The ogres's fellow ogres were torn to pieces under their noses, and the crazy intention that Geron had suppressed for a long time exploded instantly.

Although his rich experience allows the little ogre to have a tolerance far beyond his peers and a cunning like an old man, even if Ge Long faces the ancient man whose status and strength are still above the gods of the heavenly world, he can remain absolutely calm, but he can never change his essence. In his bones, he is still a cruel, bloodthirsty, and young and energetic ogre.

With a strange roar, strange and inexplicable black fluctuations swept through most of the battlefield like death ripples. Even the fanatical soldiers who had completely occupied their brains by killing and fanatical beliefs felt an inexplicable chill that penetrated deep into their souls in an instant.

Before these soldiers could react, the corpses piled up everywhere on the battlefield suddenly began to shake.

"Damn it! Which bastard is casting the necromancer magic! This is the battlefield for the sacred cleansing of the blasphemer. Find the damn necromancer quickly, tear him into bones and burn it here with fire!"

Pieces of magical techniques to purify the undead were sprinkled on the pile of corpses to prevent the further influence of the undead magic. While guarding against the "corpses of corpses" and they searched around for the damn "necromancers". Although each of them believed that under the direct gaze of the "Supreme God", any "filth" would be completely cleansed by "justice" and "light". At the same time, no one dared to underestimate a necromancer. After all, the natural disaster of the undead is an eternal nightmare in the hearts of any residents of the Dota Continent.

"Look! Look there! It's that group of people, they must be the companions of the Necromancer! Go quickly, who will kill them quickly!"

Under the scrutiny of thousands of pairs of eyes, Ge Long and his group had nowhere to hide, not to mention the tall and tall figure of the Desert King, his sexy and enchanting appearance, and his aggressive aura, no matter where he stood, he had the dazzling presence of the sun as the noon.

Although none of them looked like a necromancer, in this chaotic battlefield where everyone was killed with red eyes, any heretic, or anyone who didn't look like a "madman", would become the target of attack.

Many of these people recognized the famous Desert King, and many of them were once subordinates of the Desert King. However, in this crazy state, even the name of the Desert King and the fear of death could not suppress the madness in their hearts.

"Fear cannot calm your crazy brains a little bit. Since that's the case, let's change the trick..." The little ogre stretched out his hand to stop the women beside him preparing for action. He had a cruel and cruel smile on his face, and he suddenly clenched his palms into a fist. At the same time, the corpses on the battlefield that were affected by strange waves suddenly moved violently, completely unaffected by the magical purifier. The remaining limbs and flesh gradually melted, and then they were entangled and compressed, gathering into dark red, emitting a bloody smell. The body of the pillar was covered with giant flesh and blood columns of human facial features of eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and human facial features. These flesh columns "grow" from the surface like plants, and the eyes, nose and mouth of the pillar that did not grow according to the rules were endlessly twisted and weird.

"Blasphemy! This is blasphemy of the true God, this is... this is..."

The crazy female clergyman pointed at a flesh-and-blood totem beside her and screamed harshly. But before she could complete the justice accusation against the little ogre, an eye on the dark red flesh-and-blooded pillar suddenly opened, and a blood-colored beam of light shot out from her pupils instantly shone her upper body into ashes, leaving only two slender thighs standing alone on the ground.

If it were just such a scene, for the fanatical believers, it would be a trivial scene in the killings these few days. This is the oracle of the Supreme God. Even if the body is destroyed, the soul can still go to the arms of the true God and gain eternal life in the divine realm of the heaven.

They firmly believe this.

However……

What happened in the next scene made the entire battlefield silent.

Just where the clergy died, where only one pair of beautiful legs remained, a transparent but very clear phantom of the female clergy appeared out of thin air, and then it turned into a ray of light and shadow, forcibly sucked by a nearby flesh-and-blood totem pole. The attraction came from the big flesh nose on the totem pole. Then a mouth on the flesh-and-blood totem opened, swallowing the soul directly into the mouth, and then the mouth began to chew, and the soul's howl suddenly rang out into the sky...

"Then... that blasphemer is devouring the soul! Then, isn't that something that only the demons do!"

For the believer, death is not scary at all, but the annihilation of the soul represents the end of everything, because no religious book has been recorded in any of the gods with the ability to shape or resurrect the soul.

Originally, there is no need to worry too much about this kind of thing. Although the necromancer who launched the natural disaster of the undead and the abyss demons of the Burning Legion both have the ability to enslave or devour the souls, on the battlefield, especially on the battlefield where the "holy war" is launched, there are many clergymen. With the blessing of various purifying and blessing techniques, evil will not have the chance to hurt the souls of the warriors at all.

However, Geron's flesh and blood totem is a strange ability that everyone has never seen before. No one even knows which system this power belongs to, whether it is magic or magic. The natural purification of the protective magic magic that he masters is simply useless.

This is just the beginning, blood-colored light columns crisscrossing on the battlefield, and began to harvest souls very efficiently. One by one, the brutal bloodthirsty murderers and butchers who were still shouting loudly about "holy war", "purifying" and "purifying sins" not long ago, have now become lambs waiting to be slaughtered. Their bodies are burned and their souls are chewed.

"My little beauty, you are really playing tricks every time, and you are stranger every time... Wait! Be careful!" The Desert King suddenly pushed away the little ogre, and the dark elf girl also pounced on Ge Long at the same time. At the same time, a shiny sharp blade passed by the place where Ge Long stood before it, cutting the air into a crack that could not be closed for a long time...
Chapter completed!