Chapter 656 This spray is so high
The spiritual attributes of Elrod's followers were not very high. At the same time, after being infected by the [Rage Potion] forged as [Plague Potion] by Mo Cheng, as well as the subsequent blood sacrifice and long-term fighting, the spiritual attributes of Elrod's followers were reduced to a very low level.
This level of mental strength, as well as their own strength being lower than Mo Cheng's, made them unable to resist the invasion of [Nightmare].
Thus, under the control of the dream constructed by Mo Cheng, the Elrod believers in front of him began their most familiar behaviors.
Blood sacrifice!
But this time, the weapons in their hands were pointed at their companions.
Just as Mo Cheng did in [Strange Things in the Fishing Port], the killings of the followers of the blood sacrifice god Elrod will be regarded as sacrifices to Elrod, regardless of whether the people killed by the followers are also followers of Elrod.
The method is very old. After all, it was used once during the [Strange Incident at the Fishing Port]. It was also that time that allowed Saint Elrod to descend, which led to the splitting of the godhead.
But no matter how old the method is, as long as it is useful to Mo Cheng, it’s fine.
Moreover, he had used various methods to deduce a fact, that is, the God of Blood Sacrifice, Elrod, did not know how his godhood was split.
Similarly, Elrod did not know that Mo Cheng was the murderer who shattered his divinity.
What happened in the copy of [Strange Things in the Fishing Port] is known by Mo Cheng alone.
In other words, Mo Cheng can completely replicate the action in the copy of [Strange Things in the Fishing Port], let Elrod's followers sacrifice blood to each other, and force Elrod to descend as a saint.
Many of Elrod's followers raised their knives against their fellow followers, while the remaining barbarians, soldiers and nobles on the other side saw their opportunity, and immediately broke free from their restraints and fled .
Mo Cheng did not care about the fleeing remnants. The territories of those escaped nobles were all within the five cities he captured. Even if the Council of Nobles did not pursue the matter, the nobles who lost their territories had lost the chance to make a comeback.
Of course the most important thing is that Mo Cheng didn't have the mind to care about those barbarians and soldiers. His eyes were fixed on the shaman to prevent him from making any small moves.
Among Elrod's followers, only the shaman woke up quickly after being hit by Mo Cheng's [nightmare].
This is also because the opponent's mental attribute is not low, and Mo Cheng's [Nightmare] is only level one.
"Why bother? Wouldn't it be better to spend the rest of my life in a dream?"
Mo Cheng grinned, but that look didn't look like a smile at all, more like the embodiment of some evil thoughts and negative emotions, "At least the first half of the dream was a good dream."
"I can imagine how vicious that dream will be in the end. The dream you wove is not something that can help people spend their last moments."
No one knew what the Shaman saw after he was possessed by the [nightmare], which caused him to tightly hold the totem in his hand as soon as he emerged from the dream, and revealed obvious hostility.
Mo Cheng could see that the dream just now brought absolutely bad memories to the shaman.
Although the first half of "Nightmare" appears in the form of a sweet dream, the post-traumatic stress disorder is too strong.
It’s like the first half of Batman’s dream is that both his parents are alive, and one day the three of them happily go to see a Zorro movie together.
For Bruce Wayne, who lost his family, the fact that his parents are still alive and went to see the Zorro movie together is indeed a beautiful experience that can only be relived in dreams.
But if this dream lasts a little longer, it will turn into a nightmare.
So much so that if you mention the idea of a family of three going to the movies in front of Bruce, he would probably feel a little nervous.
"It's not a big difference, actually. Whether you die in a dream or in reality, you're going to die anyway."
Mo Cheng looked like he didn't care about it since he wasn't the one dying. He even asked confidently, "At least he died in a dream. At least the first half of your life was a good dream. Isn't that good?"
The response was an extremely sharp blood-red light. Mo Cheng frowned slightly, turned his head with a somewhat unhappy expression to avoid the attack.
There is a rare attribute in the blood sacrifice called [True Damage], which ignores armor and magic resistance. Although Mo Cheng feels that his health bar is thick enough, the shaman can bombard it all day without reducing it.
But the special nature of this thing made Mo Cheng not want to take it stupidly.
"Has anyone ever told you something?" The shaman priest was surrounded by the blood-filled spirits of his ancestors. "The way you speak is very annoying, dragon."
Mo Cheng appeared without any disguise, and the shaman naturally recognized the guy in the priest's robes in front of him. He was Andel's final and strongest power, the last dragon in the world.
In fact, anyone who is not isolated from the world basically knows what Mo Cheng's appearance looks like.
"They usually don't say that to me. They are more used to arguing with me and fighting with me at the same time."
Mo Cheng extended his right thumb and then turned it upside down. "But in the end, they still ended up lying on the ground and enduring my output. It's rare to see someone like you screaming before you've even finished a few words."
"You don't have a sensitive constitution, do you? Do you like to play with your god so much? Do you like to watch an old guy squirt?"
The words he said, combined with the movements of his hands, were undoubtedly full of sarcasm, and at the same time provided absolutely sufficient evidence for what Mo Cheng said.
So the shaman, like the countless opponents Mo Cheng had faced in the past, summoned the elemental spirits to wrap his whole body and launched a destructive .
Thunder, fire, storm, earth, the power of the four elements constantly collided and then exploded on the shaman's strong body, and the explosion provided the shaman with even more powerful power.
He swung the huge totem towards Mo Cheng. With the pure force, the totem pole was enough to leave an indelible mark on the mountain for thousands of years.
But the blow that was powerful enough to penetrate the mountain could not harm Mo Cheng's dragon scales.
The transparent energy dragon scales endured the horrific blow, but there was not even a ripple.
Before the shaman could be surprised or show any other expression, a fist hit him in the head, and it burst like a ripe watermelon in summer, and all the blood in his body spurted out through the hole in his neck.
The blood spurted like a fountain, and the height of the spray even exceeded twenty meters.
"See, I told you you were squirting hard."
After dealing with the shaman, Mo Cheng looked at the Elrod believers who were almost dead. At this time, the altar built by the believers was filled with tangible blood light, which continuously devoured the corpses on the ground.
Mo Cheng grinned, like a creature at the top of the food chain baring its teeth, "Long time no see, Elrod."
