blueteamnovel Chapter 137 Bloody Day
Chapter 137 Bloody Day
Under the instigation of the cultist lecturer, the cultists present began to hum along according to the rhythm of the music score.
Hundreds of people sang a rhythm together, and the strange melody of the dark sonata immediately lingered in the entire village.
Under the chants of a group of cultists, this dark sonata was far more terrifying than the last time Bai Ye encountered it.
The moment this group of cultists started singing this dark sonata, a strange fishy wind suddenly blew through the entire village.
The smell of blood permeated the entire place.
This group of cultists who participated in the chorus noticed something strange about their bodies the moment they started singing.
Along with the rhythm played by this dark sonata, their bodies are twisting and deforming.
Their bodies at this moment were like plasticine, being twisted and folded by an invisible force.
Among them, some limbs will be twisted into twists and bones and flesh will be twisted to the melody of the dark sonata.
Their limbs were torn off on the spot, with blood splattering everywhere.
Although their spirits were intact, they felt no pain at all.
Seeing the miserable condition of their companions around them, this group of cultists couldn't stop singing the chorus even if they wanted to.
Because they discovered to their horror that they could no longer control their mouths at this moment, and their vocal cords no longer belonged to them.
As the Dark Sonata continued, more terrifying changes began to appear on their bodies.
The skin on their bodies is like a banana peel, slipping away quietly, revealing the plump muscle tissue and fat beneath the skin.
Even after removing the skin from their bodies, these cultists still couldn't stop chanting.
Seeing the horrific scene in front of him, Bai Ye's heart sank.
Because just now, he almost couldn't hold it back and started singing along with these cultists.
At this moment, the scene that appeared in front of Bai Ye's eyes was not an exaggeration to describe it as hell on earth.
This group of cultists is obviously hopeless.
That dark sonata is like a nuclear explosion button. Once you sing it, there is no hope of survival.
The most outrageous thing is that as the cultists sang in groups, the cultist bishop who wanted to take advantage of the chaos to escape unexpectedly sang the dark sonata along with him.
When the cultist lecturer sang the first line, he reacted.
But it was too late.
Under the influence of the chorus of dark sonatas around him, even if his strength reached the fifth level, he could not stop his voice.
In desperation, the cultist bishop suddenly raised his arm and grabbed his throat.
The sharp claws penetrated his throat, and with one blow, he actually ripped out his throat and vocal cords.
A huge blood hole suddenly appeared on his neck and throat, dripping with blood.
Although it looks painful, the effect of this move is indeed significant.
After one move, the cultist's lecturer really stopped singing the dark sonata.
Because the vitality of the fifth-level powerhouse has reached a level far beyond that of ordinary people, this cultist lecturer did not die even after suffering such a severe injury.
He looked at the crazy cultists around him, raised his feet and wanted to leave.
But just when he wanted to escape, a wooden thorn suddenly penetrated his heart and stabbed out of his chest.
The cultist lecturer looked at the wooden thorn on his chest, eyes glaring, but unable to make any sound.
After all, his vocal cords had been dug out by himself a long time ago.
The moment the wooden thorn pierces the chest, Ji Ling Cutting Technique starts immediately.
Countless fine wooden thorns were like steel wire balls, wandering through the body of the cultist lecturer, completely destroying his internal organs.
The spiritual power in his body was drained and he also suffered this fatal injury. Even if he was a fifth-level ability user, he was unable to Revolving Heaven.
The cultist lecturer tilted his head and fell to the ground.
(Ding, Host kills a fifth-level strongman and gets kill value x550!)
Bai Ye looked at the cultist lecturer who fell to the ground in front of him, his face expressionless.
Still want to run? Have you asked me?
Bai Ye looked at the cultists who continued to go crazy around him, clapped his hands together, and the Wood Style came to life instantly.
Under the influence of the advent of the Wood World, the terrain of the entire village was completely changed, turning into a huge virgin forest.
Bai Ye could sense that if these cultists were allowed to continue chanting, something even more unfortunate would definitely happen.
Therefore, Shiro Yoruichi must crush them all into dust before that happens!
The moment the tree world arrived, countless wooden stakes rose up, entangling each non-human-shaped cultist, and the spiritual cuttings were sent out immediately.
The bodies of hundreds of cultists were simultaneously pierced into a hornet's nest at this moment.
A large amount of spiritual power absorbed by Wood Style continuously fed back to Bai Ye, causing the spiritual power in Bai Ye's body to instantly return to its peak state, and it was still rising, increasing Bai Ye's spiritual level and the total amount of spiritual power in his body.
These cultists who chanted the dark sonata were completely unable to control their bodies at this moment. They allowed Bai Ye to use Wood Style to pierce and absorb spirits, but they still could not stop singing in their mouths.
Even if all they have left is a head, they can still produce a faint melody.
Under the influence of Dark Sonata, they can no longer even be called humans, they have become undead monsters.
After seeing how terrifying they were, Bai Ye became distraught and simply crushed their bodies and heads into mincemeat!
With the help of the continuous supply of spiritual power in the body, Bai Ye's thoughts stirred up, and two huge wooden dragons appeared on the ground.
At this moment, three wooden dragons were already coiled on the battlefield.
Under Bai Ye's command, the three wooden dragons were like rolling pins, crushing the cultists in a circular motion.
Under Bai Ye's attack, the skulls of these cultists were rolled into flat surfaces, stuck to the ground, flat, and could no longer make any sound.
Under this continuous crushing, the color of the three wooden dragons summoned by Bai Ye changed from dark green to dark red, Bloodline Madara Madara, with broken bones and flesh all over their bodies.
Just when Bai Ye thought the matter was about to end, a giant sacrificial magic circle suddenly flashed beneath the entire village.
Under Bai Ye's shocked eyes, the blood and flesh that those cultists turned into were gathered together and condensed in the center of the formation.
The moment the formation appeared, Bai Ye felt that the sky in the entire town seemed to have become much darker.
The blazing sun in the sky dimmed and turned into a red color like blood, illuminating the entire earth in scarlet.