Dull, hot, oppressive...

This is all the experience that the electric monk can feel. Wrapped in the stone body of the fish people, he has no possibility of moving. The feeling of suffocation fills his respiratory tract, and the heavy restraints make it impossible for him to exert any strength.

The psychic amplifier implanted in the back of his neck sent out a beeping alarm, which resounded through his skull with the help of bone conduction. His brain was boiling hissingly, and his ravaged body was like an unstable piece.

The shale seems to be likely to fall apart at any time.

However, he still did not give up, even though reason and thinking have become out of reach. His faith in the God of Virtual Games supports him like a white flame. If his faith is not extinguished, he will not die.

Finally, after using all his willpower to silently recite Stim's holy name, the Electric Monk finally got his reward. The "Escape Technique" circle that was imprinted into his body along with the psychic amplifier was finally triggered and took effect.

His two arms stretched out in front of him. All the original earth and rocks there were moved to the positions where the two arms were before. When his fingers touched each other, a magical gesture unique to Priest Stim was used.

At the position he pointed to, the earth and rocks in the stone body of the fish people instantly turned into "pixelated" modules, as if they were made of building blocks. When the electric monk pushed forward hard, the pixel blocks collapsed layer by layer and scattered.

Arrived on the ground.

"Hiss~" The air poured in along the opened channel, and the electric monk took a long breath. He had no time to care about the sand inhaled in his mouth and nose, but used it again on the body of the fishman.

Pixel art”.

With a "crash" sound, he finally got his flail and long-edged dagger. Immediately afterwards, regardless of the fish people's violent reaction, the electric monk "broke out of the ground" (literally) from his body, and

Give your opponent a flail blow with your backhand.

Transformed into a body of earth and stone, this time after being flogged, the Fat Mayor was no longer as calm as before. A large piece of his body was broken, and a large area of ​​cracks appeared on his face.

It rained all night, and the house leaked. Just after a few hard blows, the "Stone Body Potion"'s effect time was over. The guy who turned into a fish man fell directly to the ground, with a big hole in his chest and a piece missing from his body.

One piece is missing, like a rag doll that has been played with.

"Tsk"... stabbed the long-edged dagger into his throat. "Stab"... rotated it for a week. He directly cut off the fish man's head. The head was like a fat-headed fish, rolling "Gurgling"

Away to the side, the fat mayor finally died at the hands of the electric monk.

After doing this, the Electric Monk was breathing heavily, but he did not relax his vigilance. Because there was another bigger trouble at the scene - the leaning tower built by the mayor of Soft Maple City who turned into a fish man, now seems to have been completely destroyed.

The final blood sacrifice was completed.

The blood of the fish people and the craftsmen who had committed suicide due to control had now gathered into a gurgling stream, flowing to the surface of the tower as if alive, and quickly seeping in along the cracks.

The electric monk looked at everything in front of him, his brain working rapidly, looking for a solution. Although he still didn't know the specific function of this leaning tower, he could roughly guess that all this must be related to the aboleth.

Most likely it's summoning that kind of weird thing.

"Ramsay is in too much chaos now," the electric monk thought to himself. "If the aboleths come in again and take a hand, the world may suffer from the double poison of the emperor and the terrible aberrations originating from ancient evil things."

.My god’s new plan to spread faith will be hindered.”

After thinking about this clearly, he no longer hesitated. "No matter what the price," the electric monk tightened his grip on the flail again, "I will destroy this filthy creation today."

After reinstalling the long-handled dagger into the secret slot, the Electric Monk held the handle of the flail tightly with his right hand and stroked the spiked chains together with his left hand.

Blood flowed from the wound, and he smeared his own blood on every sacred emblem carved on the flail. "The great god of virtual games is with me," the electric monk shouted Stim's holy emblem.

name, and began to use the highest standard of "sacred manifestation".

The sincerity caused the stone to open, and the moment he finished his prayer, the god responded to the priest's request. Destructive light emerged from the body of the electric monk, tearing the robe he was wearing, and straight up

The earth shoots towards the night sky.

"The gods are bestowing divine power on their priests!" Standing on the top of the protruding promontory, looking at the pillar of light beyond the mountains, the emperor's mind couldn't help but be slightly shaken. He immediately used his authority to give an order to the general's dog trainer: "

Lead the army and head towards the location of the pillar of light. If you find the incarnation of the god, attack it immediately!"

At the same time, he himself also left from the top of the mountain. The current situation was not good for him. Two more tribulation generals lost contact with them, and the emperor had to once again be busy preparing for their resurrection. He was now somewhat overwhelmed.

Sense. The two tribulation generals, Dog Tamer and Bone Eater, should not have divided their forces as the war progressed, but now he had no good choice.

In addition to the emperor, many other beings in the Ramsey plane also noticed this beam of divine energy. Of course, none of them felt it as clearly as Toplo, who was next to the beam.

The Lord of the Furious Ocean, who was defeated by the dog trainer, is now wrapped in the dark leaning tower, and is just about to break out of the "cocoon" on his body and re-enter the stage of the Ramsay plane. But at this moment, as the bottom

As a demon-inhabited fish, he actually felt an aura that made him feel uncomfortable appearing around him.

"Foolish slave of the gods!"

Toplo was almost furious. He felt that there was a priest outside the cocoon using the highest level of divine manifestation. If it was used successfully, of course the other party's soul would be washed clean by the surging divine power and turned into a body of a god with no self at all.

, but this also means that the last seed of the Aboleth Empire in this plane has also been annihilated.

You know, after he was defeated by the dog trainer, he spent a lot of effort and used part of his own flesh and blood as bait to deceive a fish man with status and let him perform a blood sacrifice ceremony for him to restore his strength.

Now, a situation called "failure" seems to have come to his door again - a priest of a god actually broke his blood sacrifice ceremony.

"This is the only way!"

His parotid glands swelled, and six follicles spurted out from the gill holes on both sides, suspended in the middle of the viscous liquid. He used his tentacles to fiddle with the follicles in turn, and at the same time began to chant a spell in his mouth.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, Toplo's body quickly shriveled up, turning from a strong aboleth into an immobile salted fish.

Those follicles were like bean sprouts that had absorbed enough water, growing at an incredible speed. "Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom"... After six consecutive crisp crackling sounds, all six aboleths hatched from the follicles.
Chapter completed!