Chapter 552: Muronigan's Change

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As time passed, the signs of mourning did not stop at all, and the vertical body could no longer cope with the attacks of the corpses.
"...Save, help, help, I don't die, don't...!" Another soldier's voice stopped, blood spewing from his throat, protruding eyeballs, fell from the air in his last breath Fall down.
There are only three heads left in the air-riding regiment, and the guardian flying in the air can no longer be seen.
At this time, several corpses demolished from the mire fiercely, jumping higher than those of the air cavalry regiment, and then fell down from the air, straight to the last magician and coma of the air cavalry regiment. Anglo came from them.
"Quickly stop them." Hurrington flew past and blocked the front, casting undead magic, trying to stop the attack of the corpse.
But other people's bodies can no longer keep up with the speed of the reaction.
Bang~! A corpse fiercely rushed through the magic beam of Hurington, and a sharp claw caught on his left shoulder blade. His shoulder, along with his left arm, was caught in pieces. He screamed, covering his shoulders, and there was no pain in the wound.
A corpse demon was blocked, but the remaining ones could not be blocked. The last magician of the Air Horse Regiment died instantly, and they were attacked by Angel who was protected by him.
"Beard, Chloe, Sir Angel~!"
Chloe said nothing, his head rolled down his neck, and then his body began to fall. Bearded was also separated on the spot. Only Angelo was protected by the demon's armor at that moment, but the sudden death of the master Chloe also made the demon's armor stand off.
In the blink of an eye, three people died, losing their master's guardian Warcraft, and before they could escape, they immediately became the targets of the corpses.
Hurrington stabilized his body, hurried forward to hold the fallen Angel with magic, turned his head and shouted to the air riders: "Hey, keep going like this..." His words stopped halfway, and the air rider stopped. All the men of the regiment had already drawn their own swords.
The head of the four regiments spit blood, and turned around hard: "Rather than watching... watching yourself a little... a little old dying... dying, it is better to die earlier... to end this pain earlier. Boy, Let's go first..." The voice hasn't fallen yet, and the man has fallen. The corpse was still in mid-air, and was bitten into pieces by flying corpses.
Suddenly, in this black forbidden area, only Hurrington and the sleeping Druid were left!
In the distance, in the dark breath. Hera’s gray eyes flashed with a strange light:
Oh, that’s enough. With these blood and the passing of life in my magic, it’s enough to wake it from a deep sleep. Although there are two guys who didn’t If you die, keep their lives, let them see the awakening of my strongest power!" The magic circle in his hand opened, and the black mud on the ground began to roll up.
"This is... what's going on?" Hurrington suspended Anglo in the air, he was preparing to receive another wave of attacks from the corpses, but they saw that the corpses stopped their actions, all Falling on the surface of the black quagmire, standing there motionless.
At the same time, the magical soul curse that caused people to mourn quickly disappeared suddenly, and the souls like black clouds above the head all flew away and flew to various positions in this black forbidden area.
Hurrington did not understand what was happening, but he felt as if he could leave here. He quickly took Anglo to the area outside the black slough. Sure enough, he flew outside without obstruction.
At this time, the slough under the black light cross began to roll, and a black magic altar gradually rose from the slough. This altar is not too big. There is only 17 or 8 meters away from the left and right. A red blood band is hovering above the altar. The surrounding sloughs are floating with the corpses of the deceased, including Clo Iraqi, the beard and the crowd of the air-riding regiment.
Hera chuckled and stepped into the center of Yetai in one step. He looked around at the corpses and souls that were standing around: "I didn't expect to use this trick just after the resurrection. But this appearance is also good. , It’s my great ceremony to rebuild the Muronigan dynasty! Sublimation, my souls!"
Woo~!
Hundreds of thousands of black souls made strange sounds, and they turned into light and shadow at the same time.
Hera groaned, and suddenly raised her magic wand in his hand, "Murunigan Guiding": "Summon...my patron saint..."
Suddenly, a strong force rolled up in the black forbidden area. They were like a black storm, scrolling in this forbidden area.
Outside of the black mist, Hurrington looked at all this horror, although he could not see what was happening in the black mist, but he could smell a terrible breath faintly.
In the distance, Bing Zhixie and Rehoge also temporarily stopped the fierce battle.
"This feeling really resembles the magic used by the woman." Rehoge smiled softly. "Huh, there are really a lot of fun things to come here."
Bing Zhixie felt the breath coming from a distance, and thought of Linda in his mind: "Death! This feeling is the breath of death!"
In the black domain, the powerful black power is surging wildly, and the black mud on the ground is rolled up layer by layer. They circled up along the huge black light cross, and finally gathered in a ball, rushing towards the Hera and the staff of "Muronigan Guide".
There are more and more converging forces, and there is a buzzing sound gradually on the "guide". There was a constant laughter in Hera's throat until the moment when the power had converged, the surroundings suddenly became deadly silent. Apart from his laughter, no other voices could be heard.
But this stillness lasted only one second. Hera thrust the ‘guide’ in her hand into the center of the altar, and a huge wave of energy spread out. In the surge, all the painful and screaming undead, they instantly overwhelmed Hera's body, flushed his body into flesh and blood paddles, and even the skeleton was crushed into debris powder by force.
Although Hera's body died out in an instant, his soul was still standing on the altar with a staff.
As the ring surge expanded, the dozens of corpses and demons on the quagmire were all drowned, and they were impacted by the soul into waves of flesh.
"Let's get together,'Muronigan'!" Soul-like Hera paid attention to the black breath on her magic wand. The magic wand exudes strange gravitational force when standing up, and reunites the spread souls again.
On the black quagmire, all the corpses that were washed away by souls into flesh gathered towards the center of the staff, making a grunting disgusting sound.
Gradually, the lumps of meat gathered more and more, forming a giant monster with a pinkish yellow color and a size of more than ten meters.
The huge monster looked like soft, boneless rotten flesh, and its loose skin cascaded together. At this time, the pink and yellow meat pile did not seem to be awake, and his eyes closed like a pile of mud.
"Become stronger!" Hera looked up at the blood ring that was still circling above her head, and raised the hand that was wearing the eroded ring.
‘Erosion’ glowed with a red light in the call of the master, and the blood band floating in the air was immediately attracted by the red light, and kept pouring into the gems on the ring.
After a few seconds, all of the dozen-meter-long blood bands were sucked into the ring, and a huge pupil that had not yet opened suddenly appeared in the air.
"Guardian ‘Muronigan’! Mutate it!
Herana’s spirit-like hand pressed on the giant beast ‘Murunigan’.
In the air, the giant pupil opened suddenly, and two silver-black, shadow-like snakes flew out of the giant pupil, biting left and right on ‘Murunigan’.
Behind Hera suddenly opened a huge array of evil magic, with a crazy laugh in his mouth and shouted: "Fuse-unite!" His soul instantaneously became a halo, and was sucked into'Moronigan', With the evil circle behind Hera also printed on it.
As Hera disappeared, the evil giant pupils in the air, the black quagmire on the ground, the black breath in the air and so on, all disappeared together. Only the ten-meter-long altar remained standing there, but it turned into a normal mound.
"What's wrong?" Not far away, Hurrington was still staring closely at the mist. Something that still existed a few seconds ago seemed to return to normal at once. If there were branches on the ground that had withered because of the black marsh, he really thought he had a dream.
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