Chapter 503 The Evil King

Dark sea of ​​trees, periphery.

In the dense forest of intertwined black trees, the surrounding fog became thinner and thinner, as if they were all converging towards one area, and the view ahead became clearer.

In place, Enzo stopped.

He looked forward. Deep in the dark sea of ​​trees, strong energy fluctuations continued to burst out, causing the chip in his mind to continuously sound alarms, and a solemn expression appeared on Enzo's face.

"Shadow Crow!" Enzo called softly.

As the magic power was released, shadow crows flew out of Enzo's body, and then moved towards the depths of the sea of ​​trees under the control of mental power.

The God of Disaster and the God of Bloodkiller have begun an all-out war.

Therefore, the power of the black mist in the entire dark tree sea was forcibly recruited by the God of Disaster, and loopholes began to appear in the rules. Several shadow crows were not disturbed and flew smoothly into the depths of the tree sea.

In place, Enzo slowly closed his eyes.

His field of vision began to change, and he was placed on several shadow crows. Using the ability of the shadow crows, Enzo saw the scene deep in the dark sea of ​​trees, where the crimson divine power collided fiercely with the power of the black mist.

Deep in the dark sea of ​​trees, crimson divine power burns!

Sayenu, the blood-killing god, transformed into a ten-meter-tall giant, with fiery red wings vibrating behind his back like a burning angel. Crimson divine power wrapped around his body, and he swung his giant sword to tear through the mist.

On the other side, Brahma, the god of disaster, also showed his true form.

Compared with the giant war god form of the blood-slaying god, the image of the god of disaster Brahmo appears extremely distorted. The huge and bloated octopus has hundreds of tentacles, and the surface of each tentacle has ferocious mouthparts and... Eyeballs.

Above the sky, eyes stared down.

Relying on the environmental advantages of the dark sea of ​​trees, the God of Disaster used his authority to suppress the God of Bloodkilling. Countless black trees stretched out branches like devil's claws and headed towards the Bloodkilling God Sayenu. Attack.

brush!

As Sayenu waved the giant sword again, crimson flames tore through the black mist, and the scorching heat ignited the black branches that came towards him. The king of evil beasts looked like an ape, but had eight arms covered with barbs and scales. Roaring and tearing apart the fire curtain, he rushed towards the blood-killing god.

Bang!

On the spot, the giant Sayenu punched out, and the crimson divine power penetrated directly through the chest of the King of Evil Beasts. The burning flames turned the opponent into ashes, as if a black mist exploded.

"The last one!"

On the earth, Sayenu stood on his feet and killed the last evil beast king. He was slightly relieved in his heart. Although he lost a lot of divine power by destroying the evil beast kings under the God of Disaster. It was all worth it.

"Next, it's your turn!"

Sayenu's eyes burned with fighting spirit. After using that trump card, the divine power absorbed by many tyrants in blood sacrifices allowed him to recover. Even though he was in the dark sea of ​​trees at this time, the blood-killing god was still confident.

"You lost to me in the battle in ancient times!"

Sayenu raised his giant sword and said solemnly, "Today's ending will not change in any way. The world will no longer have the God of Disaster."

"Yeah?"

The God of Disaster laughed ferociously, and suddenly waved his tentacles. The power of the black mist spread like ink. Above the sky, the one-eyes seemed to be crushed by invisible forces, and turbid and strange liquid flowed down.

Wow!

Black rain seemed to fall from the sky, and drops of dirty liquid fell into the dark sea of ​​trees, causing corrosion-like traces on the ground. However, the black trees seemed to absorb energy and became excited.

Swish, swish, swish!

On the ground, black trees seemed to be given life, twisting violently, sharp and harsh sounds resounding around them, the soil kept churning, and the roots of the black trees buried deep in the ground twisted and turned into feet pulling out. .

Jie Jie Jie!

Weird laughter came from the black tree monsters. These strange trees that were given life by the God of Disaster did not have faces, but they waved their branches and leaves and rubbed them together, simulating a scream-like laughter.

At the same time, the ground collapsed everywhere.

Caves the size of millstones appeared one after another, and black mice with scarlet eyes crawled out one after another, squeaking strangely, waving their long and ugly tails, and exuding a malicious aura.

"The power of disaster and fog is destined to rule everything!"

In mid-air, the God of Disaster was floating, waving his tentacles to pick up a strange rat, and directly biting it into pieces with the teeth on the tentacles. Feeling the black blood flowing, his eyes glowed with excitement.

"Go, my children!"

Then, the God of Disaster screamed, pulling out the strange black tree with two legs from the soil and the strange rats that came out of the cave, and rushed towards the God of Bloodslaying at the same time, so many of them seemed to gather into a black wave.

"Is this all you have? Fanmo!"

On the spot, Sayenu's eyes were cold, and the giant sword was thrust into the ground. The crimson divine power exploded instantly, swallowing up the surrounding black monster trees and strange rats like fire, turning them into ashes.

Compared with the previous evil beast kings, the black monster tree and the monster rat are weaker.

They are not even cannon fodder, and have minimal impact on the blood-killing god. Sayenu releases his divine power a little, and they are all eliminated. As a large number of black monster trees turn into ashes, a tree suddenly appears in the depths of the dark sea of ​​trees. Large open space.

"If you want to see my power, of course it's no problem!"

The God of Disaster laughed grimly, waving his tentacles in vain. The earth shook, and a crack like an abyss appeared. The surging black fog power rushed out of the ground.

Sayenu narrowed his eyes, and a trace of solemnity appeared on his face.

When the evil beast kings under his command were all dead, and those strange rats and black trees could not pose a threat to the God of Blood Killing, the God of Disaster finally took action himself and released the black fog power like a surging sea wave.

Swish!

In an instant, the black fog enveloped everything, and the scarlet divine power was suppressed. The shadow crows in the sky overlooking the earth were instantly swallowed up, and Enzo's vision disappeared. After a thought, he opened his eyes.

"Has it reached this point?"

On the spot, Enzo's face was a little solemn. Everything that happened in the depths of the dark forest showed that the God of Blood Killing and the God of Disaster had begun to fight with all their strength, and both sides had played their cards.

At this time, Enzo was only a hair's breadth away from the depths of the dark forest.

If he wanted, he could use shadow sneaking at any time, and it would only take one minute to join the battlefield, which would undoubtedly put Enzo in danger, and it would not fit his plan of the wizard benefiting from the battle between the two gods.

"It's too early to take action now."

Enzo stroked his chin, his eyes flickering slightly, and said, "The God of Blood and the God of Disaster have already clashed, but this battle of gods has obviously not yet reached the level of life and death, and I can wait for a while."

At this moment, Enzo suddenly had an idea.

Outside the dark forest, a certain means was triggered, and Enzo couldn't help but frown slightly, turned around and looked outside the forest, in the direction of the Tatar tribe on the Sollu Plain.

...

Not long ago, Sollu Plain.

On the endless plain, the fog that symbolized the Black Mist Season had completely disappeared. If it weren't for the gloomy sky, Drogo almost thought that this year's revival season had arrived early.

On the earth, countless figures were ready.

Led by the leader of the Gosau tribe, the furious warrior Okaren, all the war ghost tribes in the entire plain were urgently summoned here. On the magnificent rock wall of the Gosau tribe, Okaren looked serious.

"What happened?"

Drogo's face was solemn. As the ruler of the Sollu Plain, the Gosau tribe had the power to forcibly recruit other tribes. A few hours ago, the Tatar tribe was forcibly recruited.

"In the name of the Bloodthirsty God, the Gaosuo tribe recruits you!"

On the city wall, Okalun looked serious, looking at the many War Ghost tribes in the open space below, and said in a deep voice: "The great Bloodthirsty God is fighting with the God of Disaster. The evil black fog is trying to devour everything. As the people of the Bloodthirsty God, we must not sit and wait for death!"

"I can feel that evil is approaching the Sollu Plain!"

"Therefore, warriors, pick up your weapons and prepare to fight the damn evil. Use blood and life to defend the glory of the War Ghost Clan!"

With Okalun's high shouts, the blood warriors below were indignant.

Looking at the blood warriors below who were bursting with blood and energy, Okalun nodded with satisfaction, but at this moment, he suddenly noticed the direction where the people of the Tatar tribe gathered in the corner.

In addition to Drogo leading the Tatar blood warriors, there was actually a girl in the team, and a group of weird people wrapped in animal skins next to them.

"Drogo, stand up!"

Okalan shouted loudly, and said in a deep voice: "I issued a conscription order to the Tatar tribe, asking you to lead the blood warriors to resist evil. What's wrong with this girl, and why are these guys wearing masks?"

The evil ghosts who followed Wendy all covered their faces with masks.

This is mainly because the evil ghosts who were transformed by the power of black fog are too similar to the evil in appearance. In order to prevent unnecessary trouble, Drogo prepared animal skin robes and masks for them.

In response to Okalan's inquiry, Drogo came out with his head held high.

"Sorry, Lord Okalan."

Drogo thought for a moment and hesitated, "Wendy's situation is a bit special. I don't know how to explain it to you, but if you need to fight against evil, she can also help a little. Please believe me, Lord Okalan."

Okalan frowned and was about to say something else.

However, at this moment

On the plain in the distance, a tide of black fog suddenly surged and rushed over. In a moment, it appeared outside the Gaosuo tribe, and then twisted to form a black fog giant.

Okalun's face changed, and he quickly drew out his bronze sword.

Not far away, the giant condensed by the black fog, the lower half of his body still remained in the state of fog, and the upper half was a burly bald man, with two mist beards hanging on his hideous face, and his eyes flashing with cruel luster.

The King of Evil, Dimos!

The King of Evil was born in the Black Fog Season three hundred years ago. That year, Dimos almost devoured all the evil and evil beasts of the same period, so he relied on the majestic power of black fog to be promoted to the King of Evil.

In the following three hundred years, Dimos became the claws of the God of Disaster.

Every time the Black Fog Season came, he walked out of the dark forest and made waves all over the world. Relying on the power of the King of Evil, he destroyed many tribes of the War Ghost Clan. The most terrifying record even destroyed a southern kingdom.

That kingdom was ruled by a tyrant and had a history of six hundred years. Although the kingdom declined with the death of the tyrant, it still had more than a dozen furious warriors and tens of thousands of blood warriors.

However, even so, the kingdom was still destroyed by Dimos.

The cruel and evil King of Evil continued to do evil in the Black Mist Season, so he was attacked by another tyrant. He was finally injured and fled back to the dark forest. He did not reappear until now.

The tyrant who severely damaged Dimos came from the Gaosuo tribe!

"Hello! People of the Bloodthirsty God!"

The devil-like King of Evil looked at the Gaosuo tribe with a sneer on his face, and roared, "Why don't you kneel down when you see the great King of Evil Dimos?"

"Will the tyrant of the Gaosuo tribe appear again this time?"

Okalun's face was pale, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes. He knew very well that the tyrant ancestor of the Gaosuo tribe had fallen not long ago. It was because of this that he felt uneasy and issued a conscription order to other tribes in the Sollu Plain.

Okalen speculated what might happen, but he didn't expect that the evil king would appear here. Dimos was severely injured by the tyrant Gaosuo hundreds of years ago, and now he is obviously here for revenge.

And the other party is also obviously aware that the tyrant Gaosuo has fallen!

"For the glory of the war ghost tribe!"

The threat of the evil king brought strong oppression. In the almost suffocating atmosphere, a red-striped warrior from a small tribe suddenly roared furiously, and the blood and energy of his whole body burst out.

The next moment, he roared and rushed towards the evil king.

But such behavior is like an ant challenging a giant. The evil king Dimos had a grim smile on his face, and then stretched out his huge palm to grab it.

Crack!

As the black mist-like giant hand grabbed, the sound of bones breaking sounded. Amid the shrill screams, the furious warrior was crushed into meat paste, and blood flowed from the gaps between the giant fingers.

Dimos grinned, and then raised his hand.

The red-striped warrior who was crushed into meat paste was thrown directly into his mouth. With a creepy chewing sound, he was bitten alive and swallowed. This horrible scene made all the blood warriors feel a little scared.

However, what is more terrifying is that despair is spreading.

For the War Ghost Clan, everyone knows how powerful the evil king is. It is an evil existence second only to the God of Disaster. Only the ruler of the kingdom and the tyrant can compete with it, and even the furious warriors cannot face it.

"Tremble, poor Gaosuo people!"

Dimos laughed wildly, as if thunderous, and his huge palm directly hit the wall, causing Okalundu to dodge on the face.