Dark Demon Warlock Chapter 290

  Chapter 290 Alienation Failure Body

  Among the information they got, the descriptions about Mosnier are all words such as "powerful" and "violent" that can easily give people a "giant impression".

  Who would have thought that it is actually such a short, thin dwarf!

  The facial features are a bit big, just like the facial features of an adult on a child who is only seven or eight years old, the sense of disobedience is very strong.

   Just as Art was hesitating, the panel in his vision suddenly displayed 2 more messages.

  Article 1 is "alienation failure body".

  1 bar is a series of rapidly jumping numbers like "110, 115, 123, 137...".

  Yat was just a little confused and immediately asked: "Who can control him?"

   At the same time remove the prayer aura.

   That's his life in quick recovery!

   This panel displays his health numerically.

   And, seemingly because of teammates, other stats are showing up.

   But it will take a while.

  But Mosnier didn't give him this time.

   Names suddenly disappear from teammates.

   This guy regained consciousness!

  Although he was not fully awake yet, he instinctively sensed his peeping, and broke away from his teammates for the first time.

  Unloading the mill... No, cross the river and demolish the bridge!

   Pray that the aura doesn't have such a high recovery value, but it seems to help him expel a certain negative state, and his own recovery ability begins to take effect!

   Even after leaving the team, his breath is still recovering rapidly.

   "From the Church of Shadows?" Donna Morton heard his words and acted decisively to greet the people from the Church of Shadows.

  This church is not only good at stealth and stealth, but also good at control.

  The Shadow Cultist closest to Mosnier stepped forward, ready to cast Shadow Restraint.

  The dark environment is good for them to display their abilities.

   "Be careful!" Just as he was about half a meter closer to Mossier, Beverly suddenly grabbed his clothes and dragged him aside abruptly.

  Yate also opened his mouth at the same time, but he gave up after hearing Beverly's voice.

   Mosnier suddenly stretched out his good arm and grabbed the professional's ankle!

  Flickering, not at all like a seriously injured and dying person!

  The pitch-black fingers almost touched the professional's skin!

   If Beverly hadn't let down his vigilance and reacted quickly enough, he would have been caught by Mossier.

   As for the consequences, he definitely doesn't want to know.

  Yate saw that in the crevices of Mosnier's nails, in addition to the **** dust, there was a little flesh and blood residue.

In addition, after the professional approached, his panting sound suddenly became stronger, his shoulders trembled slightly, and a few drops of liquid appeared faintly under his buried face—this might be the only moisture in his mouth, but it was still uncontrollable It flowed out from the ground, which showed how much he longed for it.

  Longing for fresh flesh and blood!

  A person who is about to starve to death suddenly smells the aroma of barbecue, which is probably his current reaction.

   Dylan Felton also reacted very quickly, and directly slashed over.

   Ready to cut off his legs.

  The speed of the knife was very fast, almost as soon as the light of the knife flashed, the blade was already close to Mosier's relatively intact right leg!

   I don't know if he lost his mind due to hunger, or he didn't realize it, but Mosnier didn't dodge.

   "Poof!"

   "Crack!"

   In the front is the sound of the blade cutting into the muscle, and in the back is the sound of the blade being stuck on the bone.

  With the influence of Dylan Felton, he failed!

  Including Yate and Shaohui, everyone was taken aback.

   They had estimated the strength of Dylan Felton's knife to some extent. They thought that Mossier would resist or dodge in various ways, but they didn't expect to use their bodies to block it!

   What's outrageous is that he really caught it!

  Although the injury was serious, the knife cut to his bones, but Dylan Felton's original intention was to cut off his legs!

  As a shooter, Dylan Felton feels more intuitive and real.

   It doesn't feel like cutting on a human body at all, but rather like cutting on a wild animal with very tough skin and very dense muscles and bones.

  Especially the hardness of the bones, he suspects that if it is not blocked by muscles, sparks can be cut!

  There was no blood flowing out of the wound, just a few strands of viscous liquid, which was stained by the dirt near the wound, and suddenly turned black and black, and nothing could be seen.

   But the pain cannot be offset.

"Roar-"

   Mosnier woke up instantly, let out a dry, distorted roar, and suddenly grabbed his right leg with his left hand that was already full of bones.

  Because he was lying on the ground, it was impossible for his left hand to grab the knife on his right leg according to the structure of a normal human being.

  But he seemed to have no joints, his left arm was twisted, and it was silky smooth, no different from normal movements, without hindrance.

   No!

  With his wingspan, even if there is no joint hindrance, it is impossible to reach it!

   This guy's bones stretched?

strangeness!

   Can't see clearly.

  Dylan Felton had already drawn his knife to dodge, and slashed across his left arm, making a sharp and ear-piercing friction sound: "Crack—"

   This guy's bones are really hard!

   Not only that, Dylan Felton also launched Shadow Binding.

  A cloud of shadows seemed to come alive, restraining Mosir who was trying to get up!

  The members of the Church of Shadows are almost familiar with this signature control technique.

He is also included.

  However, he was bound for less than 1 second before being freed.

  The shadow shattered and returned to the ground like flowing water.

   Mosnier stood up slowly with one leg on the ground.

  Obviously only less than the height of a girl's waist, but it gives people a kind of pressure.

   "Bang!" caught Beverly's fist with his shoulder.

   "Clang!" He blocked Dylan Felton's knife again with his left arm.

  2 people can't give him a chance to breathe, pounce during his rise.

  But they were all blocked by him.

  Anyway, you just use your body to resist, and you can switch to another professional.

  Meeting such a person, Dylan Felton and Beverly were also helpless.

   Obviously not strong at all, but the physical body and resilience are terrifyingly strong!

  The wound on the right leg is almost healed!

  The wound on the left half of the body also had granulation twitching.

  However, the price is that Mossier's sanity, which had just recovered a little, became chaotic again, his eyes glowed green, his mouth was grinning, he glanced greedily, and finally locked on to Beverly.

  Of all the people present, Beverly is the strongest.

   To put it simply, he has the most flesh on his body!

  Yate suspects that the driving force behind Mosnier's climb up from below is probably the "meaty smell" produced by so many of them gathered together!

"Step aside!"

  The people of Vulcan Church made a move.

  Donna Morton didn't watch, but organized people in the rear.

  5 fist-sized crimson fireballs hit Mosir one by one.

  Although the fireball is not big, it has a condensed breath and a higher temperature than the fireball that Te usually uses.

   After all, they are professionals.

   Mosnier still chose to resist hard.

   No, I didn't pay attention to it, Beverly's attention was completely attracted, and he let the fireball hit him.

   "Puff", "Puff"... There were several rapid muffled sounds, but he didn't even shake his body.

  The members of Vulcan Church blushed instantly.

   Half embarrassed and half annoyed.

   This guy is obviously thin and short, but he is as solid as a small hill!

  Although it is a bit small, it is still a mountain!

  A thought flashed in Yate's mind: "Is this really a failed body?"

  (end of this chapter)

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