Vol 15 Chapter 27 memorial service (3)

The huge blade swept across the sky, and the power enough to destroy a city was compressed into the blade. With lightning and thunder, it cut through the body of the huge black shadow, and blood spurted out, hitting the ground and having a more terrifying reaction with those sludge, and they began to gradually give birth to new life.

A corrupt life.

He Shenyan stared at all this, his fingers moved slightly, and the blade continued to sweep. The shadow was torn apart like a Paoding Jie Niu. He is very familiar with the forces that make up this world. Leaving aside the terrifying essence, the source of power inside actually comes from Sithone.

But it’s different.

It’s like the difference between warm water and cold water.

First, the birdmen in the eternal paradise found him, and then the underworld believers from another dimension tried to destroy the world?

Ah, Strange, we’ve had a lot of trouble.

A mean smile appeared on the mage’s face, and disappeared in the next second.

He put his hands together, and the huge black shadow with only the skeleton left was directly cut in half by the blade. The smelly internal organs were scattered all over the place, its mutilated body fell to the ground, and the sludge boiled more violently. A horrific noise ensues, disturbing.

Dark Voices… Trouble.

He Shenyan raised his right hand, and magic power bloomed from his palm. In the dead sky, a sun seemed to rise, and it began to shine generously and burn the sludge.

There are many world-destroying spells in Sishorn’s book of the dark gods. Of course, there are some, but very few people can release them. As a mage who has read the Dark God Book no less than 300 times, He Shenyan can say responsibly that the noise that is going on is the one recorded in the Dark God Book.

The voice of darkness, released by communicating the power of Sithone. If they were mortals, they would be reduced to mindless puppets the moment they heard the voice, and their bodies would begin to mutate within minutes—transforming into the most terrifying monsters they could remember. Although the strength may not be as good, it is definitely a first-class terror.

Most importantly, this spell can even cause contagion. If a monster transformed from a human infected by the Voice of Darkness kills other people, the killed person will also become a part of the monster.

However, does the person behind the scenes really think this spell is useful to him?

True, this spell can interfere with the minds of many mages, preventing them from concentrating on combat. This is a deadly threat to the Kama Taj-style mages, but He Shenyan’s Kama-Taj mages in this world are no longer of the same species as those in other worlds.

Suspended rings were even abandoned.

His mind was spinning, and he speculated in an instant that the attacker might not know who he really was. Of course, I can’t say for sure, maybe that person is just pretending to be stupid.

The top priority now is to find the missing doctor, Carter Leontones. His body and spirit were alienated into a transfer station by Sithone’s power, but he was not unsaved. As long as he is found, this rotten world built by his spirit and Sithorn’s power will naturally disappear.

He Shenyan frowned and made an appearance of being influenced by the sound of darkness. At the same time, the huge blade made of pure magic power was removed, and he began to use low-power primary fireballs and other spells instead. The fireball the size of a washbasin was shot, and its power could only make the house collapse, but it was more than enough to deal with the dead people who were slowly crawling out of the mud.

Their bodies could not resist the burning of the flames, but He Shenyan’s brows furrowed even deeper—is this guy who casts spells okay? The summoned undead are so unbearable?

In desperation, he began to continue to reduce the output of magic power, and at the same time temporarily made his face pale, and his body began to shake. He gritted his teeth and began to slowly make a forced landing, looking like he was exhausted.

The person behind the scenes is protected by Sithone’s power, and he really can’t find where the other party is for a while. It’s like a maggot got into the cesspool, let alone looking for it, He Shenyan didn’t even want to use his mental tentacles to take a second look.

Fortunately, the person behind the scenes is obviously a guy who doesn’t have much patience.

Just as he was about to touch the ground, four tentacles burst out from under the mud, binding his limbs firmly. He Shenyan’s expression suddenly became extremely ugly – he has a cleanliness addiction.

However, this expression fell in the eyes of the people behind the scenes, but it was the proof that he had nothing to do. With a chuckle, a man carrying Carter Leontones rose from the mud.

He Shenyan glanced at Carter Leontones who was still in a coma with sympathy: Sithone’s power would not be so disgusting under normal circumstances, unless the caster himself had a mental problem.

“Hello, guardian of this world, we finally meet for real.”

He let go of Carter’s hand, and another tentacle emerged and bound him. The man applauded: “I have to say, your tenacity is beyond my imagination, and you can endure for so long under the sound of darkness.”

“But…that’s it.”

The man smiled and raised his right hand, folded it into a palm, and the power from Sishorn wrapped around his palm: “Your identity belongs to me. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com”

– Then, he stopped just like that.

The tentacles that entangled He Shenyan’s limbs began to turn to ashes little by little. He patted his clothes with disgust on his face, and the sky began to fall. The sun emitting a rancid light disappeared in an instant, and the clouds hanging like intestines in the sky also disappeared with it. A huge full moon rose behind He Shenyan.

The sludge on the ground, like snow melted by water, began to melt quickly, but in just a moment, the world built by Sithorn’s power completely disappeared. The ground for sacrificing Long Beach reappeared, but it was already late at night.

The mage raised his head and glanced at the sky, then walked straight past the man who was standing still, ignoring him. Carter Leontones lay on the ground, unconscious. He Shenyan threw a psionic healing technique on him, instantly awakening the disease doctor.

He jumped up from the ground shivering, and the first thing he woke up was to hold his throat and start vomiting non-stop. He Shenyan smiled, stood beside him and asked softly, “How much did you eat?”

“……vomit!”

Carter Leontones vomited more violently, and I have to say that He Shenyan sympathized with him very much.

That sludge…you could think of it as a super cesspool full of corpses of all kinds of creatures, not as big as the cauldrons of the Nurgle demons, but not much different. If Sithone knew that his power was being used for this kind of thing, the expression on his face must be quite wonderful.

Although the Sishorn He Shenyan knew was a fun guy, he couldn’t do such a thing.

When Carter Leontones finished vomiting, He Shenyan asked him, “When did those illusions that haunt you start?”