One after another, the chests of the ogres exploded one after another, spewing out dark red blood. Amidst the crisp and rapid thunder, a clear gurgling sound was made. It was shrouded in magic, surging, spreading, and flowing to everyone.
Under the feet of an ogre, there are living dark red ouroboroses, connected head to tail, outlining a magic circle of inverted pentagrams.
In occultism, the inverted pentagram has always been considered a symbol of evil and Satan.
The pictures at the feet of the ogres were filled with a sense of weirdness and depravity. Just one glance at it made Zheng Qing breathless, as if the bloody skulls and sheep heads were looking up from the sky.
Those in the magic circle struggled to climb up, with their bent horns pressed against the ogre's joints. Their bodies were pulled and twisted by invisible forces, and were constantly infused with crazy power from the underworld.
Gan Ning's expression suddenly changed.
He felt the traces of the professor's modulation from those powers.
Professor Monteria has always adhered to the idea that practice is more important than theory. Many times, the professor is not afraid to conduct experiments when the theory is unclear - this sense of urgency is also one of the reasons why he is respected and loved by many young wizards in the laboratory.
, after all, young people have little patience and are ignorant and recklessly brave about the serious consequences that illegal experiments may cause.
At the moment, the aura of madness lingering around those ogres was something he had felt on the professor's test bench. He remembered it very clearly. It was a powerful but extremely uncontrollable force.
The magical creatures selected in the laboratory - from tiny eight-legged spiders, corpse-eating beetles, to fish wives in the water, poisonous insects in the air, to common red chain snakes, rare thestrals, etc. - there is no one.
Able to carry that kind of power, the best-performing Behemoth howled and melted like a candle burned by fire an hour after being infused with that power; the worst-performing unicorn even just smelled the scent,
His two legs were fighting, he was incontinent, and he completely lost consciousness.
Generally speaking, this is a power that is more friendly to dark creatures. When the young wizards in the laboratory privately discussed the source of this power, they all unanimously cast their sights into the depths of the starry sky.
The combination of blood and starry sky is a taboo even in the field of black magic.
"There are tunnels in strong winds, and they can be cut or mopped (zhuo)!"
"Min Tian is so powerful that he applies it to the earth below!"
"What grass is not yellow, what grass is not mysterious!"
"No grass will die, no wood will wither!"
Su Shijun's clear spell resounded in all directions, mixed with divine punishment, wind blades and destructive magic, falling from the sky like a meteorite falling from the sky, turning into a huge grindstone, grinding the flesh and bones that were not destroyed under the meteorite into powder.
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The swirling wind blades wrapped around the dense ash, setting off a gray-white world. Zheng Qing felt as if he was standing on the edge of a sandstorm. As far as he could see, there was turbidity three to five meters away, and he could not see anything clearly.
He held the rune gun and looked above his head.
The figure of the witch was submerged in the dust, cyclones and dim sky, making it vague and unclear. The young public-funded student looked at the magic biology lecturer on the other side with some confusion, but was surprised to find that Gan Ning was looking at him with a serious face.
The scene in front of him was that he was mumbling words, with four or five noteboards of different sizes floating around him, and colorful quills were writing non-stop in accordance with his mumbling.
It's like being in a laboratory.
Zheng Qing stood on the shoulders of Bo Fu's giant, pulled its ears, and gestured to come closer to the magic biology lecturer. He was curious about what Gan Ning was writing.
But the giant at his feet remained motionless.
"Something is wrong!"
Xiao Xiao's slightly urgent voice came to his ears: "The results of the divination suddenly became chaotic... The feedback system from the battle array showed that there is danger coming, but we found nothing! Be careful!"
The materialized second-level battle formation naturally possesses some of the abilities of the Bofu Titan, such as its huge body, huge strength, and keen battlefield intuition.
At this moment, the giant's intuition was constantly warning the police, but the young wizards who built the giant's flesh and blood body were at a loss, not knowing where the alarm came from.
Woohoo…
Almost at the same time as Xiao Xiao warned, Zheng Qing sensitively noticed that something was wrong with the howling wind around him. There was a little bit of other sounds mixed in with the wind.
Zhiwuwu...
Zhizhiwu...
"Somewhat similar to the shakuhachi, a flute sound with a sharp sound!" Xiao Xiao quickly made his own judgment: "This is the overture for the dead. Only the dead wandering by the Wuding River can hear this kind of sound.
Sound... are we dead?"
The last sentence was filled with the doctor's confusion.
Definitely not dead.
Zheng Qing, who had had a death experience, was very sure of his judgment. While comforting his anxious companions, he listened carefully. The sound of the flute came from the gray-white dust storm swirling not far away. At first,
The sound was very weak, and it was inconspicuous among the sounds of wind, spells, screams of ogres, and the sounds of broken trees.
But gradually, the shakuhachi's voice became clearer and clearer, with a hint of ridicule in the harshness, like thousands of anxious birds chirping in unison, noisy and sharp, making people sick to hear, and a sudden surge in my heart.
There was a frenzied impulse to smash everything around and destroy everything around him.
"What an astonishing piece of work."
A small, admiring voice suddenly came from Zheng Qing's ears: "Use blood rituals to summon ancestors, pay the price of flesh and blood, and trade with those gluttons... Very few wizards dare to use the power of the stars to reconcile the power of demons. Look,
The method is a little immature, but the design structure is very clever... It's a pity, it's a pity... this is a dead end. The power after being neutralized by the star air conditioner will only return to the starry sky... If the power of demons can be tamed so easily, they would have become
An endangered species in the Alliance."
The boy was stunned for a few seconds before he remembered the resident of his ear hole, the little green snake - as part of the former Siren King's power, its knowledge was obviously extraordinary.
"Do you know what's going on? Who's up to something? That ogre? Who did it make a deal with? Is it dangerous? What should I do? Can you inform sir?"
The young public-funded student hurriedly asked a series of questions.
But after the little green snake said those words, it fell into silence again. Even though the wizard pulled his ears and shook his head, he refused to make another sound, as if it was just talking in his sleep, or Zheng Qing was hallucinating for a while.
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Soon, Zheng Qing knew that it was not an illusion.
call!
A thick, scaly arm suddenly cut through the rolling dust and reached straight towards the witch in mid-air. Almost at the same time, four more arms reached out from the dust and grabbed the four cyan fox tails hanging around.