Chapter 226 Thousand Years Prisoner

He didn't care about Zhao Dehuo, so he looked up at the orc missionary. He held the scriptures devoutly in his arms and knelt down in the air. The scriptures and the light emitted from his body fell to the ground.

A whole thousand hearts that were still trembling slightly reflected the light from the scriptures and finally gathered on the sculpture.

The originally gray-green sculpture emits a light red light under the light, and the scene is so beautiful.

He didn't know where to start, so he had to observe the missionary carefully, hoping to find out what shortcomings and fatal weaknesses from him.

At this moment, the hearts actually changed strangely, gradually fading from the original red, becoming lighter and lighter, until it finally turned gray-green, and it seemed to continue to wither.

Although the orc missionary closed his eyes, it seemed as if he could see it all. There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and his expression was even more pious. Although the wild horse's body was a little curved and wrinkled, it seemed a little sacred under the light.

As the heart became dimmer and dim, the originally gray-green sculpture turned red, bright red, as bright as the heart.

Yin Hui was relieved, completely calmed down. Even without thinking about his brain, he could guess what happened just now. The sculpture actually absorbed human vitality.

Crack, Crack.

The big sculpture looked like it was alive at this moment, and its skin was no longer as hard as a stone. Instead, it began to slowly relax in some places. The originally silent eyes suddenly became agile, and the black eyes turned around and opened their mouths slightly, and Yin Hui saw a pale white mist spraying out of his mouth.

The big sculpture is ready to be resurrected, and the summoning ceremony has been successful.

The only thought in his mind.

Squatting on the ground in despair, watching the large sculpture slowly resurrected in despair.

The sight of the big sculpture actually fell on himself.

He was stunned for a moment, and the Taiyi bow he grabbed in his hand fell off unconsciously. His eyes were filled with endless magic, and he drew away all the strength from his body.

The four eyes just looked at each other, looking at each other.

Yin Hui was waiting for the next move of the sculpture, but the sculpture stopped any action, and did not move, his eyes moved away from him and he stopped breathing.

He was a little happy: "Did... the summoning ceremony fail?"

It was a time to speak, and soon, a bolt from the blue sounded, and lightning connected the heart of the orc missionary and the eyes of the sculpture. A heart-shaped object immediately flew out of the heart of the orc missionary, and then followed the lightning and directly entered the mouth of the orc missionary.

The heart just entered the sculpture's mouth, and the sculpture was completely resurrected, and its movement became larger and larger. The huge head was turning, making a creaking sound of bone breaking.

In the huge space, dust fell to the ground, and his vision had become very good. He clearly saw the orc missionary holding scriptures in his hand, and then fell straight from it. With a thud, his body actually broke into two pieces, his internal organs and other things flowed all over the ground, and blood splattered everywhere.

In order to summon this monster, he actually lost his life. This is the real ignorance.

Yin Hui also sighed.

He knew that things were not under his control, but he also understood that sooner or later he would die and no longer hide. Instead of resisting and being killed directly, it would be better to die in the fight against death, so that death would be more dignified.

The one he couldn't let go of was Conan Doyle. If Conan Doyle could leave alive, he would be willing to die twice.

But he understood that all this could only be a fantasy. No matter what price he was willing to pay, the hope of their two survival was less than one percent.

i looked up and saw that the only exit was a hundred meters away from them. Unless two people could fly, it would be impossible to leave this hell.

Crack, the sound of bone breaking came one after another. The monster moved all over his body and made a shocking sound. Even the sound of bone collision was so bright, and the eardrums were trembling.

What kind of monster is this?

As death approached, he forgot to be afraid, but instead observed the monster carefully.

This monster far exceeded his worldview. If it were in the past, even if he was killed, he would not believe that there would be such a monster in the world. But now he sees it alive and he has to believe it.

"Roar, roar." The monster seemed to be a prisoner who had been imprisoned for thousands of years, and finally gained freedom. He screamed twice with a proud voice. The sound was heavy and thick, shattering the two hills beside him. For a moment, sand and stones were flying again, and strong winds were blowing.

For fear of being blown away by the strong wind, he hurriedly hugged a large stone beside him to stabilize his body. After the arrogant wind blew, he barely stood firm and looked up at the monster.

The tall orc began to move, and every step he took would cause a huge shock to the world. The huge soles of the feet were as big as a round table, and one foot would be like a deep pit.

When he walked to those believers whose hearts were dug, he stretched out his feet and stepped on them without hesitation.

Crack, the sound of bone breaking is endless, blood splashing out from the corpse, and finally gathers into a small river that flows down the cracks of the stones.

Yin Hui, hiding behind a stone, saw all this in fear, and his heart, which had long been ready for death, was beating wildly.

Is this the archangel? The legendary archangel actually takes human life as a human life? It is even worse than grass?

Crack, sizzling, the sound of bone fractures and blood splashing endlessly came, sounding creepy.

"Hunting humans, come out, I see you." When the archangel walked to the platform where the orc missionary was sitting at the beginning, a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his voice was extremely contemptuous, and he did not take them seriously at all.

"Has it been discovered?" His brain turned rapidly, and he looked up at the tall monster, wanting to see if he had discovered himself.

But as soon as he looked up, he was stimulated by his sharp gaze, his thoughts were immediately sucked away, and his mind was blank.

He didn't know what was going on in that second, as if his body had stopped working, the memories and thoughts in his head gathered into a river, and then he drilled into the orc's head.

The same situation happened to Conan Doyle beside him and the passage where they were hiding just now.

He understood that Huang Helou and others were also discovered.

A despair surged into my heart, but soon, the despair was pulled away by the monster and penetrated into the monster's head with the long river of memory.

His body was weak and his head was pale. He suddenly squatted to the ground. There was endless light in front of him, and he could not hear any sound. He felt that his soul had been pulled away from his body, and only his body was feeling the world.

"Yin Hui, Yin Hui, wake up quickly, wake up quickly." I don't know how long it took, a familiar voice sounded in my ears. I was shocked by the sound and my whole body trembled and I slowly opened my eyes.

The light that pierced the eyes disappeared, replaced by the bloody scene in front of him.

Blood flowed into a river, corpses piled up into mountains, and a monster with a huge body as big as a hill stood in front of him. His lower body was huge animal limbs, and his upper body looked like a human. At this moment, he was bent down and doing something, making a creaking sound.

He rubbed his eyes hard, and then he could see clearly.

More blood flowed out from under the monster and gathered into a larger river. Pale human bones were piled on both sides of his body, almost as tall as his body.

It was creaking, creaking, and it kept ringing, as if he was eating human bones.

This thought made him a little stunned and forget everything, just staring at the monster's huge body in a daze.

Ahem.

Unable to hold back, he actually coughed.

Although the sound is very light, it seems a little obvious in a deadly quiet space.

The monster was stunned for a moment, and the creaking sound stopped. It turned its head in confusion and looked at Yin Hun.

He saw a humble human being looking at him with fear.

He smiled slightly, didn't say anything, but just pulled out his arm that was hiding behind him.

He saw a large handful of human corpses on it. The corpses were already scattered. When he grabbed them like this, they turned into meat paste. All the heads, arms and thighs were pieced together and grabbed them in his hands.

Bang.

He opened his big mouth full of blood, and the strong smell of blood turned into black mist and sprayed out of his mouth, which made him almost fainted.

The arm that was full of corpses swung casually, and stuffed all the human flesh with ten human corpses into his mouth, chewing it creakingly, endless blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, splashing out and falling to the ground, as if a blood rain was falling.

Looking at the monster's terrifying appearance, Yin Hun's fragile nerves were blocked again, and he did not breathe, and fell backwards.

The monster seemed very satisfied with his performance. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his huge mouth, and then turned around and continued to eat his human flesh feast.

Yin Hui, who had squinting his eyelids, saw the monster's blurry figure turn over, then he breathed a sigh of relief and slowly sat up. If he had continued to stare at the monster just now, maybe it would directly attack Yin Hui for lunch.

"Yin Hun..." A faint voice came to my ears again, and I heard this sound when I was unconscious just now.

"Who?" He looked back alertly, trying to see clearly who was calling him.

"It's...me!" The voice was very weak, as if the words of an endangered old man was dying.

"No... possible, impossible, absolutely impossible." Yin Hui, who had always felt that the voice was familiar, had a person in his mind. But then he denied this idea. It must have been because he had been overworked these days, so he had hallucinations. The voice would definitely not be this person's.

After saying that, he insisted on shaking his head, trying to wake up for a while.

"Yin Hui, you heard it right. It's me, it's me." The voice seemed to know Yin Hui's thoughts and continued to speak.

"How is it possible for you? He is dead, you absolutely cannot be him." Yin Hui retreated with a look of horror on his face, looking around, trying to find the owner of the voice.

But there was nothing else on the ground except ashes that were enough to cover up people's sight. His fragile nerves relaxed for a while, thinking that all this was just an illusion of his own.
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