Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me ~

"The body is the cage of the mind, the cage of the world's body, madness is restrained, desire is suppressed."

Bruce's stubby wolf kiss was oozing blood constantly, trembling slightly. Occasionally, a drop or two of black blood would drip from the hard wolf tip with the vibration of the sound, hitting the black and gray snow. , is not flowing.

Cannonballs and fireballs roared across the sky, smashing and smashing the gorgeous bell tower, severely wounded soldiers, and farther away, the punisher of the Church of the Storm was roaring and shouting for the friendly troops, pulling two children and one wounded soldier away with the wind and waves. The red and black tide that the Feysac people gradually pressed.

Just when an orange-red fireball was about to hit one of the children, Bruce Walker, who had fallen into the crater clutching his wound, suddenly used all fours, dragging a steel plate he didn't know where he had picked it up. With the power of his rotation, Ignoring the further cracking of the waist wound, he waved his abnormally long arms and threw the steel plate at the fireball in mid-air.

Boom!

The orange fireworks exploded, and the violent heat wave scorched Bruce's dark gray fur, pushing him and rolling towards the Punisher members who were about to release lightning.

The bearded punisher looked nervously at the ugly werewolf who was thrown into the air and then smashed in front of him, his tensed arms almost blasting out the barely condensed thunder.

He stared nervously at the billowing smoke from the fireball, and at the werewolf lying on the road quivering.

The werewolf's dark brown nose suddenly trembled, and he leaned his face towards the child beside the punisher.

One of the two children was dripping with bright red blood on his knee, and his linen trousers had a big hole, revealing the pale skin inside.

"I almost made a mistake..." Bruce propped himself up on the ground and staggered to his feet, ignoring the terrified eyes of the two children in front of him, rubbing the intestines that fell outside his waist a few times, and stuffed it inside Inside the wound, he pressed violently.

After watching the whole process, the punisher who caught a glimpse of Bruce's abdominal wound suddenly became more frightened in his eyes. With his hands violently, he grabbed the two children, and instantly retreated a dozen meters under the gust of wind, even if the two children. Because the gust of wind was so violent, the howling didn't stop, and it was decisive and decisive.

Who would have thought that one day I would fight for the people of Loen... Bruce spit out the blood in his mouth, and under the guidance of spiritual intuition, he turned around slowly, the corners of his mouth evoked a cruel and self-deprecating smile, The left hand pierced the unhealed skin of the abdomen and twisted it.

He watched Feysac's steel front slowly advance in a tight and orderly manner, which reminded him of everything he saw in the Southern Continent.

The combination of steam rifles and 'warrior' iron walls, brown broken limbs and kapok woven from broken rods.

This kind of formation is called the meat grinder on the Xingxing Plateau, and it is the most unforgettable nightmare of the local resistance army, far superior to Intis' arc formation and Loen's mounted cavalry.

Of course, in the long-standing colonial resistance, some extremist groups have also found ways to confront them.

"The Mother Tree of Desire, the roarer of eternity," Bruce, with his eyes closed, took a deep breath, the muscles in his limbs exploded, and he lost the things that had bound him, "Great God of Despair, I pray for your come!"

"Body is mind..." He felt another will that kept growing in his mind. With only the obsession in his heart, he grew his mouth, but it was no longer possible to highlight meaningful syllables, the roar of the beast. Instead of language, Bruce's eyes became cloudy, and countless bloodshots instantly occupied his eyes.

The limbs of this irrational werewolf suddenly swelled, and baby faces emerged from the fur. .

He ran uncoordinated, and the "crimson" overflowing from his body was full of near-substance, blocking heavy artillery shells, and the sharp flame spear, although it was damaged, it kept squirming and repairing the flesh. His slender body ran unstoppably towards the two "fighters" closest to him.

He opened his salivguzzling mouth, his long and short fangs quickly closed, and he directly removed the arm of a Feysac Colonel. He tried his best to rush deeper into the crowd, ignoring the weapon that was stuck in his bones.

Just when he was about to sacrifice his flesh so that the great God of Despair could lower more power, his abdomen filled with bright red sarcoid swelled violently, and blazing hot light burst out from it.

In the fireworks of flesh and blood, Feysac's proudest steel front fled in all directions, and the demigod who had just arrived in the distance was forced to clean up his subordinates.

He used the explosives that had been hidden in his stomach for a long time to spread the pollution of the "mother tree of desire" on his body in the form of explosions!

This moderator, at the end of his life, failed to hold on to his suppressed desires. His hatred was madly used, and he vented ruthlessly to dozens of ordinary families in Feysac, taking away other people's husbands, sons, Or dad.

But what about the people in the Southern Continent, what took them all away?

Bruce Walker, a Loen man, a lost Temperance believer, a demolition expert, and a man who remained in the battle of Backlund forever.

Chapter end