studiobondurri Chapter 442: 328 Great Demon Langmuluo_2
Chapter 442: 328 Great Demon Langmuluo_2
Chapter 442: Chapter 328 Great Demon Langmuluo_2
His body began to disintegrate, with blood constantly flowing out, yet his eyes remained especially calm and resolute.
The Blood-Erosion Alligator Dragon stood in front of him, the towering Blood River blocking the approach of the Lizardman ghost masks, steadily neutralizing the immense river.
The Mother Worm stood at the forefront, mental energy continuously spreading, fiercely assaulting the ghost masks, scattering their energy and markedly slowing their advance.
The Insectoid Titan, dragging its healing metal body, swung its six arms, delivering a Shock Impact directly upon the ghost masks, fracturing them by a third and halting them mid-path.
Seeing this, Langmuluo became even angrier. If it weren’t for Xiliye being so useless and killed first, had he an additional corporeal body, how powerful could his burst of strength have been?
How could he possibly be so restricted?
And this world, the level of Spiritual Energy is too low, far too low.
No longer conserving energy, three altars within the spatial rifts began to crumble, and the statues of the Lizard God atop them also started to gradually vanish.
Energy was completely extracted, then imbued upon the ghost masks, fully locking onto Su Han.
A talent of this race should not have appeared; better dead, to be enslaved as nourishment.
“Lone Wolf!”
Su Han felt a sudden heaviness on his body, but at that moment, he swept it with his Psychokinetic Power and called out loudly.
An enormous shadow of a wolf swiftly crossed the battlefield, threading through the profound and immense cracks, and suddenly appeared before the three spatial rifts.
This is not good!
Langmuluo’s face changed drastically; he felt danger despite it being just a Third Order Energy Entity.
“Damn it, setting off fireworks for the old man.”
Lone Wolf, standing high atop the walls of Wushan City, spat fiercely and glared vindictively at Langmuluo.
Boom!
A terrifying mushroom cloud instantly rose, an immensely huge energy blast impacting the three spatial rifts.
The space here, already on the brink of collapse due to the appearance of the Great Demon Incarnation, coupled with the Wolf Spirit’s belly containing no fewer than seven or eight nuclear warheads, exploded with a terrifying yield, the resulting force directly tearing through the space.
With the connection of energy severed, even the massive energy from the nuclear blasts was absorbed.
Su Han suddenly looked up, his calm gaze filled with icy coldness: “It’s my turn now.”
The phantasm of the Nine-Snake Mother Tree emerged behind him, the Insectoid Titan retracted, Mother Worm retracted, Blood-Erosion Alligator Dragon retracted, all energy pouring into this Corporeal form, causing the Spiritual Energy Entity of the Nine-Snake Mother Tree to exceed a kilometer.
An eerie blood-red moon appeared above the canopy of the Nine-Snake Mother Tree, unspeakably flamboyant, like the vivid redness of fresh blood.
In just a short exchange, 971 warriors had died in battle, 1925 were severely injured, and countless weapons and equipment were lost, not to mention immeasurable damages to the farms outside the city.
This was a brutal encounter, and after the battlefield was cleared, less than one-tenth of the warriors’ bodies were found.
They were all buried in the dust of the battlefield, possibly turned into powder, perhaps burned to ashes, eternally guarding the city of survivors.
The Lizardmen Clan’s corpses that remained were more thoroughly destroyed than the Armed Forces’, for when Langmuluo descended he not only sacrificed the living Lizardmen but also devoured a part of the Lizardmen remains.
The remaining Lizardmen and Lizard Beasts’ corpses amounted to no more than thirty thousand, while the bodies of Fourth Grade were preserved slightly more, about ten or so.
However, it’s worth mentioning that a living Fourth Grade Lizard Priest was dug up by the Armed Forces from the buried land, with half his body gone, but not yet dead—Aosha.
After Yang Chaojian temporarily took over from Tian Limeng to input mental energy, Su Han had more time to recover his own Spiritual Energy, and during this period, Aosha was brought before him.
“Spare me, I know things about Lord Langmuluo, and about Demon Promotion...”
The weak voice of Aosha came through; his half-body submerged in nutrient fluid, seeing Su Han, who contended with High Priest Langmuluo with his Fourth Grade body, he had already given up his race’s belief.
It’s not that he wasn’t devout, his devotion was to the Lizard God, not the cruel Langmuluo, that damned old lizard.
Ruthlessly abandoning them, using their people for sacrifice...
In the view of this old lizard, they were no different from expendables.
Aosha wanted to live, so he chose to betray.
Su Han’s calm gaze made the weak Aosha even more scared, he hurriedly said, “If you help me recover my body, I will tell you everything. Without Demon Promotion, you won’t be able to defeat the true form of High Priest Langmuluo. His Blood Sea Space is incomparably larger than our three tribes’ spaces combined, and his energy is far more vast...”
“Your people killed many... many of my people.”
Su Han’s gaze was cold, and by his side, Qin Henghu, Zhou Wentao, and the other generals all radiated murderous intent.
No pretense, just pure killing intent; the Armed Forces soldiers slain in battle may have been the same ones helping in those farmlands the day before they were called to fight, even tilling them. They might not even have tasted a single ear of corn that grew there.
Now they are buried there forever, even without finding their bodies.
This kind of hatred made it impossible for them to feign politeness or contain their feelings.
Such a blood feud can only be repaid with blood.
The Book of Blood Spirit lit up with Su Han, the power of the Mother Worm fused into his body: “What I need, I will find myself.”
Aosha’s complexion changed drastically, trying to resist but unable to gather a shred of strength.
He was already gravely injured, strength reduced to a tenth, not to mention the nutrient fluid which was spiked, further paralyzing his body and nerves.
Su Han’s monumental mental energy kept invading, directly controlling his mind; with previous experience of intrusion, this time he was extremely proficient.
“Where is Langmuluo?”
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