Cthulhu Believers Sneak Into My House, and The San Value Goes Crazy

Chapter 524 Put All Your Eggs In One Basket And Reserve New Manpower! 【Subscribe】

The pollution on the body is several times more terrifying than what Judgment Soul Demon imagined.

Ext...

He is eager to end this battle as soon as possible.

Either win or escape.

Because the time left for him is running out.

I don't know how long it started.

Maybe it was a day ago, maybe a few hours ago, or just now...

For some reason, Judgment Soul Demon's sensitivity to time has dropped to freezing point.

That's because a lot of ramblings suddenly appeared in his mind.

Those voices, like knives, kept cutting his thoughts.

Under such circumstances, Judgment Soul Demon once suspected that those tentacles not only touched his body, but even his head and spirit were also corrupted by the other party.

But the situation has gotten so bad that this is the case, but Judgment Soul Demon chose to hide this secret.

He did not inform his teammates of his true situation.

Because he knows what kind of crazy existence his so-called 260 comrades in arms are.

They have no mercy, no kindness.

Each one is the ultimate egoist.

Once you let them know your secret, in the next second, you may be abandoned, or even strangled together, so as to avoid future troubles.

Therefore, there is only one path left in front of the soul demon judge.

That is to find a way to escape as soon as possible.

"We're under siege."

As the voice of the soul demon fell, beside him, holding a flute, a man who looked indistinguishable from a human being spoke.

hell poet.

The opponent is from Bator Purgatory.

The devil is wise, and the hell poet who has a human form is even more outstanding among the think tanks.

The other party is a (ciaj) existence transformed by countless evil souls.

Possess keen insight and hallucinogenic ability.

When the opponent blows the flute in his hand, everything around him will be covered by illusion.

The most frightening thing is that the hell poet can also change the time in the illusion.

That is to say...

It is obvious that only a moment has passed in the outside world, but in the illusion, it is possible that more than ten years or even decades have passed.

If it's just a simple life, apart from being boring, maybe there is no special harm.

D......

Just imagine, when the hell poet stretched out a torture for decades, what kind of terrible experience would it be?

Executioner, torturer, pathological butcher.

Hellpoets have many titles.

Compared to fighting head-on, he prefers to pull the enemy into an endless hallucination and make him suffer so much that the group will end the opponent's life.

For him, the wailing of those deceased before death is undoubtedly the most beautiful sound in the world.

The hell poet raised his head, if it wasn't for the infiltrating breath, it would have shrouded his head like wolf smoke.

There is no difference between the other party and a normal person.

"Weird, everything is so weird today!"

"We seemed to be in a trap from the start."

"Someone set it all up on purpose. The city is the bait, and we are the baited fish. Obviously, there are still people hanging out in corners we can't see."

"If we want to escape, we must find the behind-the-scenes person who sees everything."

"What are we going to do?"

A voice without emotion came from the side.

Compared with the Hell Poet with complete human facial features and appearance and the extremely fat Judgment Soul Demon, the god who is speaking at this moment is like a pure monster made up of different bodies and flesh and blood!

The nose, mouth, and eyes were all kneaded together.

The resulting impact on the field of vision, even Judgment Soul Demon, could not help but frown.

This is a bug.

A slug that likes to collect the remains of various body parts.

During the long process of putting together, the other party transformed himself into a humanoid life form.

But there are some problems with the other party's aesthetics.

As a result, the patched face exudes extreme ugliness and evil all the time.

The poison prison slug opened and closed its mouth on its neck, expressing its own point of view:

"In any case, we need to escape from here as quickly as possible."

"Let's get together a little bit, and we'll go to Okitasou!"

The proposal of the poisonous prison slug was immediately rejected by the poet of hell, who shook his head and said:

"The enemy's line of defense has been stabilized."

"It is simply impossible for us to escape!"

"Therefore, we need more helpers."

"I conservatively estimate that in order to break through the sky, a force comparable to ours needs at least...

"Five!".