Chapter 495： The end of the monster (1/2)

The masses that are difficult to describe and give people a huge sense of sorrow are so squirming, even if they are jumping from the real world into the dark world of the shadows and reading the various light classics, Wright has never heard of a horrible thing. Things are a mixture of twisted flesh and blood. They don't see the outlines of bones, muscles, and skin. They are mixed with magnificent pieces with crystal texture. The mixture is soaked in a sparkling water. "But", but when you look closely, you will find that the sparkling "water scorpion" is really a ray of light: its edge is diffused and connected with the low-light particles that swim in the air. Wright, who is a decent cleric, can be sure that it is a very pure light.

Divine and awkward, beautiful and horrible, completely contradictory elements are gathered in this pile of rapidly regenerating mixture, making amber feel scalp tingling.

A white knight exclaimed: "He is regenerating!"

No one wants to understand how this mixture is a principle, and no one knows how Franberry became this posture, of course, before the heroic white knights were arrogantly playing a pile of heavy grenades in the room. This temporary bishop may not be in this form, but everyone knows one thing, that is, this group is regenerating things is definitely not a good generation!

Wright immediately raised the warhammer and ordered it loudly: "Prepare the handgun"

The twisted flesh soaked in the light of the light survived a fierce bombing and survived, but it is not difficult to judge from the state of its wolverine that this thing is not immortal, it can be hurt and can be weakened. The supernaturals of this world are no strangers to the magical creatures that can be regenerated. For them, the enemy's vitality or reproducibility is not terrible. As long as it can be injured, the problem is not big.

In short, as long as it can brighten the bleeding, it is at most a few more rounds.

However, at the moment when the white knights had just raised their handguns, the difference was steep.

The mixture of flesh and blood and crystals suddenly accelerated the creeping speed, and there was an indescribable buzzing sound in the flowing water around it. The snoring seemed to be the roar of a thousand beasts. It broke into the minds of everyone on the scene, and the nearest amber was no exception. She stared at the mixture of the light in the light, and thought that the things mixed with flesh and crystal were so holy. .

The glorious sacred music rang, the whole prayer room was shrouded in light, and the endless light hangs from the distant horizon as if it were curtains, shrouded in all directions, turning it into a magnificent, magnificent and wonderful place. The sanctuary, Amber saw that countless spirits emerged from the air, worshipping the shadow of the shackles in the center of the sanctuary, and a low whisper sounded in her ears:

"Worship Him... Believe in Him... Believe in Him... Obey Him... He will protect you, He will guide you..."

There were more curtains around, and the invisible wind blew in the secret room, raising the thin curtain-like curtain. Behind the curtain, the dense eyes shimmered and swayed, casting no good or malicious gaze. Innumerable mouths open and close in the dark, giving a whisper that is meaningless and meaningless.

Amber subconsciously took a step forward and wanted to embrace the holy light. Her heart seemed to keep some kind of weird waking. She knew that she was about to cross an invisible boundary. Once she entered the field, she would Becoming a devout believer in the Light of the Light, but she herself could not lift a slight sense of resistance. She took the first step, then the second step...

But just as she was about to reach that limit, a voice that was not often heard but familiar was suddenly broke into her mind: "...what do you believe in the stuff? It’s better to learn to cook with me. ......"

All the illusions vanished, the light, the curtain, the whisper, the eyes behind the curtain and the invisible mouth... everything was broken like a dream, and Amber found himself standing in a messy prayer room, not even in the footsteps. Moved and divided, and the **** flesh of the group is still immersed in a holy light like water, and the regeneration is far from complete.

"Thank you goddess for saving the field..." Amber flew quickly (and without reverence) in the heart, thanking the goddess of the shadow she believed in, and then saw the other person's situation for the first time: Wright's body seemed to freeze the general station. In the same place, glaring at the group of flesh and blood, the other white knights in the room are all tight muscles, each face is struggling to confront.

The white knights are not only as simple as the elite soldiers selected from the army. They also have a determined mind, and they have accepted the baptism of the new teachings of the Holy Light. When they face the belief of the Holy Light, they even I can't do it directly like amber, but I can resist it for a long time.

Amber immediately thought about what she could do now, but before she took action, a roar suddenly came from the side.

Wright actually broke away from the weird spiritual influence with his extraordinary mind. He lifted the mechanical power warhammer high, and the warhammer was full of sly light, accompanied by a roar, the hammer hammered down.

The twisted flesh that has just been polymerized to half is directly disintegrated by this hammer and quickly vaporized in the glowing light.

Amber heard an illusionary scream in his mind, and the whistling sound was mixed with great pain and hatred. She even felt a real emotion in this prayer room, every present. Everyone feels this emotion: in addition to hate, more is remorse and incomprehension. It seems that until it is completely dissipated, the owner of this emotion does not want to understand why his carefully arranged traps will have no effect. I want to understand why this group of intruders will not play according to common sense...

The whistling sound disappeared after half a second, and the holy light that wandered through the prayer room suddenly weakened. All the stirring energy gradually calmed down, and the atmosphere of Franberry was completely dissipated in the air.

The white knights clenched the warhammer and lifted the handgun for two minutes before they confirmed that the enemy had been completely destroyed.