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Chapter 639: All Killed

On the coast, Carter's incarnation of the Yamata-no-Orochi was wrapped around Saint Vochuli, like a ball of hemp rope tightly binding him.

Not only that, Saint Vochuli's three legs were also sealed in the mud, and as time passed, more and more of his body sank into the mud.

Ryan didn't just stand there and watch. He took on the role of the main attacker, and his dark iron fist left an afterimage.

It was obvious that their cooperation was effective. The two fangs of Saint Vochuli had been broken by Ryan, and there were many wounds of varying sizes on his body.

Although he was still using the black flame to repair his body, it was obvious that the speed of injury had exceeded the speed of healing. As long as Ryan and the others were given a few more days, it would not be a problem to beat him to death.

At this moment, Saint Wokuri suddenly received a signal in his mind, that is, Saint Nasujuro was dead!

"Go away!"

Saint Vochuli roared, and powerful sound waves burst out from in front of him. The terrifying domineering color distorted the space, and black and red lightning raged in the sky.

Unfortunately, he was only angry for a moment. Carter and Gaia still restrained him tightly, leaving him no chance to break free.

"You're going crazy again. Looks like Dad has succeeded. You're the last one left!"

As Ryan spoke, his hands did not stop moving. His dark iron fists kept hitting the thick flesh, making a bang bang bang sound.

"You untouchables, you are now blaspheming the spokesperson of God. Lord Yimu will definitely not let you go!"

"Oh!"

Ryan punched him on the head and said nonchalantly, "Let her try. This is the Kingdom of Adrian. We're waiting for her to come! Let her experience the same thing as you."

Saint Vochuli was furious. "Foolish! Lord Im's strength is beyond your imagination! One day you will pay for your foolishness!"

"Oh!"

Ryan punched Saint Vochuli on the head again, and the skin that had been flattened finally broke, and black blood spurted out.

"You're broken. Your mental quality is really low. Do you want me to call your mother Yim to comfort you?" Ryan said sarcastically.

"you!!!"

Saint Vochuli was now like a volcano about to erupt, his face flushed red.

On the one hand, it was because he had never been ridiculed like this before, and on the other hand, it was naturally because Ryan hit too hard.

Just as Ryan was doing his best to insult others, Zel and the Red Earl arrived.

Looking at Saint Vochuli who was tied up by Carter, restrained by Gaia, and constantly attacked by Ryan, the Red Earl couldn't help but say.

"Are all members of your Adrian family so violent?"

Zel shrugged, "Of course not. At least I'm very gentle and will send the enemy to their deaths."

Red Earl: "..."

Zel walked over to Saint Vochuli and looked at the big boar in front of him.

A day ago, Saint Wochuli was crippled by his own sword, which contained the power of faith. I didn't expect that he has almost recovered now. What a terrifying recovery ability.

Ryan noticed Zel coming and took the initiative to make way for Lina to take the best striking position.

If possible, he also wanted to send Saint Wochuli to the road directly, but it was obvious that his attack could not kill Saint Wochuli instantly, and he could only slowly wear down his skin.

When enemies meet, their eyes are filled with jealousy. Looking at Zel who killed his four colleagues, Saint Vochuli roared.

"Adrian Zell, how dare you? You actually dared to kill Satan and the others!"

Zel stared at him indifferently, his red eyes flashing dangerously.

"Why can't I kill? You high-handed, worthless guys can take other people's lives at will, so why can't I?"

"Of course not. We are the descendants of God. It would be an honor for you to be killed by us!"

"Really? That's ridiculous. He doesn't even know what he did wrong until he's about to die."

"What did I do wrong? Now I only blame myself for letting you go back then! If I had killed you then, there wouldn't be so many troubles now!"

As soon as these words came out, Zel's face turned completely cold.

Even after so much time had passed, he could not forget the devastated country and the heart-wrenching pain when he was just resurrected.

However, the instigator of all this had no remorse and even regarded their massacre as a reward.

"Isn't your skin very thick? Let me see how hard it is to kill the pig on the chopping board!"

"Bloodstained·Continuous Slash!"

Blood-red sword lights slashed out one after another. After a burst of sword light and blood shadow, hundreds of wounds appeared on Saint Wouchuri's body, and black blood flowed out.

Zel's swordsmanship was very strong, so he naturally avoided Carter's attacks, and accidental injuries were impossible.

"Ah! If you have the guts, let me go and let's have a fair fight." Saint Vochuli said angrily.

Zel said nothing, just kept swinging his sword.

"Ah! Do you think I'm afraid? I'm immortal, but you only have one life, and the Kingdom of Adrien only has one life!"

………………

"Come on, you ants, you bugs, you untouchables, you damned bastards! Come on! It doesn't hurt at all!"

Zell stopped and walked over to Saint Vochuli.

"Do you regret it? It's too late now!"

Saint Vochuli thought Zell regretted his actions, and his tone became arrogant again.

Zel gave him a strange look, shook his head, and took out a few bottles of purple potions from the system space.

"I haven't used it for so long, I almost forgot there was this good thing."

As he spoke, Zel opened a bottle of purple potion and poured it on Saint Wouchuri's wound.

In an instant, a deafening scream resounded through the sky.

"what!!!"

Even the Red Earl was frightened. There was nothing he could do. Strong men like them were no longer human. No matter how much pain they felt, it was impossible for them to let out a deafening howl like Saint Vochuli.

"The severe pain potion can increase a person's pain perception tenfold. I hope you enjoy it."

Zel smiled as he poured pain potions onto Saint Vochuli's body without paying. Although there was no cumulative effect, for a large player like him, pouring more was always a good idea.

Saint Vochuli's nerves had begun to go astray, and the severe pain caused hallucinations in his eyes. Zel, who was pouring the potion, looked like a complete devil, especially that faint smile, which made people shudder.

This torture lasted for a long time, until the sun set in the west. Saint Vochuli's eyes completely lost focus, and the black flames no longer healed his wounds, but burned his body.

Zel could have tortured Im for a long time, but he didn't. He didn't want Im to come to the Kingdom of Adrian.

Now that Saint Vochuli is dead and all the Five Elders have been killed, Im should be busy and have no time to trouble him.