Chapter 2266: King of the Skull (17)

Chapter 2266 The King of the King (17)
"Well? What happened?" When the mercenaries got up from the ground, they saw that the thieves who had died and became the broken flesh and blood, must be very surprised.
"You let me down." Arthur turned to look at Hanover, the head of the New Moon Mercenary Corps, and said coldly: "I paid to hire you to help annihilate the thief. As a result, you got the brain monster. All the illusions have fallen down. In the end, I still have to rely on myself to fight alone? Then what do I have to pay for your use?"
"...I am very sorry." Hannover has no room for rebuttal. He can only apologize with one sigh: "I didn't expect the monster to use illusion, and it was a mistake. How do you avoid the illusion attack? I only remember that before I fainted, there was a white light in front of me, as if it was shot from your hand ------"
"This is not the point." Arthur was busy interrupting. Fortunately, this group of mercenaries did not see Arthur’s moment of [breaking], or at least, they did not see clearly. In the eyes of ordinary people, this [breaker] is also something like magic. Of course, the less people know the better, so that the news will not be heard in the future. The heretical judge of the Holy See will come to find Arthur's trouble.
"That said, this is what you did?" Hannover stunned the bright red flesh. Originally, apart from their group of people, there are a lot of thieves. These thieves began to bow before the red blood spring when they came to the hall, just like doing some kind of religious ritual. According to the memory of the mercenaries, after the brain-shaped monsters emerged from the blood springs, they all fell in the illusion. During this period, only Arthur was fighting alone. What happened in the end? unknown. It wouldn't be, the seemingly cowardly blond boy in front of him, all the brain monsters on the scene, together with the thief with at least 30 people, all smashed the net? And still use some kind of unimaginable brutality to turn those thieves into pieces of this place?
"Strictly speaking, it was the brain monster." Arthur replied: "It seems that some kind of powerful necromantic technique is used to turn the living person into a deadly dead spirit, and then direct these dead people to besiege me. Still repelling the slow-moving living dead with a slight advantage, but the brain monster attracted the flesh and blood of the dead, and synthesized something else. But in the end it was killed by me, no matter it was the flesh-and-blood giant. Still the brain monster itself."
"Yes." Listening to Arthur's understatement of all this, Hanover vaguely knew that the actual situation was much worse than what was mentioned in the mouth of Bias.
He didn't want to ask in detail.
"So... finished? Is it going to work?" Verne yawned: "Oh, just~ I am sleepy, I can go back to sleep."
"No." Nantes, the diviner in the New Moon Mercenary Corps, suddenly said: "It seems that it has not been completely finished."
"Yeah." Arthur also noticed something, clinging to his sacred angel sword.
The brain monster that was cut in half by Arthur should have been completely cold. But in fact, it still has some dying struggle, and the brain that has been cut in half begins to distort, twitching, and making a sorrow that the human ear can't hear.
[its mine------]
[You don't grab it! ------]
"I don't know what you are talking about." Arthur deliberately stupid.
The thing slowly floated from the ground, as if using some kind of power to lift himself up into the air. It has been cut in half, and its two brains can still float in the air in their respective places. It is also weird.
"Hey, do you have a way to fight against illusion? Don't be stunned by this guy, I will be troubled by this." Arthur muttered.
"Nante?" asked Hannover.
"All are holding, this is a special refreshing medicine, you can wake up and refresh your spirits." Nantes threw a few bottles of iron-like bottles, and each bottle was only a finger-sized drug to everyone: "Come on."
Arthur also got a bottle. It is also true that he does not want to risk using the [breaker] to be seen by others and use it again here. He didn't even think about drinking the bottle of potion.
He also thought that this kind of refreshing medicine would be difficult to drink. He used to drink all kinds of magical medicines. There are few kinds of them that are delicious, and they are basically bitter to die. But this time Nantes gave him a medicinal taste that was only a bit weird. It didn't go to the point where it could be described as difficult to drink with words. Instead, there was a strong smell of mint that began to rush from the depths of Arthur's throat to his nose, and he was so scared. The potion should be made from a very powerful refreshing substance. It is another thing to resist hypnotism, at least it really plays a role in refreshing.
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Arthur had just drank the potion to prepare the illusion, and the brain monster had released countless blood-red filaments in the air, as if it were the nerve line extending from its two hemispheres--- -- Note that Arthur had already cut the brain monster before, so that the monster's brain-like head blew the blood (?) liquid into a dry state, but now it maintains this dry state, the nerve Line-like blood red filaments are tied to the red meat scattered on the ground.
As if absorbing nutrition...
[It is me who is qualified to own it! ]
[You mortals, give me away! ! ]
(Is it qualified...)
Arthur couldn't help but feel his teeth.
(Because of the "Abyss of the Devil", even the loss of the self becomes a monster that is not human.)
(You guys who are obsessed with this, what qualifications are you talking about?)
"Hey, ah, ah, ah, ah ah ah" brain monsters began to swell. Sure enough, because it absorbed the nutrients of the ground meat scattered around it, it had already dried up and expanded at an alarming rate, turning into two blood-like spheres. Numerous blood-red filaments surround the sphere, making its shape even more incredible... incredibly disgusting.
That thing seems to be a collection of a large number of lower organisms, and countless pieces of meat squirm in the blood red wire mesh. It is not the shape of the brain. It can only be said to be a large meat ball, a large meat ball wrapped around blood vessels.
So ugly, so crazy, this is the end of the road to being mad by the magic. If it is not clear about the ins and outs of things, Arthur could not even recognize the big meatball in front of him, which was originally a living human being. Seeing the ugly state of the monster in front of him, Arthur is more determined to ruin the Abyssal Demon ------ and he will one day do so, just find the right means. Even if the magic can't be physically destroyed, he should at least find a way to seal it forever, so that this evil thing will never fall into the hands of mortals.
"Bordeaux, work." Seeing the big meat ball in front of him expand to dangerous levels, Hanover, the head of the New Moon mercenary, shouted.
"Yes." Scouting Bordeaux immediately cast out dozens of flying knives, and throwing them continuously, fluent and succinct, and the time spent will never exceed two seconds. Arthur saw the flight path of the flying knife with green light, knowing that the flying knife itself should be quenched and poisonous. This kind of poison may be very effective for ordinary creatures, but how much can it be used in things that have been polluted by the abyss and have been mutated into something other than common sense?
The twisted big meat ball in the poisonous flying knife part of the blackened, and then dozens of fist-sized pieces of meat have thus fallen off. The black piece of meat fell on the ground and struggled a few times, seemingly completely dead. It seems that the poison is still effective, but the big meat ball is composed of a lot of meat pieces that can be detached. The poison can't spread, and the effect is not as good as expected.
"Oh, this is endless." Bordeaux muttered.
"He wants to fight back, be careful!" Arthur saw the big meatball start an unusual creep and yelled. He wouldn't be very worried that the group of war-torn mercenaries would see the obvious counterattacks of the big meatballs, but the devils of Verna are hard to say ------ even if Biddeville is in Verne By the side of the car, maybe the little devil will still be carelessly recruited? So this sentence is basically to remind Verne to shout.
Fortunately, Arthur has reminded everyone. In the next second, the meat ball floating in midair emerged from its body with hundreds of small holes and ejected high-pressure water from those black holes... or blood flow. The bright red blood flow, which is only thick like a finger, is very fast, and it rushes out in a straight line. It is not specifically aimed at shooting in the field, but only continuously radiates a large amount of blood in the general direction. I intend to kill everyone in one fell swoop.
"Wow, ah!" Verne screamed as he was stunned by Bedieville and walked away. Because the blood flow attack is diffuse, the farther the distance is, the smaller the threat is, and the white wolf takes the little ghost back to a relatively safe distance before stopping.
Arthur’s side uses a continuous and flexible dodge to escape the attacks. Arthur's mind-eye surgery is useless here, because the other's mind seems to have collapsed for a long time, the attack is chaotic, there is no specific target for who to launch blood flow, the blood flow is completely random. Fortunately, Arthur's dynamic vision is good, or the body of the blond boy he is currently controlling has a good dynamic vision. With his own reaction speed and vision, he can barely avoid those quick and fast blood. Stream attack!
On the other side of the mercenaries, in addition to Hanover, who shielded the shield, and Bordeaux, who relied on agile dodge, remained in the front row. Others had already retreated to a relatively safe distance. Ranger Milan has started shooting with a bow and arrow, and the diviner Nantes seems to be preparing for it.
Arthur did not have time to pay attention to the group of mercenaries, and he was thinking about the enemies in front of him without relying on external forces. Some people are watching him fight, and the restrictions are more. After all, he has a lot of moves that are not allowed to be freely manipulated under the supervision of others.
Hey! ------When Arthur hesitated to use the "non-forbidden strokes" method to deal with the enemy in front of him, an arrow suddenly flew in the distance, accurately falling on the big meat ball, one of which opened ready to be sprayed. In the hole of the blood flow, then a pound of pounds, causing a fierce explosion!