Thinking of this, Kurosawa became even more angry at the white-robed people around him.

He couldn't imagine how someone who was born as a human could be so ruthless as to treat others like animals.

"You look like humans, but you are no different from demons."

Kurosawa looked at the group of well-dressed men in white robes and sighed.

It seemed as if I had made some decision in my heart.

"Bold madman, today is the day of your death. I will make you the best gift to God."

The leading man in white robe said viciously.

Soon the lingering miasma gathered and entangled the skeleton elves who were pierced by the black swamp.

The skeletal elves that were originally dying glowed with green light, and after receiving the mysterious energy, their bodies recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Is this your confidence?"

Looking at the elf who had recovered to some extent, Kurosawa shook his head.

These skeleton elves are all of high-level strength. Facing a half-step master, he is vaguely invincible compared to the master. However, if the energy source continues to recover, it will be troublesome.

There are more white-robed cultists rushing here.

Thinking in his heart, Kurosawa summoned the dream demon who had placed the female agent, and summoned the crow user.

The wind moved, no, people moved.

Kurosawa disappeared on the spot.

In an instant, he passed through the many skeleton elves, bone dogs, bone tigers, bone leopards...

Arriving among the people in white robes.

"Aerial activation."

The people in white robes activated their guardian skills at the very beginning of the battle.

However, the sudden floating force threw them into the air. The irresistible physical imbalance caused fluctuations in the control of the guardian skills. The lightning blade seized the opportunity of the fluctuation and targeted the defense.

The golden lightning in Kurosawa's hand shuttled through the crowd like a sickle, and accompanied by panicked screams, the man in white robe quickly turned into a man in red robe.

"Ahhh!"

"Ah!"

Shouts one after another surrounded the venue.

Seeing this scene, the poor people with scars who were chained far away laughed even brighter.

Laughter, wailing, and crying intertwined together to form a strange song of sorrow.

Kurosawa's speed was so fast that even if the group of skeleton elves wanted to stop him, they were often too slow and could only follow him and watch him do whatever he wanted.

"That's enough, human being. Stop your cruelty. You first destroyed my ceremony, and now you are killing my devout believers. I see that you also have divinity in you, so I have more mercy on you. Don't push yourself too far!"

"

From nowhere, a loud voice came slowly again.

But Kurosawa did not stop his actions.

The elf who called himself Beau the Devourer seemed to be completely offended by his dismissive attitude and remained silent for a moment.

It made an angry noise.

"You brought it upon yourself."

As the words fell, the miasma in the entire forest was attracted by a huge gravitational force. The malicious emotional energy, as thick and deep as ink, condensed together, forming a dark cloud in the deepest part of the miasma.

Kurosawa waved a bolt of lightning, and the lightning that shot out like a thunder snake extended for tens of meters and struck into the dark clouds.

Lightning passed through and lit up the sky hundreds of meters away.

“Pray for God’s blessing!”

“Pray for God’s blessing!”

The remaining believers who were still struggling in panic now knelt down fervently and opened their hands.

The gathering dark clouds circled in the sky, and finally selected a strong man and poured them all in from above his head.

Kurosawa tried to disrupt this process, but before he could get close, he was pushed away by an invisible force.

In just one breath, the dark clouds completed their occupation of his body.

"Sure enough, as an evil spirit who can be worshiped by others, he still has some special methods." Kurosawa frowned.

The man opened his eyes and looked at Kurosawa.

How can I describe these eyes? They were deep, with pure malice without any concealment, as if they wanted to eat Kurosawa alive.

His breath was rising steadily, and countless gray-black hairs rushed out of his skeletal chest.

Devouring his body, bone marrow, and remaining flesh and blood.

"Kakaka——"

The body deforms rapidly, devouring everything around it, and actively throws itself into it, like other believers, skeleton elves, vegetation, and soil, all of which form part of its body.

He, or should I say, its body expanded rapidly, doubled several times, and finally formed a small mountain-like creature.

The body surface is also inlaid with many sternly glaring faces.

Super level!

It gives off a real super elf vibe.

"I'm going to eat your flesh raw, peel it off and cramp it!"

It seems that it is not happy. This state must be costly to it.

First of all, its body cannot arrive in a short time and can only come in this way. Judging from its many previous "good words", it is definitely unwilling to use this method unless it has no choice but to do so.

Means.

Kurosawa held his breath, as the super elf's substantive pressure inevitably made his breath thicken.

As an enemy, this was when he faced the Super Level in a real sense, and he was in a state of rage.

"You go and evacuate and resettle the others."

Kurosawa released the Zeus state and gave instructions to the elves.

There are many other victims here. When super elves fight, even the aftermath is not something they can bear.

After receiving the order, the Dream Demon and the Crow Envoy nodded, but the little Shining was a little unwilling to do so. Even though it was facing an enemy in the super stage, it still did not show any timidity. Instead, it seemed eager to try as it gradually approached this stage.

"Be obedient, there will be plenty of opportunities for you to appear in the future!"

Kurosawa knew that although the Little Shining was strong, it basically had no backhand ability against the Super Elf. The gap caused by such a large level was irreversible.

He set his sights on the ninth floor of the trial tower that was somehow connected to his existence.
Chapter completed!