into pure beasts. The claws penetrate the body, and the sound of the fangs tearing flesh is endless.

The power of the witch was undoubtedly demonstrated at this time. Lydia alone was able to hold down two-thirds of the puppets.

At the rear, a large number of paladins also began to form a group of thirteen. After receiving reinforcements from priests and priests, they grabbed the spears in their hands and charged forward.

Irelia is supplementing the chant so that all the priests can always maintain their strongest state.

Gerald and Virgil turned their attention to the Young God Tree in front of them. The Young God Tree was very dissatisfied with the interference in her actions. She opened her mouth again and wanted to utter a sharp blasphemy. sound.

At this moment, Gerald suddenly raised his left hand and pressed it on his ear with a snap.

The next moment, blood gurgled out of both ears.

The old priest directly shattered his eardrums to avoid being affected by the blasphemous sound.

Woo!

A whirlwind began to blow around his body, and the sound of the wind became more and more intense.

The old priest, who completely ignored the influence of the blasphemous voice, pointed his magic wand, and the wind blades were enough to cut through the boulders, leaving cracks on the trunk of the Young God Tree.

Visible to the naked eye, scarlet mucus is gurgling out along the cracks.

But this time, the trunk of the Young God Tree trembled violently, so much so that the dense leaves rattled.

call……

A long vine, like a poisonous snake falling from the sky, twitched towards Gerald.

"fire……"

call……

Virgil, who was not far away from Archbishop Gerald, suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blazing flames. In an instant, scarlet light jumped in the air.

Ever since he learned about the existence of the black beast and the young god, Virgil has never been idle.

Although he did not have the opportunity to directly conduct experiments on the Young God, he did get a lot of experimental subjects like the Black Beast. Listening to the sharp and tragic screams of the Black Beast every day, he almost turned into Vergil who was suffering from the crisis of death. The biggest adjustment in life.