Chapter 69 Thomas suddenly knocked the capsule hidden between his teeth, and the bitter liquid flowed into his throat, and his eyes suddenly turned red.
His speed and strength also suddenly increased. He held two sharp knives in his hands and circled around the zombie king like a ghost. His hands were so fast that afterimages almost appeared.
In the blink of an eye, he had stabbed nearly a hundred times all over the Zombie King's body.
The vampire who was executed like this last time was reduced to ashes before he could scream.
He let out a long breath, and the moisture in the water sprayed onto the Zombie King's face, causing the latter's eyes to open suddenly.
The Zombie King raised his hand, and in just a moment, Thomas felt all the blood in his body being sucked out by a suction force. He even caught a glimpse of the blood mist on his body from the corner of his eye! Unable to break free, Thomas turned his attention to the priest and the gray-robed mage, but both of them were seriously injured at this time.
Especially the priest. His whole body was almost like his cross weighing several hundred kilograms. It was about to be broken into two parts starting from the waist. The blood all over his body soaked his black clothes into amber.
The most frightening thing is that the broken half of the cross is stuck in his chest and abdomen. It seems that the zombie king has a very deep resentment towards the priest, and for a while he doesn't want him to die so happily.
The gray-robed mage also lost one of his hands, and half of his body looked like a dry tree. It had obviously been sucked dry, and he was lying on the ground breathing heavily.
It was obvious that he was just hanging on there with half his life left.
"You sullen-faced bastard!"
When Thomas saw this, he already knew that there was no possibility of escaping. He groaned in despair and inserted two sharp knives into the zombie's ribs.
At the same time, no trace of flesh and blood could be seen on his face, only the smooth frame was left, and the rest of the words were left in his throat, whirring out.
"Grandpa! Do you allow such a monster to stay in this world?"
The priest said and spit out another mouthful of blood.
"What are you arguing about! Horner, I have already told you that your uncle is of no use. If we really want to make that monster suffer, we have to rely on ourselves!"
The gray-robed mage opened his mouth, and then groaned as if in pain. Several gray shadows came out of his mouth, eyes and nostrils.
Those were the souls of three children. Immediately afterwards, even the soul of the gray-robed mage himself came out of his shell and floated blankly in the air.
"Todd, you actually use yourself as firewood!"
The soul of the gray-robed mage seemed to hear the call and glanced at the priest without any emotion, then turned to the zombie king.
With an angry shout, the souls of the three children merged with Todd and became larger, and then the souls burned with raging flames, gray and blue.
The souls appeared on the ground in a physical form. It seems that the souls of the three babies before were also refined by the gray-robed mage in a special way. They were not ordinary ghosts.
The Zombie King seemed to be attracted by the strong resentment. He turned around and let out a provocative breath.
The soul was immediately angered and rushed forward, fighting with the zombies.
Father Horner has lived for most of his life. Even in the dungeon of the Inquisition, he has never seen such a cruel and weird scene. He couldn't help but froze in place, forgetting to cover the wound tightly, which made him unable to survive. Hang up so quickly.
This should be the sharp and vicious killing move of the gray-robed mage. At the cost of burning his own soul, he vowed to take the zombie king into hell with him.
But the dead soul, which made people's hair stand on end just by looking at it, didn't even survive a few moments in front of the Zombie King before falling into a disadvantage.
With the sound of a piece of cloth being torn open, the soul was torn in half and disappeared in the roar of the zombie king.
After dealing with the two demon hunters, the zombie king flew back to the priest in the blink of an eye.
Almost pressing its face against his, the zombie exhaled cold air from its nostrils and mouth and hit the priest's face, making the latter feel burning pain on his face.
Somehow the priest remembered the old time at Bari's that time, the upper class people attending the meeting, including priests, nobles, apostles, and ladies, were all like that. They walked leisurely among the piles of food with their knives and forks, not moving the forks in a hurry, and chatting and laughing from time to time.
Just as the Zombie King was looking at him "elegantly" at this moment, as if he was wondering where to start.
"The kingdom of heaven is near..."
The priest looked above his head, and saw wisps of light leaking through the gaps in the iron roof, but not reaching the ground.
He was in despair, sighing in his heart that this life was like light, struggling in the darkness for a long time but unable to get out.
The iron sheet of the roof suddenly shook, and then a depression the size of a footprint appeared.
The priest was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had seen it wrong, but with a soft sound, another depression appeared.
Even the Zombie King was attracted by the noise and looked up at the roof of the shed.
At this time, someone shouted, and the iron sheet fell down with a bang.
The two men held swords in one hand and talismans in the other. They fell from the sky and headed straight for the Zombie King!
"Who are you two!"
The priest shouted the question on behalf of the Zombie King.
"Maoshan Taoist!"
Yin Xiu and Uncle Ming shouted at the same time, and the talisman flew out, exploding two balls of fire on the Zombie King's chest.
Then, he kicked the Zombie King in the chest with both feet, kicking the Zombie King back two or three steps and roared unwillingly.
It obviously recognized Uncle Ming and Yin Xiu, and after being stunned for a moment, it reached out to grab one of them.
This time it was greeted with chicken blood and glutinous rice, and the zombie king was sprinkled all over his head and face.
"Ink bucket line!"
Uncle Ming and Yin Xiu ran to both sides of the Zombie King at the same time, throwing the ball of ink thread in their hands, and the exchange was completed in the blink of an eye, forming a tight net, trapping the Zombie King in the middle.
The Zombie King was blinded by a set of combos. Only then did he react. Knowing that Uncle Ming was not that easy to deal with, he opened his mouth to suck Yin Xiu's blood from the air.
As soon as it turned its head, Yin Xiu felt her scalp numb and her face hot! Yin Xiu immediately squatted down. As soon as he lowered his body, a turbid air rushed across Yin Xiu's back, burning holes in his clothes.
Seeing this, Uncle Ming stepped on the Zombie King's body, and then pulled with his strength. The Zombie King's head was immediately pulled straight towards the ceiling.
Yin Xiu took the opportunity to stick another talisman paper on the zombie's armpit.
"Tai Shang Lao Jun is in a hurry like a decree, decree!"
The zombie king was infected by the thunder and fire, and immediately went crazy. He burst out with huge force and threw Yin Xiu and Uncle Ming out at once.
After the two landed, they stood still and exchanged a look. They both knew that this zombie king was indeed easier to deal with at noon.
The priest was still where he was. Seeing how brave the two men were, he couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood.
"If I had known that you Taoist priests were so fierce, I would have subcontracted this order to you."
(End of this chapter)