bayedsolid Chapter 1093 A better choice
Chapter 1093 A better choice
"Tch..."
Muraki snorted coldly.
He stuck his katana upside down between the gnarled tree roots, then gripped his left arm tightly with his right hand.
"Puff! Puff! Puff!"
"Crack!!!"
A sickeningly loud tearing sound of flesh and bone ripping apart rang out! He had actually used the brute force of his right hand to completely rip off that severed arm, which was only connected by skin and flesh and had already been pierced by vine roots! The broken bone was exposed in a gruesome manner, and a large spray of warm blood mist sprayed onto the charred vines and burning leaves!
"Heh, that's quite decisive," said the Wood Spirit Priest.
Despite the excruciating pain, Muraki threw away his left arm and immediately made a hand seal with one hand while rapidly chanting incantations.
The spectral image of the Hydra reappeared behind him.
The three-headed snake, which had been severed, reappeared as the malevolent energy gathered.
The nine ferocious snake heads simultaneously opened their blood-red maws, not to spew venom, but to gush forth thick, highly compressed swamp gas miasma! This miasma, carrying a pungent stench, instantly spread throughout the area!
At the same time, Muraki finished chanting the incantation and, together with Hydra, unleashed a combined attack:
"Darkborn - Sunfire Technique!"
"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom—!!!"
A jet-black flame, like a demonic sun rising from the abyss, erupted from Muraki's palm! This malevolent black flame, upon contact with the highly concentrated marsh gas—
An earth-shattering explosion occurred!
When the flames came into contact with the high concentration of methane gas, they instantly unleashed an incredibly powerful burst of energy!
A blinding light engulfed everything! The raging shockwave, like a raging sea, instantly tore the burning vines and scorched trees surrounding the village tree to dust! The entire underground forest dome, constructed of divine power, trembled violently in this devastating explosion. Countless burning wood chips rained down like fire, and the sea of fire spread at an alarming speed, greedily licking every inch of the wooden structure!
The raging flames almost engulfed the entire forest in a sea of fire!
The Wood Spirit Priest's eyes flickered, a green light flashed beneath his feet, and his figure rapidly retreated, narrowly avoiding the core impact of the explosion.
His plant-like giant hand, which was over fifty meters long, retracted like a tide, turning into streaks of green light and disappearing into the wide sleeves of his divine robe.
"You're quite ruthless to yourself." The Wood Spirit Priest steadied himself and looked contemptuously at Muraki at the edge of the sea of fire. "Too bad, you didn't think you'd be alright just because you lost an arm, did you?"
Muraki frowned slightly, then noticed that the bleeding wound on his left shoulder had stopped. However, instead of new flesh growing from the mangled surface, there was... a chilling hint of green! Countless tiny spores were germinating and expanding at a visible speed, and the emerald green sprouts writhed like living things, stubbornly pushing their way out from the gaps in the broken bone and flesh!
"A parasitic seed has already taken over your body. The seed is planted, and using your flesh and blood as soil, the plant will continue to grow. So what if you break your own arm?"
The Wood Spirit Priest sneered, "This is the terrifying aspect of Wood Spirit divine power!"
"..."
"Give up? Why not just surrender as soon as possible!"
"..."
Muraki did not respond.
His expression was hidden beneath the cold, hydra mask.
He gave a cold snort and slowly raised his head to look at the Wood Spirit Priest: "Is that so?"
"...!"
The Wood Spirit Priest's cold smile suddenly froze!
His face turned extremely pale, and an indescribable numbness and excruciating pain swept through his body without warning! He groaned, his body swayed violently, as if all his strength had been drained in an instant, and he fell heavily to his knees with a thud!
what happened! ?
He looked at his hands.
The purple toxin spread from his palm throughout his body.
It's hydra venom!?
But... when was that?
He was prepared for the toxins he had just soaked in the Bone Rot Swamp, and he should have already isolated them with his wood-attribute divine power!
In the battle just now, Muraki did not use any poison-based skills to attack, and did not even have a chance to touch him!
How did he poison her?
In a flash, the Wood Spirit Priest seemed to realize something. He looked at the sleeve of his divine robe and saw a small purple-scaled venomous snake hiding in his sleeve, coiling around his arm. Its fangs were biting his arm, but he felt no pain at all!
snake?!
When did she climb on top of him?!
"Your plant giant hand just now grabbed my left arm." A cold, hard voice sounded from behind Muraki's mask: "Unfortunately, I let you grab it on purpose. My little purple-scaled snake just happened to crawl into the vines and roots of your plant hand. Your densely entwined plant arm is like a small forest, which is the perfect hiding place for it."
"Hehehehehehehe..."
The ethereal phantom of the nine-headed serpent Xiangliu twisted and screech wildly behind Muraki, its voice filled with the cruelty and mockery of an ancient beast.
"Wood Spirit Priest, you have greatly underestimated the power of the ancient ferocious beast! Wood-type divine power is most adept at using poison, but as a wood-type life form, you are also most afraid of poison!"
"Uh... guh..."
The wood spirit priest emitted strange, hoarse sounds, unable to speak. His body, constructed from pure wood-elemental divine power, was withering and decaying at a visible rate! His skin lost its luster, becoming like cracked tree bark; his emerald green hair rapidly turned yellow and fell out; the life force within him seemed to be swallowed by a black hole, rapidly draining away...
"Oh!"
Finally, he collapsed completely.
As the creator fell, the magnificent underground forest began to tremble violently. The giant trees supporting the dome groaned under the strain, vines snapped, green leaves turned to ash, and the entire space rapidly disintegrated and vanished like a shattered dream.
Muraki, carrying the knife in one hand, slowly approached him.
"I lost an arm to prepare this feast for you," Muraki said coldly.
"Hehehe, don't say that." The phantom of the Hydra Xiangliu coiled around his shoulder and whispered sinisterly, "With such advanced technology in your era, why not just install some mechanical arm or bionic arm? It might even be more useful than the original arm."
“A mechanical arm is meaningless to me.” Muraki paused, looked at the Wood Spirit Priest on the ground, and said, “However, I think I have thought of a better option.”