lcionline Chapter 345: Corrupt network, leaving the cabin, divine authority!
Chapter 345: Corrupt network, leaving the cabin, divine authority!
The giant sat up in shock from his dying illness, waved his sleeves to smash the arrow to pieces, and then scattered a rain of fire across the sky, announcing the fact that he was not yet dead.
Even five-star cards can't kill me, so what can a mere four-star card like you do to me?
Unfortunately, the giant still couldn't get up and could only continue to lie on the sea level. With such serious injuries, even with his incredible physique comparable to that of a sports emperor, he needed some time to recover.
However, in the molten blood rushing through the giant's body, a spore so weak that it was unnoticeable disappeared along with the silence of the rushing blood.
The one who was even more panicked was the Decayed Druid. He had never expected that the elf's target was the giant behind him... despicable, obscene, and shameless!
We, the Decadent Cult, are going to kill you, the coquettish elf, right now.
The giant beast Leviathan has now used its huge body to break free from the restraints and is shaking its body wildly, trying to throw the proprietress off itself.
The Druid of Decay used the vines rooted under Leviathan's skin to stabilize his body and launched another attack.
Long, pointed, black branches gathered together, the tips dripping with corrupt toxins.
Unlimited Stings!!!
Like the boss lady's giant net, the Druid of Decay's attack has no blind spots. Druid is a profession that lives with nature and life. Most of their offensiveness is close to zero, and they can only be farmers all their lives.
But some druids who are extremely talented and do not follow the rules, once awakened, can transform their abundant vitality into endless hostility.
Madam Boss, remember the corrupt druid in front of you. He was once a genius among druids. On the day he planted a forest in one day, he was loved by his tribesmen.
pity.
He was the first one to betray the tribe.
Don't forget...you're not the only druid who follows the rules.
The emerald green branches grew and exuded vitality, and were pulled out by the proprietress, who wiped away the tender leaves on the trunk with her slender hands.
A straight branch - Forest Sword!
Waving, waving continuously to resist the attack of the Decayed Druid, the Forest Sword also has its own sword energy, which is a bunch of tender leaves that grow out and are thrown out.
The speed is so fast that it is hard to guard against.
The Druid of Decay let out a sharp and piercing roar:
"You missed!"
What they are waiting for is that you rely on the druid's method to promote the growth of plants... You did not kill the Forest Sword, this is your mistake!!!
The branch containing the poison of the curse of decay suddenly exploded, and dense thorns mixed with sticky curse poison flew towards him.
There is no way to avoid it.
Once you are contaminated by it, you will be infected by the toxins it contains and then corrupted, with no possibility of returning to the original state.
"is it?"
The lady boss didn't dodge or evade, and she didn't even plan to flee. The activity of the forest sword was stimulated to the extreme. Even her body, the flowers that grew with her jade feet, the vines that entangled her hair, and the twigs and flowers that the wind brought to her formed the hem of her skirt...
All the life that came from her was roaring.
The Decayed Druid was stunned to see this scene. He suddenly realized what she wanted to do, but it was too late to stop her.
The cursed poison infects the proprietress' body.
She embraced decay.
The Decayed Druid discovered in panic that his own Decayed Network was not integrated into the boss lady's consciousness.
Whose corruption did she accept?
The lavender eyeliner slowly emerged, and the proprietress gently stroked the flower with ferocious fangs in her hair. Her voluptuous thighs appeared between the side-opened skirts. She licked her lips and laughed seductively: "Is this decadence?"
I agree.
But I reject your filthy corruption.
You have met a corruption more powerful than yourself.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" the Decayed Druid shouted in horror.
He worked hard to find a colleague for himself, hoping to work together and create brilliance, but when his colleague was about to join the company, he found out, "Why did you join a competing company and become the CEO?"
Is this right? Is this reasonable? Who will compensate me for my referral fee?
"Why do you think I rejected you?" the lady boss asked, and then continued to speak on her own, undermining the confidence of the Decayed Druid: "Because you are so rotten!"
"The withering of the World Tree is the goddess's own business. You caused a little commotion and took advantage of the situation, and then you say that you died naturally and that you should stand up after decaying? You should be the JOKER on your side."
The engineers of Haiyuan City poked their heads out and listened to the gossip on the radio they had urgently made. Lord Fenji also pricked up his ears to listen. The proprietress raised her eyebrows and asked with a smile, "We are all elves, why are you so lame? You are all like dogs."
"What the hell! We, the Decayed Cult, are obviously greater than you elves! We are no longer your group of primitive elves! We are more perfect beings!" The Decayed Cult argued with their eyes wide open.
The lady boss laughed and said, "Remember, if you are an elf for one day, you will be an elf for the rest of your life!"
The Decayed Druid's face flushed, veins popping out on his forehead, and he argued, "We are different. We are already different!"
There were a series of difficult to understand words, such as "you slandered me without any basis" and "detached from the world", which made everyone laugh. The card table was full of a happy atmosphere.
After feeling the power of decay, the proprietress' smile became even brighter.
"That's it, that's it!"
The Decayed Druid retreated half a step out of fear and shouted hysterically: "What do you want to say?!"
The proprietress took a step forward, and there were rotten, withered flowers and a carpet made of dead grass that contained a curse. "As an agent of decay, you are so weak!"
"You have not only turned your back on the elves."
"And betrayed the corrupt network!"
Vines grew from the hair, with bright red flowers as scarlet eyes, like snakes, whistling sharply towards the Druid of Decay.
"You deserve to die."
The proprietress moved extremely quickly, relying entirely on the vines to push her forward. In just a blink of an eye, she had overlapped with the figure of the Corrupted Druid. The opponent had no time to react at all, and she unleashed the same corrupt methods as herself.
Pierce his body.
Inject poison.
infection.
Joining the glorious Decayed Network, he ushered in true sublimation. The complicated voices in the Decayed Druid's mind disappeared, and he could not use the collective consciousness of the upgraded network to strengthen himself. Then, there was a brand new group chat.
The group chat was just established.
Apart from him, the only member left in the group is the group owner.
Before he could post pornographic pictures, discuss current affairs, or copy large amounts of history to flood the new group chat, the group owner took the first step to disband the chat and put an end to his outrageous behavior.
Abandoned by the elves, excluded by his own corrupt network, and now kicked out of the group chat by the new corrupt network, he suddenly felt that he was alone and could no longer keep himself intact.
The dry, bark-like skin fell off inch by inch.
He wailed and begged for the boss's wife's forgiveness.
All he got in response was a scornful look, "Why don't you just die?"
Deductions can be good or bad. They can't all be positive. Sometimes they can be negative.
The Druid of Decay lost everything he had and tried desperately to reconnect to his own corrupt network, but all he got in response was rejection.
How can you come back with a virus like this? Why do you think about yourself so much?
In desperation, he grabbed the legs of the proprietress with his withered arms, "Please... I know I was wrong... I want to make up for my mistakes... Please, I have nothing left."
The proprietress lowered her eyes in disdain.
She raised her foot and stepped on his head: "You know you are going to die, you are afraid that you will lose everything you have. Isn't that great? Because I was also afraid and prayed the same way."
The lady boss asked, "Did you let us go?"
Snapped.
Just like a balloon, it burst with a pop.
The headless corpse rolled down the back of Leviathan.
He fell into the bottomless ocean and disappeared, taking his sins with him.
It’s not a big problem that we can’t reverse-infect their corrupt network. Once we get out... I’ll fucking kill you all!
I'm relieved.
Anyway, the children have been entrusted with something, and the remaining issues between the adults should be left to the adults to resolve. Tooth for tooth, blood for blood!
The giant net filled with poison was spread out again, trapping the giant beast Leviathan along with the proprietress herself, just a few miles away from the gate of the royal city.
Using himself as an anchor, he bought a moment of time for Little Levi, "Little Levi... I leave my life in your hands~~~"
As expected of the boss lady, she can even fight back at this time... Seeing how mature the boss lady is now, Zuo Feiya must not be allowed to get close to her, even an iron 1 can be broken into 0.
"Where is the demonic orthodoxy?"
Lord Fen Ji asked the question sincerely.
In a trance, he even had an illusion that they were not going to destroy the world, but they were restraining a group of real lunatics from doing evil in the world.
The army of justice is actually us? !
"From your expression, you seem a little unclear about your position." Li Qing corrected: "We are enemies, enemies with no relation to each other. Either you die or I die."
It was Lord Fen Ji's turn. He chuckled and responded to Levi's words:
"Yes, enemy, it's a life-and-death battle."
Draw a card, check your hand, and say as you draw one:
"Although I don't know what kind of ancient technology you are working on...don't forget that we demons have been traveling through the universe for tens of millions of years!"
"When it comes to operations, you guys are still too inexperienced!"
Just relying on looting is enough to make your own technology level advance by leaps and bounds. You can't understand or use the good things you get? It's not a big problem, just get someone who can.
Your supplies are my granary, and your weapons are our advanced troops.
4-star [Devil's Furnace - Craftsman Servant]
Four-star [Demon's Forge - Mechanical Priest]
Magic Card [Devil's Furnace - Forged Faith]
Take three photos in a row.
Above the sea, there appeared a group of demon craftsmen who were more evolved than the dwarves. They were short in stature, but their arms were abnormally thicker than their waists, forming a sharp contrast with their slender legs. They had more or less lost some body parts, such as insignificant hearts.
Instead, there was an energy source that emitted a pale blue light and gushed out oil like an engine.
They shuttled through one space crack after another, digging mines that were unknown where, perhaps in the subspace, and brought back strange things that would be cursed, targeted, and blessed at a glance, thus creating their first creation.
A huge, pitch-black bell!
boom!
Make a sound!
Okay, that’s enough, the sense of ceremony ends here. Then, they rushed to their own battlefield, built buildings on flat ground, huge chimneys spewed out thick black smoke, and the foundations were winding and not level at all, but with a wonderful balance, they successfully floated above the sea.
A huge banner was unfurled: [God of Casting Bless Them! Wrong Parameters! ]