The newly emerging enemy is a huge and extremely fat monster.

The big belly that hangs from the belly to the ground rises and falls in a wavy shape between the two short and thick thighs as the monster moves.

Two horns like deer antlers stretched out from both sides of the forehead for a distance of three or four meters, and countless sharp forks were inserted into the heads of various creatures as decorations.

Most of them wailed as the monsters walked, accompanied them.

A few of those who did not wailed looked at the demon hunters and their group with a firm expression, as if they were looking forward to them to defeat this monster that took their lives and give them a pleasure.

The dark green outer skin is covered with herpes and tumors, and it continues to inherit the tradition of nauseating people under Nurg, carrying a giant sickle more than five meters long on its shoulders.

The black ink-like venom kept pouring out from the rusty blade and dripped on the ground, and a flower that emitted a foul smell grew quickly.

"Well, mortals, you can call me..." The swollen monster said in a weird tone accent a prophecy that no one can understand. This language crossed the boundaries of species and knowledge, and allowed the meaning to be directly transmitted to the brains of everyone present.

"Forget it, you don't seem to have the right to know my name, just call me the plague messenger." Nurgle's big belly seemed to be a good-tempered guy, and he slowly said to the demon hunters and the elves.

If it weren't for the fact that the land near it was constantly rotting, like a dark soil mixed with flesh and blood after digesting countless rotten corpses in the cemetery, maybe the Demon Hunter would give it more time to introduce itself.

Xu Yichen jumped down from the city wall made of corpses. Outside the "wall", the Apocalypse, which had a brilliant record like its master, had already been waiting for him under the Demon Hunter.

The cooperation of each person and one rider continues to work together in the battle, and the understanding is getting more and more tacit.

Apocalypse is a mount created specifically for the Demon Hunter. He is its natural master. Although Apocalypse is very rebellious, the Demon Hunter's courage in battle has been recognized by it.

"I don't have time to know your name, Fatty." The demon hunter straddled the back of the Apocalypse, leaving a deep wound on the waist of the monster who claimed to be the messenger of the plague.

"I plan to call you fat boy, it's very appropriate." Xu Yichen harvested two heads along the way, turned around and said to the enemy in front of him: "What do you think?"

There was a large piece of skin on the monster's back that was honeycomb-shaped, and a large number of "flies" that had been seen by the stream before were constantly squeezed out of the flesh and blood and flying back and forth.

This made the demon hunter feel a little disgusted. He swore that no matter what conspiracy Nurgra had, he would destroy it, and there would be no worse result than this.

"I heard contempt from your voice, but I can accept this name." The messenger of the Plague God accepted the name very kindly, touched the wound on his waist with his huge claws, and ignored the juice flowing outwards of the wound there.

"The great Lord of Plague thinks you have great potential, mortals, are you willing to accept this favor?" The huge monster slowly moved his own pace, trying to face the Demon Hunter head-on.

But Xu Yichen did not give it this opportunity, and once again cut the other party's fat belly from the side. A large pool of yellow and green intestines flowed out of the wound and fell to the ground.

"Ha, do you like this little game so much?" There was a hint of anger in the voice of 'Fatty', and he rushed to stuff all kinds of intestines back from the wound into his stomach, regardless of the various debris stained on it: "Although I think the Lord of the Plague is doing this more, I still want to ask you again."

The "fatty boy" who tried to turn around again accidentally stepped on one of his intestines, but all his previous efforts were in vain. The intestines that were stuffed back were scattered all over the ground again, and many internal organs were brought out.

"Are you willing to accept the gift from the Lord of the Plague?" "Fatty" gave up his original plan, and in anger he used his sickle to cut off the intestines connected to his belly and asked loudly.

Thinking of the origin of his [Rebirth] talent, Xu Yichen did not say anything righteously, and he was more accustomed to using practical actions to prove his position.

The demon hunter charged again, aiming the sword blade in his hand at the monster holding a sickle. These chaotic demons were good at all kinds of deceptive words.

Xu Yichen, who suffered a loss, held a magic seal in his hand, and a faint shield appeared around him. At this time, his whole body focused on the weapons in his hand.

He wanted to expand his previous wound. If he could not kill the monster in front of him physically, he would have to find an opportunity to break into the other party's body and have another "internal blast".

If this world is really favored by the gods, please stop letting me defeat the enemy in such a disgusting way!

The Demon Hunter succeeded, and he left a scar on the other party's wound again.

On the way, he cut off the three monsters in half, letting their dirty internal organs and corrupted blood sprinkle on the dust.

But this is meaningless to the entire battle situation.

His biggest enemy, the 'fat boy', turned slowly like a slow-moving elderly man, and didn't care about the scars on his body.

But when the sword cut into the opponent's body, Xu Yichen could feel the strong muscles under the opponent's evil-inducing skin.

Its enemy is not serious at all, it is playing with itself.

Around them, dirty creatures remain endless.

There may be hundreds, or thousands of mutated creatures!

Shaking, the deformed humanoid creatures twisted their mutated and twisted limbs, sprinkling venom.

The roaring and crying stupid beasts twisted their bloated bodies like giant poisonous slugs.

Behind every dead tree visible to the naked eye, small horrors were staggering or hanging on the loose flesh of their large cousins, giggling and screaming.

They seemed to come from all directions endlessly, like flies attracted by the rotten smell.

Obviously, my enemies plan to waste themselves by relying on these protein piles that are meaningless to Nurg.

The plague messenger's dark yellow eyes flashed with a shrewd light. He stretched out his tongue and sucked his big hand covered in his blood: "Let's have fun, mortals."

The huge sickle slashed towards the demon hunter in the other party's hands like a mountain pressing down on the top of the mountain.
Chapter completed!