"Hey? We still have to move forward?" Alex looked at the monster that suddenly appeared just now: "That thing is not something we can deal with depending on the size of it, right!"

"Don't be excited, follow us, you will get used to it very quickly. Although it looks very scary, trust me, our heads are even more terrifying!" Li Yanlong said to Alix in a tone of an experienced person: "For this kind of chaos monster, I will give you a few words, such as hair, weak fire, large body, fat and weak chrysanthemum, weak knight..."

The female warrior slapped Li Yanlong to the side and took out a small small wine pot from her armor: "Don't listen to him nonsense, you will be fearless after drinking this!"

The Demon Hunter carried his weapons and stopped their teasing, warning: "Be careful, that monster is called a bloodletter, and according to the records of the Demon Hunter Organization, it should be very capable of fighting."

The samurai shrugged, and when Alex didn't take the wine pot, he drank the liquid inside in one sip and said proudly: "Bloodlester, this name sounds quite intimidating, but when can't we meet any enemies?"

"That's right, another interesting enemy." The Demon Hunter used [Pure Fire] to dispel the blood mist around him: "Then let's see who is here to visit again."

The group walked through the blood mist, and the light was illuminated by light wherever they passed, and countless pairs of eyes confused by anger and bloodthirsty desires stared at them on the trunks and in the swamp.

This forest polluted by chaos seems to be looking forward to a real killing feast, using blood to please the Blood God.

In the black and red pool of blood in front of the Fang Growler, in the center of the vortex, the boundary between subspace and reality became blurred and blurry, and the bizarre scenes belonging to chaos became more and more real.

A metal knight with heavy steps appeared on the other side of the mirror, and the demon monster under his crotch, which was also covered with metal, let out an impatient roar.

The Knight is twice the height of an ordinary person, and the metal armor is filled with his strong muscles, and it has even been embedded in the body that looks stronger than steel.

The metal decoration of the holy emblem symbolizing the Lord of the Skull was inserted into his back like a battle flag, flashing with bloody glory, and the hideous giant sword burning the flames of chaos was in his hands like a tamed pet.

The black evil fire belonging to chaos, even if a mortal takes a look, it will be enough to be swallowed by it and suffer eternal punishment.

As the figures of the knight and his mount became clearer, an indescribable, blasphemy breath emanated from him.

A professional with a weak will, just feel it, and get close to it, will be infected by this breath and become an irrational madman who is determined to pursue the pleasure of killing.

As the Knight's figure condensed, the vortex under the Growler's feet suddenly burst out with fluctuations that made people wonder whether it would collapse itself.

Under the knight's terrifying gaze, Fang Growler gritted his teeth and inserted a hand into the wound on his abdomen.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" As the growler screamed heart-wrenchingly, the wound was gradually torn apart by it, bright red, blood that was not originally green-skinned gushed out of its abdomen. Green-skinned ripped out its kidneys and held them high in the air: "Praise the God of Blood!"

As new blood and internal organs spilled into the blood pool on the ground and turned into a part of it, the vortex became stable again, and the champion of terror strolled out on the brass bull under his crotch.

"The skull is offered to the master, and the blood sacrifices to the blood god." The knight wearing blood-red heavy armor sat on a brass bull and floated in the center of the blood pool, as if he had never breathed before, and took a deep breath.

The knight's inhalation seemed to have no end, and even the surface of the blood pool on the ground was turbulent. After a long time, the knight exhaled this breath with satisfaction: "Ah! What a fresh and delicious world! This place will become another beautiful gem on the throne of the Lord of the Skull!"

The fangs snarled in a pool of blood, the roarer still flashed with his brilliance despite his weakness. It raised his head stubbornly and asked, "Is my Lord satisfied with this world? Have He ever been proud of my actions? Are He willing to give me the power I have always dreamed of?"

The terror champion seemed to have not seen the believer at the feet of the brass bull, and said in an empty tone: "The Blood God disdained this sacrifice, and He would neither bow his knees nor pray for it, nor grieve for it. But, as the greatest of the gods, it is natural for him to receive this gift."

As the Knight said, he used his sharp nails to cut a tiny wound on the back of his other hand. A drop of blood belonging to the terror champion dripped into the pool of blood covering the entire ground.

Blood from the ground flowed into its body along the wounds of the Fangs Growler, and the originally green body was replaced by brown.

"My name, Manolos." The voice of the knight came from behind the heavy helmet, and every word contained a crazy power: "The great blood god never disappoints those who believe in it, now, speak your name."

Black hair grew on the originally smooth head of the Fangs Growler, and the originally sharp fangs became more prominent, and black patterns appeared on its face, like a tattoo.

"I, Fangs..." The fangs, which had just spit out a few words, coughed loudly as if they were choking into their lungs by blood, and the blood gushed out of their body returned to the surface again along the corner of their mouth.

"In front of the great blood god, no one can deceive His champion with lies." The knight named Manolos gently kicked the ferocious beast under his crotch with his heels. The hideous iron mouth of the brass bull opened and closed up and spit out a flame: "The Lord of the Skull has limited patience, one last chance, orc, your name."

"Grom." He held the green skin of his weapon tightly, straightened his backbone, looked directly at the champion of the Blood God in front of him, and showed his own spirit for the first time: "Grom Hellscream!"

"Grom, completed the mission given by the Blood God!" Grom Hellscream squeezed his axe: "Please the great Blood God save my tribe! The strong orcs are willing to sacrifice their loyalty to the Blood God!"

Manolos, who was riding on the brass bull, seemed to hear some interesting joke, and made a coaxing laugh in his armor and echoed in the forest.
Chapter completed!