Instant kill!
That big guy was taken down the moment he showed himself!
The old man was so excited that every pore on his body trembled.
At that moment, he felt extremely grateful for the insightful judgment of his Preacher.
This is a real gem!
Such terrifying combat power is almost a waste of talent to be Preacher.
The old man secretly made a decision: when the Lord summoned him again, he would make sure to keep the Lord General Thousand Faces by his side and train him as a Battle General.
"Faster! Faster!"
Although Thousand Faces swiftly defeated the opposing commander, the situation on the ground remains far from optimistic.
The Wandering Corpse ' defenses were further reduced, and even the aftershocks of the Self-Destruct Squad bombings could reach the old man's face.
But the old man remained calm. "When the Lord's power is revealed, everything will be alright."
Having finished his mission, the Giant Overlord withdrew from the battlefield and called out to the Light Prayer behind him, " A Bing, heal me."
The Light Prayer cursed, "Call me by my full name!"
Giant Overlord shrugged. "Sorry, I just said it offhand."
The Light Prayer immediately scattered large amounts of Smiley Face Pollen.
The penetrating wound in Giant Overlord's chest healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The wound only looked scary; in reality, not a single bone was broken.
Looking at the fully recovered Giant Overlord, the Light Prayer said, "Congratulations on finishing your mission."
The Giant Overlord seemed a bit bored; its screen time was far too short.
"If there's a next time, please give me more plot details."
Thousand Faces, who was in the center of the show, felt great at the moment, his face glowing.
Or rather, he's never been this good.
"Remember, the one who will carry you to victory is the Son of the Version, Thousand Faces!"
The Dharma King's voice immediately rang out on the Local Area Network.
"Now it's my turn to make my grand entrance!"
Rumble--
Suddenly, thunder rumbled under the dark sky.
Streaks of splitting lightning flashed in the air like demonic claws.
The thunder roared and raged unrestrainedly, even briefly illuminating the earth.
Whether it was the Wandering Corpse, martial artists, the Holy Temple Army, or Qin Ze and Daoist Miao who were currently locked in combat.
Everything in the world that can move involuntarily looks up at the sky.
The stone was startled awake by the thunder and muttered in bewilderment, "Why is it thundering in the middle of nowhere?"
Qin Ze raised his eyebrows. "You bastard, all you do is add special effects to yourself."
Light Prayer protested on the Local Area Network: "It's not Fairness! Why do you get to make such a grand entrance?"
The Dharma King said calmly, "Because I am the director."
The Light Prayer curled his lip. He suddenly realized that apart from sprinkling some pollen in the background, he had never shown his face at all; he was a pure behind-the-scenes worker.
The main problem was that the ground was full of Wandering Corpse, so his Plague Pollen was completely ineffective.
A Bing grumbled, "My first team fight was a complete disaster! Are you kidding me?"
"Are you trying to mess with my new account like this?"
From within the thunderclouds, the Dharma King, in the form of a strange beast, slowly descended.
Her long blue hair flew upwards, her lower body was bursting with lightning, wisps of electricity flowed from the corners of her eyes, and her arms were claws wrapped in lightning.
"A force of Myriad Bolts of Thunder, shaking the very heavens and earth!"
Upon seeing such exaggerated special effects, the old man exclaimed, " The Strange Beast has spoken!"
Even the most powerful Battle General who served the Lord ten thousand years ago were not able to utter Spirit Language.
"Come back quickly!"
The old man quickly told Thousand Faces to retreat and sent the cannon Wandering Corpse to delay the enemy.
But whether it was because of the distance or too much battlefield noise, Thousand Faces seemed not to hear it.
Facing the thunder surrounding the Dharma King, which seemed capable of shattering the darkness, Thousand Faces did not retreat an inch.
The old man couldn't help but exclaim, "So brave!"
Thousand Faces coldly shouted, "How dare you, a lowly wretch, be so insolent before my lord!"
The Dharma King scoffed, "You're nothing but a cowardly ant clinging to life. Today, I grant you death."
The Thousand Faces waved his staff, and thunder roared around the Dharma King.
Neither of them would back down, and they clashed fiercely under the sky.
Deafening thunder, dazzling red energy cannons, surging blood and qi...
The large clouds in the sky were shattered into small pieces, and the aftershocks of the battle blasted the clones on the ground. The clones, in conjunction with their self-destruction, then shattered the Wandering Corpse.
The Thousand Faces and the Dharma King engaged in a fierce battle, neither gaining the upper hand for a time.
Coupled with all sorts of flashy battle effects in the sky, you might mistake it for a battle of gods.
The blonde, mature woman's beautiful eyes widened at the sight. Whose subordinates were these, so incredibly brave?
The old man became even more determined to have the Lord nurture the Thousand Faces being.
Loyal and incredibly powerful, where can you find such a promising talent?
Thousand Faces communicated with the Dharma King via the Local Area Network: "That's enough, or Brother Bull Head will be here soon."
The Dharma King, still somewhat unsatisfied, said, "Alright, move to the right a bit."
"Yes, this is the spot, aligned with the altar."
Sizzle--
A surge of electricity rose from beneath the Dharma King's feet, quickly coalescing into a lightning bolt more than ten meters in diameter in front of him.
"You scum, die!"
The Dharma King shouted in Spirit Language to launch the thunderbolt.
Thousand Faces cried out in despair, "No! Such powerful energy! I will definitely return..."
Boom--
Before Thousand Faces could finish speaking, the thunderbolt exploded in front of him.
However, upon closer inspection, it can be observed that the thunderous mass was still half a step away from Thousand Faces when it exploded, and the Dharma King controlled all the thunderous power to explode backward.
Aside from being hit by the shockwave, not a single hair on Thousand Faces was harmed.
Since Thousand Faces was facing away from the battlefield, it appeared to everyone that he was being swallowed up Thousand Faces -on by a huge thunderstorm.
He fell to the ground, emitting white smoke from his burning body, like a kite with a broken string.
As luck would have it, it landed right next to the altar.
The old man looked at the Thousand Faces, who was barely breathing and had several electric currents coursing through his body, and felt a pang of heartache.
"Cough cough cough..." Thousand Faces spoke weakly, "Senior, I... I've done my best, but the enemy is just too strong."
The old man said with heartache, "The Lord has seen everything you have done."
The Lord will not forget your contributions.
"Now, all you need to do is rest, and the Lord will avenge you!"
At this point, the portal had expanded to a height of nearly two hundred meters.
A black claw suddenly shot out from the door.
Hehehehehe...
"I smell the delicious Source of God!"
The blonde woman thought to herself, "Oh no," as the evil god's power had been successfully projected.
Bang--
With one foot out, the Bull-Headed God emerged with most of its body out.
The Dharma King impatiently urged over the Local Area Network, "Hurry up, you have one last line to say."
"After that, everyone finished filming."
With his last ounce of strength, Thousand Faces straightened up and cried out excitedly to the Bull-Headed God, "Lord, your humblest servant has finally awaited your great arrival!"
After his face was scanned, Thousand Faces collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Sizzle--
The residual electricity in his body suddenly began to gather.
"Not good!"
The old man immediately sensed something was wrong.
Snap
The Dharma King snapped his fingers, "Filming wrapped. Thank you all for your wonderful performances."
Boom--
Just as the old man was about to take remedial measures, the electric current gathering on Thousand Faces's body suddenly exploded.
It wasn't very powerful, but it destroyed the altar and the statue.
Without the statue as a medium, the religious sacrifice was forced to stop, and the two-hundred-meter-high spatial gate began to slowly close.