Vol 2 Chapter 407: Demon hunters never absent from fighting

Efilal felt that the psychic blood in her body had already boiled, burning her blood vessels and internal organs. She felt that she was omnipotent and could move mountains and seas with her hands.
The silver-haired witch stretched out a finger, and the plasticine monster she pointed at seemed to be crushed from top to bottom by an invisible giant finger into a pool of fleshy mud.
She took a breath, and a group of corrupted crows that fell from the sky turned into ice sculptures in mid-air, and fell on the ground and exploded into ice scum.
Efilar knew that the consequences would be very serious. She forced herself to calm down. The psychic energy here was abnormally active. She was afraid that she would be unable to extricate herself from being immersed in the pleasure of power, and eventually became a puppet of chaos.
But the surrounding wars forced her to use her devastating combat power.
An elf warrior was bitten by a monster with one arm and was instantly submerged in the monster group. However, the witch pushed forward with her hands and knocked all the monsters away, giving Alix the opportunity to drag the injured elf back. To the center of the team.
"There is a swarm of corrupted crows ahead, thirty meters!" An elf ranger only had time to warn once, and was hit by four corrupted crows, exploding to pieces.
The silver-haired witch changed the gravity around the corrupted crows, and she felt her brain boiling.
The flock of corrupted crows fell instantly, one by one on the ground, advancing the ground like a dodo bird.
Ranger Alix used his bow and arrow to shoot them to death one by one, causing small explosions again and again.
He exerted his own strength as much as possible to let the explosion of the corrupting crow splash on other monsters and relieve the pressure on others.
After Master Druid Gast fired that ray, he looked a little wilted.
He chanted a spell that no one understood, and cut his wrist with a sharp knife, and stuffed a blood-red plant seed into his wound.
This is what he learned in a shaman, Gast originally thought he would never have the opportunity to use it in his life.
But in this contaminated land, as a druid, he could not gain the slightest power, and even as he deepened, the land under his feet and the surrounding environment repelled him.
This situation can be vaguely felt by everyone, but as a druid, Master Gast has the strongest feeling.
He felt like he was walking on a piece of vibrant land, but every inch of land under his feet and every breath of air repelled his existence.
Even in the remote life forbidden zone, the Dead Desert, Gast has never encountered such a hostile natural environment.
"Nourish you with my blood, nurture you with my flesh, and shape you with my soul." A large number of slender vines spread from the druid's wound.
The vine is as tough as a wire, without branches or leaves. As the vine spreads, a large number of spikes appear on the surface of the vine.
"Dominate you with my will, restrain you with my thoughts, and accompany you with my soul." Following the incantation chanted by Master Gast, the vine stretched his body and curled up an unknown mutation. biological.
As the plants controlled by the druid shrank, the vines squeezed into the body of the mutant creature, cutting the entire monster into four pieces.
"Thanks, Druid!" Carew spit out blood and grinned at Gast: "If I can go back alive this time, I invite you to drink!"
Master Gast smiled and shook his head, without speaking, the plants in the controller attacked other monsters.
The situation here is much more serious than expected, and the Tree of Pasture is obviously not prepared accordingly. They think this is just an accidental chaotic erosion event.
But Gast now knows that this is an invasion, a large-scale invasion from Chaos. Their goal is very clear, to create a new Chaos-occupied area in this world.
I am afraid that no one in this land will be able to enjoy a drink in a tavern again.
"I must cut off the connection with the psychic energy!" The silver-haired witch's words made the situation on the battlefield worse: "Unless you want to see a new chaotic crack appear here!"
Before he slid into the abyss, Efilal was awakened by a picture in his mind, and cut off the enchantment of psychic energy with incomparable willpower.
It was a huge smiling face, hanging on a high cliff, facing the constant impact of the waves, making a silent laugh.
The smiling face was sewn from the skins of ninety-nine clerical nuns. It was another satisfying work of the Chaos Demon. The soul of each nun was imprisoned in his own skin.
That was the great Chaos Demon's mocking of mortals' attempts to control their behavior. From beginning to end, the clerical nuns of the Temple Monastery were played with by that Chaos Demon in their palms.
The silver-haired witch slowly fell to the ground~EbookFREE.me~ The psychic energy in her body is still surging, constantly impacting her mind, as if a voice is constantly nagging in her brain
"You can do it, you just need to blink to save them."
"Why not use your power to eradicate evil? These disgusting beings are not worthy of living in this world, you can."
At the moment Efilar stopped his spell support, another elven ranger was dragged into the depths of the forest by an enemy in the shadow, his bones broke, and the sound of blood spraying made people shudder.
Efilar subconsciously stretched out his hand, but Alix pulled over that hand and lowered the witch's head. A corrupted crow flew over the two of them and hit the tree trunk.
The loud explosion sounded in the ears of two people.
"Are you crazy?" The ranger spit out the sawdust in his mouth and looked at the dazed silver-haired witch: "Don't be stunned, did you burn your head by magic?"
Carew and another Berserker stood back to back, creating enough safe areas for the Druid, giving him the opportunity to use the plants in his body to cause greater damage.
With the passing of Master Gast's life, the tough vine has grown to more than five meters long, successfully replacing the gap left by the witch.
"Old man, how long can you hold on?" Carew asked, looking at the druid's pale lips.
"It must be longer than your time." Gast laughed at the berserker who was stained red with his blood, and controlled the vine to drag an elf ranger from the ground back from the ground.
"Legolas, you can take someone who can leave first!" The druid shouted: "I'll be responsible for the break!
"Leave me a way!" The voice of the demon hunter lifted everyone's spirits.