But there are always lucky ones, who will survive the sudden death stage, or lose control and become disgusting monsters, or directly pass through several sequences and become strong, or due to the mixture of different path characteristics, become a madman with twisted evil abilities.
No matter which one, it is quite dangerous.
Klein’s eyes moved down from the face of the surviving priest to his bulging belly like that of a pregnant woman.
It was swelling and contracting powerfully, as if there was a huge heart.
In the ruins that are filled with sea water and half integrated into the spiritual world, Klein wearing black full-body armor stands beside the door of the central hall. Inside are the giant blue snakes that were being eaten and the old priest with a bulging belly. \
The latter’s skin was gray and seemed to have been dried for a long time. His eyes were shining with blue light, and he was staring at the “visitor” wearing a dark crown, as if he was thinking about where to start.
Without hesitation or hesitation, Klein reached into his body with his right hand and took out a brown translucent vial.
Then, he stretched his left palm forward, quickly unscrewed the cap, and with a casual flick, he threw the “biological toxin bottle” into the corner of the hall.
The environment here is halfway under the sea. Except for the “holy fire” that burns undead and evil, no flames can exist, which limits the two important abilities of Klein’s “magician” sequence. Therefore, he can only Take advantage of other advantages from the beginning.
At the same time as he threw the “biological toxin bottle”, Klein’s left glove quickly became bright, as if it was reflecting the direct sunlight at noon.
Around him, the sloshing seawater was dyed golden, spreading out layer by layer.
This is the ability of the “Priest of Light” in “Creeping Hunger”, “Purifying Aura”
The old priest who ate part of the body of “Poseidon” Kavituwa was certainly not civilized and polite. He looked at Klein making preparations for the battle in a chivalrous manner. The blue light in his eyes suddenly became brighter, and his bulging abdomen became taller again. A lot.
“Woo”
An ethereal but shrill voice came out of his body, covering the entire ruins in an instant.
This voice is like the soul of a nightingale singing. It is both beautiful and sweet, gentle and quiet, but also cold and biting, penetrating the soul.
Klein froze on the spot, and all his thoughts were frozen in his mind like a wave of extreme cold.
The body of the old priest swelled instantly, like a resurrected Kavitua or a giant from myths and legends.
Under his torn robe, green-blue greasy tentacles swished out. They were surrounded by silver lightning, and they quickly reached out, danced in the air, and struck at Klein, who was standing there.
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With a burst of silvery white, Klein flew backwards and fell heavily at the door. The black armor on his body s