Chapter 182: Blazing journey (6)

Somehow, the light of the illuminating lamp couldn't illuminate a shadow across the top of the man's head and eyes, but Parker could clearly see its mouth, the dead priest made it with rotten lips sticking to the thick dried blood clot A big smile, like a wound.
"In the name of Wendigo..."
When the man's chin opened to an impossible width, revealing dozens of needle-like teeth, he finally turned around, revealing the rotten face with his bones exposed.
He raised his hands, his fingers bent and lengthened to form a catch, his sharp nails were saturated with blood, his eyes flashed red in the darkness, and there was only hatred in his gaze.
The blood worshipers opened fire.
On the winding mountain road, the screaming screams and dense gunshots echoed in the air, followed by a burst of flames, and finally came to silence.
But this was just the beginning. As Parker was about to examine the cave, a long, deep screaming cry screamed through the vibrating air and swept through his eardrums, then one after another, until a burst of chorus clamored throughout the sky, it It sounds like the death cry of hundreds of frightened people.
Then he saw the countless flesh and blood in the cave.
"Damn! He has activated the box of fear!"
Their mouths are wide and wide, as if permanently fixed by a cruel smile. The needle-like fangs are like the sharks in the sea. Their swollen mouths are covered with long, curved fingers like claws. , Tearing the skin, flesh and bones.
These dolls distorted by evil forces ran in a very unnatural step, trying to swallow up the flesh in front of them, and the rotten face flashed with joy.
"It's a soulless corpse!"
Blood worshippers who are proficient in all kinds of demonic knowledge quickly recognized these abominable monsters, but they were not afraid, because they had even seen the more terrible existence.
"There must be a road! Hannibal is on it!"
Parker shouted, and then he cut down a charged soulless corpse, cut off its sternum, and beheaded it with a retrace, while throwing a flame at the densest place of flesh, the roar of witchfire Full of metal, echoed in his eardrum.
These creatures were in droves everywhere, and soon surrounded him, the intermittent flashes of flame emanating from the palm of his hand illuminated the dark cave, and the screams of his rune sword led an explosion of flames The high-pitched chorus composed of the hustle and bustle, but he did not realize that something was trying to push the edge of his consciousness, and tentatively tapped his psychological defense line.
The blood worshipers waved their swords and shouted the name of the gluttonous lord followed.
Parker struggled through the hole the muddy quagmire swayed under his feet. Hundreds of zombie-like Hanan products had fallen under the rune sword, enough to let a normal person yield to the rancid smell that stimulated his nostrils, but He suppressed the feeling with his own will and continued to go deeper.
"Too much!"
His parents shouted, and Parker got rid of a creature holding his arm, then smashed it with his fist, and the rune sword cut through the fragile bone like he cut the air.
"That's even hurry! He just hopes to hold our footsteps! Never let him really release the fear box..."
Before he finished, he raised his palm and aimed at another soulless corpse that rushed over, and then used the power of Hanan to pull it off the ground and throw a ball of fire, blasting this creature into a bone and viscera. The formed shower followed by the third one. Its almost dissolved rotten head hit Parker's rune sword, and blood and brain matter obstructed his vision. He could only wipe his face with the back of the armored hand.
As the body was destroyed, these Hanan creations seemed to have lost control of the flesh and collapsed. They turned into a simple pool of flesh, Parker and the more powerful enemies fought, and even an Oker warlord was defeated. Under his sword.
But such a large group of cannon fodder is consuming his energy at a rapid rate, and even his muscles that have been strengthened by witchcraft are burning in such a solid battle. For every three slaughtered, another six rush up These soulless corpses are like ants swarming from the ant's nest to the food.
Parker realized his anxiety and cut another soulless corpse, but his footsteps were gradually being stopped.
During the dogfight, he glimpsed his own follower. This decent predator was also suppressed. Even if his fierce war spear danced like a wind, it was difficult to avoid being found by one or two claws. The wounds are accumulating and sooner or later they will reach the point of crushing him.
"Damn!!"
Parker realized that there were far more of these things than he had imagined. Hannibal had planned for a long time, and his goal was not just to start the box of fear.
He can feel the soft caress of the unrestrained power of Hanan, so short and so small, only a real wizard, a person whose spiritual consciousness has been tempered by gods, can find it, and there are other things... So far, Parker's mental control is sliding outward through his thoughts like an atomized tentacle.
He must first determine Hannibal's position.
"With my blood!!"
Suddenly, several blood worshippers roared loudly ~EbookFREE.me~ Their clothes were completely faded, their bodies swelled rapidly, and their skin was torn and torn, revealing muscle tissue.
A huge force poured into their bodies, their hands turned into big mouths with suction cups, and the scarlet long tongue sticking out of their mouths projected out like thin swords, piercing through the heads of soulless history.
With the help of these mutated believers, Hannibal and his team quickly rushed out of the tunnels full of dead bodies. The exit of the cave heard Hanan's scream again, and a harsh wind blew Parker's standing.
Out of the cave, Parker still saw the familiar mountain road. He had walked countless times on the road to the summit, but it has never been as difficult as it is today.
"Wait, here..."
A blood worshiper stood up, with four gold threads around his shoulders.
The gaze swept across the stone steps of the mountain breeze. The cultist, who was proficient in all kinds of evil witchcraft and demon knowledge, realized what he felt. He waved his hand hard and sprinkled a bright silver powder towards the front.
In an instant, all disguise was stripped, and everyone was shocked by the scene in front of him.
There were cruel teeth on both sides of the mountain road, dark red tentacles meandered through the cracks, fleshy pockets fluttered beside them like string puppets, and countless damaged corpses covered the surface of the stairs. Like a living tissue covering the carapace, their deformed faces with tortured expressions are fused together forever.
"Wendigo is on... that lunatic!"
The muscles in Parker's face twitched abruptly, and he saw several familiar faces, all of which were residents of Songsong.
"This is the path of God! I have seen it!"
The blood worshiper was excited, and he danced to the stairs with a fanatical and happy expression.
"I understand! I understand completely!"