Mystic Dominator

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"At this moment, please look into the deep valley.

The river of blood is in sight.

It boils and boils down criminals who are violently wounded.

what--!

Blind greed and mad rage,

drove them to commit such guilt in their short lives,

Now it is drenched in sorrow and suffering forever in scalding blood!

 …”

Ronald unhurriedly recited the poems in the "Divine Comedy", the words describing the **** scene, and so slowly echoed in front of the two of them.

immediately.

In the labyrinth of vines, the black mist that symbolized the power of 'Rage' disappeared.

Correspondingly, it is in this 'arena' that was opened up in the battle just now.

The black fog from the manifestation of the power of the blood river in hell.

Slowly emerged at Ronald's feet.

Snapped--

With a soft click, Ronald closed the pages of The Divine Comedy - Hell Chapter.

Patricia quietly stared at the man in front of her.

After he completed all these actions, the girl turned her attention to the "Original Code" in the opponent's hand.

"Ronald, is this...?"

Patricia saw that The Divine Comedy was an original.

But she did not choose to point it out directly, but waited for Ronald's answer.

Hearing the meaning in Patricia's tone, Ronald smiled generously:

"As you can see, this is the original text I use."

while talking.

Ronald stomped lightly.

The black mist that was originally crawling under his feet, instantly drilled into the surrounding vines like an arrow from the string.

Honestly, this combat environment was perfect for him.

- a dark night.

- Sophisticated plant shadows.

- The walls of vines everywhere.

The black mist formed by the power of 'rape' is extremely difficult to find lurking in these environments.

And can launch a sudden attack on the enemy at any time.

"..."

Silence for a few seconds.

Patricia's expression was not too serious, and the topic did not focus on the original in Ronald's hands:

"Honestly."

"What I'm more curious about now is the tone of voice when you chanted the spell just now."

"In my impression, only a few people can cast spells in such a posture."

"..."

Could it be smooth...

With a shy smile, Ronald stared at Patricia and explained:

"That's the tone of my hometown dialect."

"It can only be said that it is more suitable."

Patricia accepted Ronald's words while turning her eyes to the darkness in the distance.

That's the direction the two investigators are laying the trap.

"So next, are you going to use this kind of thing to solve the enemy?"

"That's right." Ronald admitted directly, "The spell I'm using now is the type used for combat, and it won't be a big problem to solve these cult warlocks."

"..."

Patricia glanced over, her tone a little tangled:

"Emotional spells you've been using..."

"None of the fighting type?"

Ronald replied:

"The main focus is on detection capabilities."

"..."

Patricia blinked with a cute expression, and finally couldn't help but laughed:

"Ha ha--"

"It's a shame you can't stand it."

"Now, any guy with a bit of ability can't wait to let others know what he is capable of, and then take the opportunity to become a member of the upper echelons of society."

"I thought people like you could only be seen in fairy tales!"

"..."

Ronald scratched his hair:

"It's not that exaggerated, is it?"

"Actually, I just want to do what I want to do."

Patricia recognized her eyes, but said in a disappointed tone:

"Do what you want to do."

"It's a great idea of ​​life..."

After a few short conversations, the conversation between the two took only a little over two minutes.

Soon.

The two investigators, Spencer and Kate, retreated from the maze of vines. Looking at their now stable faces, the traps in the plant maze have at least been laid out.

Looking at each other, the investigators fell into absolute silence.

Everyone is listening intently to see if there is any movement in the direction of the cult warlock.

Even Ronald is no exception.

After all, the power of "The Divine Comedy" switched from "rage" to "rape", and Ronald's ability to perceive human emotions also disappeared, so he could only detect changes around him according to his normal sensory ability, just like everyone else.

boom -

Suddenly, a relatively obvious explosion sounded from the plant maze in the distance.

Spencer and Kate looked at each other immediately, and immediately determined that this was the trap they set was triggered.

"Prepare......"

"open!"

In an instant, the two investigators launched the prepared technique in unison.

boom boom-

with their movements.

From the grapevine labyrinth in the distance, there was an even denser explosion.

With Ronald's excellent hearing, he could even discern the human howls mixed in the explosion.

The traps set up by the two investigators obviously achieved good results.

"..."

"......"

Time passed little by little.

But after the explosion just now ended, the plant maze ahead became quiet. There was no movement from the cult warlock to move on, and no other trap-triggered reaction.

The vineyards under the night are strangely quiet.

In the continuous silence, the atmosphere on the investigator's side quickly subsided.

Everyone could vaguely feel that something ominous was brewing in the dark air in the distance ~www.wuxiamtl.com~.

At this time, Spencer spoke:

"Everyone, be careful, something doesn't seem right."

He was certain that the trap he had set did cause trouble for the cult warlocks.

But at the same time, this group of enemies may also be creating new troubles.

boom--

Suddenly, the four of them felt a slight tremor on the ground under their feet.

bang bang-

bang bang bang-

The vibration from the ground is getting faster and faster.

What followed immediately was the rather terrifying sound of plants being torn apart!

This feeling......

It was as if a giant was walking out of the vineyard.

The four of them looked at each other and saw the solemnity in each other's eyes.

What the **** did the cultists do?

Soon, all the mysteries were solved.

In the dark night, a **** monster walked out of the vineyard.

The flesh of many cult warlocks twisted and twisted into a ball.

Limbs and flesh were twisted and connected, and rotting flesh and green pus became the joints between their bodies.

Ronald could vaguely distinguish this flesh-and-blood monster, which was formed by the bodies of eleven cult warlocks, and finally formed a huge flesh-and-blood sphere.

In the gap between the flesh and blood, the figure of the cult warlock leader was hidden in the flesh ball.

At the moment when his eyes turned to Ronald and the others.

His expression became bitter and fierce.

boom--

I saw this monster stitched together with flesh and blood, stretched out a tentacle and smashed heavily on the ground, and it moved in the direction of Ronald and others.

There is no need to say more about this situation.

It's time for a decisive battle!