Final Priesthood Chapter 204

Chapter 204: Silver Holding Spear, congratulations on unlocking the new career panel

"boom!"

"boom!"

Lu Yuan grabbed the black iron throne that looked like a big lump of iron and smashed it down with force.

The muscles on his broad back were moving, and the huge **** lotus eye on his back seemed to be opening and closing slightly.

Nearly a hundred tons of terrifying power was injected into the ground along with the throne, and was transmitted through the earth and rocks.

 With the throne as the center, there are countless huge spider web-like cracks.

The ground at the top of the entire pyramid was rolled over by Lu Yuan's impact and collapsed into small pieces.

The towering pyramids seem to be slowly crumbling

 Everyone present was stunned.

 Looking blankly.

　Many spectators in the auditorium were stunned for a short time.

I don't know who screamed emotionally.

Then the atmosphere of the entire venue was ignited again, with hysterical shouts and shouts, like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.

The audience was so excited.

 Originally, when I saw someone climbing to the top, I thought this ultimate **** battle was over.

Unexpectedly, there was a reversal. The **** warrior violently beat the one holding the spear.

Honour, this finale program specially arranged by Mosaic is really exciting. Although the ticket price for this **** battle is a bit expensive, it is really worth it!

This enthusiastic off-site atmosphere caused all the **** warriors to feel dazed for a moment and fell into some deep self-doubt.

The feaster violently beat the spear bearer on the throne. Is this really the effect of the show? !

 No way.

 But the combined feaster is so strong that it seems to be far from a large spectrum of strength. It seems that it is not impossible? !

Lu Yuan smashed it for a while, and when he felt it was almost done, he threw away the throne in his hand.

 “Bang!”

The Iron Spear Throne, which had been completely smashed into a big iron lump, fell heavily to the ground with a muffled sound.

"Um?!"

 Lu Yuan lowered his head to see what the King of Bao looked like now, with a slightly surprised expression on his face.

The strength of the Tyrant King is probably slightly better than that of the Molybdenum Demon, and better than , but not nearly as good as S-Class.

 His three stages of ultimate transformation can easily brutalize the opponent.

 But what Lu Yuan did not expect was.

His smashing just now, even an iron man should have been smashed into iron paste and iron juice.

 The Tyrant King is not dead yet?

At this time, the Tyrant King, who was completely out of human form, was lying quietly in a huge pit.

The entire upper body and even the head of the Tyrant King were completely shattered, like a puddle of flesh.

 But under the shroud of some kind of blood-red power, the injuries on his body were healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Broken bones are bonded to bones, and worn-out muscles are remodeled.

This incredible scene made Lu Yuan even more surprised.

 He suddenly thought of information about the "god of fighting and hunting" believed in by Mosa—

Give believers an unquenchable fighting spirit and an indestructible body.

“Is this the power of the evil **** that belongs to Mosa?

No wonder Lin Zhiqin pinned Lin Mo's final hope of survival entirely on Mosa's divine blood.”

Lu Yuan suddenly wasn't in a hurry to take action.

 He wanted to see to what extent the Tyrant King could recover under the guidance of this power.

 Lu Yuan quietly observed the changes in Bao Wang.

 He saw with his own eyes the horrific injuries that were inflicted on other people, even the transformed ones, who had to be remade.

 Heal quickly.

 Until the Tyrant King's upper body reappears its original outline, and then.

 The mysterious power like blood mist suddenly disappeared.

 “Exhausted?”

Lu Yuan blinked, and a guess emerged in his mind.

 The Tyrant King, who was deep in the huge pit, moved the fingers of his right hand slightly.

 Then the eyes started to move.

 Lu Yuan took two steps back with interest, as if to make room for him to express himself freely.

There was a sound of falling earth and rocks.

 The Tyrant King stood up from the pit again.

 “Huchi—huchi—”

The Tyrant King was hunched over, like a person who had just been rescued from drowning, breathing heavily.

His eyes were fixed on the road.

 The eyes showed deep shock, disbelief, anger and resentment.

 “You're done.”

The king of violence stretched out a hand and pointed toward the road.

 At this moment, he "shrunk" several times.

The skin and flesh are tightly attached to the bones, and the whole person looks skeletal and skinny.

“That kind of blood-mist power comes at a price. It consumes a person's blood?”

Lu Yuan's eyes flashed with light, and his mind was spinning rapidly.

 He is now very interested in the evil power of Mosa. As for the threat of the Tyrant King?

what is that? Just ignore it.

Do you care if a drowned dog you just beat up is grinning at you?

 “Ah Barras!”

The Tyrant King suddenly knelt on the ground, with his cheek turned up, and he quickly recited a series of strange and awkward words above his head.

 This should be some kind of ancient language.

It is a pity that Lu Yuan has not specifically studied the history of the Mosaic religion and knows nothing about the content of the curse recited by the Tyrant King.

　　And accompanied by the hoarse syllables coming out of the Tyrant King's mouth one after another.

 The atmosphere in the huge underground space seemed to quickly become depressing.

The noise in the auditoriums on all sides of the venue quickly subsided, and the faces of the audience, who were mostly ordinary people, gradually showed expressions of unspeakable discomfort.

This behavior quickly spread to the **** warriors.

 The atmosphere in the underground space is terrifyingly heavy.

　　It is as if most of the air in this space has been sucked out in an instant, giving people an extremely depressing feeling before a terrifying thunderstorm.

The Tyrant King shouted out the last prayer, then raised his head and roared, with a look of deep fanaticism and piety on his face.

Hands intertwined, his fingers scratched **** his chest.

 The flesh on his chest suddenly rolled up, and a large amount of thick blood flowed out.

After doing all this, the Tyrant King stood up safely, stared at Lu Yuan with an inexplicable cheerful expression, and said with a ferocious smile: "The great 'God of Martial Arts and Hunting' will drop the spear of punishment to punish you for this blasphemy of martial arts." Disrespecter!

 You, wait to die! "

"Oh, is it so?"

Lu Yuan squinted his eyes and looked up at the huge black billy goat sculpture above his head.

 He could clearly feel the rise and convergence of the mysterious will contained in it.

  But the wonderful thing is.

 The feeling this will brought to him did not have any hostility.

 Instead, with a deeper examination, acceptance, and appreciation?

This feeling feels a bit incredible even from a distance away.

"Although, I don't quite agree with your opinion. But..." Lu Yuan pondered slightly, looked at the ferocious Tyrant King in front of him calmly, and said softly: "For the sake of safety, let's do this."

 Finished.

Lu Yuan raised his hand and lightly snapped his fingers.

"Snapped!"

 In the third stage of ultimate transformation, Lu Yuan snapped his fingers and directly exploded the air, blasting out a clear white wave.

 With the snap of his fingers.

 The next second.

 “Boom!”

 A huge explosion suddenly sounded.

Following this, the dome of the underground space trembled violently, and large chunks of earth and stone fell from the high ceiling.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 by this

 Large cracks appeared on the dome, and then

 A loud noise of "Boom!"

The dome of this huge underground space suddenly cracked open with a huge gap.

 Bright skylight comes in from the outside.

Immediately afterwards, a huge silver-gray shuttle slowly came in from the gap.

On the shuttle, hundreds of Yellow Bear members wearing black protective suits and holding super guns fell down like dumplings.

 Just a few breaths.

These people surrounded the entire top of the pyramid.

Countless black holes of gun muzzle were aimed at the Tyrant King, and the dense infrared aiming points directly printed the Tyrant King's big grinning face into a mottled red.

On the huge silver-gray shuttle, a huge silver muzzle that was as thick as several water tanks emerged smoothly and smoothly.

Aiming straight at the top of the dome, the huge black billy goat sculpture.

 In an instant.

The entire underground space fell into a deathly silence.

The Tyrant King's fierce and successful expression was fixed on his face, his eyes fell into a brief freeze, and his whole body was motionless, as if his computer was down.

"grown ups!"

A middle-aged man with a red bear pattern printed on the left chest of his combat uniform, a cold temperament and a strong aura, held a neatly folded black clothes in his hands.

Two steps forward, taking the shortcut, he bowed his head respectfully and said, "Please give me the next instructions."

"Not urgent."

Lu Yuan waved his hand casually.

 He ​​raised his head and squinted his eyes to look at the huge billy goat sculpture for a while.

Then his eyes fell back on the Tyrant King and he said calmly: "Watch him continue to perform."

"yes."

 The middle-aged Chi Xiong nodded in response, keeping his hands holding the clothes and standing upright on the spot.

However, his attention is highly concentrated on the top of his head, as if he will give the command to the shuttle to fire at any time.

"Uh uh uh"

The King of Tyrants seemed to have something stuck in his throat, and he couldn't pronounce a single syllable.

 After a brief moment of sluggishness, he suddenly came to his senses.

 As if he had made up his mind, a trace of ruthless determination flashed across his face.

　　He violently tore at his chest with both hands.

This time it was not just the flesh, but the entire chest that he had cut open by himself, and you could even see the lively beating internal organs inside.

The Tyrant King roared almost at the top of his lungs.

In an instant, a dazzling silver light bloomed from the mouth of the billy goat sculpture hanging on the dome.

Seeing the appearance of this silver light, the Tyrant King was like a drowning man seeing the driftwood close at hand, with a look of ecstasy on his ferocious and twisted face.

 “Hahaha, Silver Judgment!

 You are finished! You are dead!

 So what if there are too many people? No one can save you! Ha ha"

The silver light shined brighter and brighter, and the expressions of all the yellow bears in the field became tense. The red bear holding the clothes in his hands had a solemn expression, and his lips moved as if he wanted to say something.

But he was stopped by Lu Yuan raising his hand.

Lu Yuan stared intently at the blooming silver light, and the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

finally.

When the silver light reached its peak, the look of ecstasy on the Tyrant King's face also bloomed to its peak.

A flash of silver lightning spit out from the mouth of the huge billy goat sculpture and struck down hard towards Luyuan.

 When all the light disappears, everyone's vision is restored.

 A scene appears in the eyes of countless people—

Lu Yuan, who was more than two meters tall, with long hair hanging down his waist, and a huge **** lotus eye full of magic printed on his back, stood tall and tall in the field.

Hold your right hand high above your head.

Between his five fingers, he tightly grasped a silver-white spear with an ancient shape.

An inexplicable aura circulated back and forth between him and the spear, spreading out, giving everyone a deep sense of shock as if they couldn't help but worship.

 A figure suddenly stumbled up from under the pyramid.

 He rushed to the road and fell to his knees with a "plop".

It is the thin man in the silver sheep mask who served beside the Tyrant King before.

At this time, his whole body was trembling, and his eyes under the mask were filled with intense enthusiasm and awe.

He knelt down far away from the road and shouted with a trembling voice: "Praise to the one who holds the silver spear!"

The expression on the Tyrant King's face froze, and Lu Yuan's figure holding a silver spear was reflected in his empty eyes.

The whole person's energy and spirit seemed to be drained out in an instant.

 A "click" sound.

 Collapsed weakly on the ground.

All Huang Xiong members were also immersed in huge and deep shock.

 The middle-aged Chi Xiong who was closest to Lu Yuan was the first to recover from the shock and loss of consciousness.

He took two cautious steps forward and called softly: "My lord."

 Lu Yuan was withdrawn from the wonderful state.

 The arm holding the silver spear high slowly lowered it.

His whole body began to shrink rapidly. In less than a second, he returned from his demon-like form of more than two meters tall to his original fair and handsome appearance.

Lu Yuan casually grabbed the clothes held in the middle-aged hands of Chixiong.

 It is a large black cloak.

　　He put it on himself at will.

The middle-aged Red Bear half-hunched over, pointing at the Tyrant King next to him and the man in the silver mask who was bowing deeply, and asked respectfully: "What should we do with these two people?"

Lu Yuan glanced at it lightly, and replied casually with some emotion: "Don't worry about this one, grab the other one and send it to the scientific research team for human experiments."

"yes."

 At this time, Lu Yuan's thoughts were not on these things at all.

 His entire focus is on his career panel.

There is a latest tip above -

 【Congratulations, you have unlocked a new career panel—Spear Bearer (Extraordinary)】!

Thanks to Mr. Qingquan Liuxiang for being the leader! Refill!

 (End of this chapter)

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