Chapter 540 Eyeball

There are usually two types of cults. One imitates the structure of many orthodox churches, has a fixed belief orientation, and has a structure and class stratification in the usual sense. This is not necessarily a manifestation of order. Many followers of the Abyss Demon Lord also follow this path.

The other is like an infectious disease imposed on the world for no reason, composed of people who are fanatically devoted to the mutant demons or evil demon overlords. Chaos and madness are the most commonly used words to describe them. These organizations have a strange connection with their dark masters. Even sects serving the same master will not regard each other as allies. Instead, they are more likely to fight to the death because of conflicting plans.

The Gray Ruins Dragon Society is an even more twisted group. In short, it is a repeated superposition and mixture of the above two structures, with a large number of errors and redundancies to cover up the true belief orientation of the core members.

In the eyes of the world, this is a mysterious sect that acts low-key and secretive, and it is not even certain whether it should be classified as a cult. Inside, a large number of peripheral members who are crazy because of following different paths attack and kill each other, and the so-called "core members" are not much different from them.

However, beneath these appearances, there is a group of fanatical cultists who follow a certain dragon lich. Under the influence of that powerful being, they hide extremely successfully and even deceive those lords and masters who pretend to be loyal. When they are in desperate situations, they can even use various means to obtain the full support of those deceived lords!

These two people in front of them are like this!

"Is this possible?!" Sylvia looked at the filth demon in amazement, "Are all the people in the abyss a group of brainless idiots?"

"Some are indeed," if the filth demon has a mouth structure similar to that of humans, she would probably twitch her mouth, "In that chaotic place, many creatures are indeed brainless, in various senses."

"But others... I can't touch that level, but I think they should know."

"They just let their power be stolen?!"

"They don't care."

Some beings give power to the world in order to spread love and justice in the world, some beings lend power to mortals for some conspiracy or transaction, and some beings throw power into the material world... They just want to see killing.

As for who kills whom, where, when, and how many are killed, those are trivial matters.

"Really..." Sera spit out a curse, "No wonder you want to 'abandon the dark and join the dark' and go to hell!"

"My choice has nothing to do with this, I'm just stating the facts," the foul demon intercepted another chaotic energy ray, "Let's talk about these later, how to defeat them now?! I don't have any power!"

"It doesn't matter, I have." Ron said quickly, and at the same time, his fingers outlined several complicated runes in the air - that was the result of Gillianis and Elden's improvement on the basis of the ash rune, which could prevent those powers from being directed to other worlds, thus causing unnecessary trouble.

The price is that the power of these runes will be weakened a lot, and the casting process will be more troublesome.

"Thunderbolt!" As the last stroke fell, a brilliant lightning flashed in Ron's eyes. The lightning in the spiritual world turned into substance, attracting the arcane energy in the natural environment to fall to the ground, and smashed straight into Wright's head, which no longer had eyes.

Above the head covered with blood and other unknown organizations, the shadow of a black dragon flashed and disappeared, and after a little resistance, it was shattered into a piece of flying ash, followed by Wright's former head and part of his torso.

"Success, good job!" Driver's voice sounded loudly from a distance, "Ron, do it again!"

The armed amethyst-colored arm turned into an enchanted blade and slashed to the side, splitting a filthy arcane that was tracking like a magic missile. Ron had no time to care about Marda, who was quickly stopped by other companions, and stared closely at the cultist who had been severely injured "theoretically".

Only in theory. After all, normal people have nothing in their eye sockets, and it is difficult for them to show such fierce aggression after their hands become giant eyeballs.

And now, even though the "object" has been almost split into a "concave" shape by lightning, the entire head has disappeared, and a large part of the chest cavity has also disappeared, he still stands there with a charred body, but just temporarily stops attacking.

Dead? No? Resurrection? Self-healing? Proliferation? One thought after another flashed through Ron's mind, and the weaving preface that no longer materialized was running to the extreme, presetting all targeted preset plans for him in advance.

But it didn't, nothing happened. "Wright" neither fell nor started to move, and the tentacles that seemed endless before all stopped moving, as if its previous growth was all imaginary bubbles.

He, or it should be said that it, did not change the wound surface that was carbonized by lightning, and everything seemed to be stagnant.

"What's going on?" Ron frowned. He carefully took out several bottles of alchemical potions from his backpack. They were dosage forms that would not be mass-produced or sold. They greatly enhanced Ron's own abilities. Although the side effects were not small, their consumption was necessary and valuable in this case.

When adventuring alone, any negligence could be fatal. He had to...

Ron retracted his leg that was about to step out, as if something was wrong.

Alone? No, that's not right. There should be more than one person around here, very close. There must be something...

Ron's enhanced vision covered the empty and dark space around him, but he found nothing. There was no trace of any living or even dead things around him. He seemed to be in a wilderness, and the funny thing was that even this "wilderness" did not exist!

Something was wrong, of course it was wrong.

Ron turned his huge eyeballs and looked forward in confusion. There should have been something there just now, that's right.

Otherwise, why would he take so many potions... potions?

Ron opened his wide and big mouth, revealing the double-layered, needle-like teeth inside. A smaller eye stalk seemed to still have some habits that did not belong to him. He scratched the upper part of the main eyeball, and the other eye stalk that looked like jade was still hanging with something leathery - what was that?

"Ron! Ron!"

The violent shaking could not wake up the person in his arms. Sylvia's eyes revealed a kind of madness that did not belong to her. The shocking black fog that was thought to have been taken away by the lich spread around again. The strange roar faintly coming from it shook Martha's spirit form and kept shaking. The fatal attacks that could have been avoided fell on it.

However, this could not defeat it, just like Ron's lightning that was obviously beyond Wright's tolerance could not wipe out the other party. Martha just broke into a large number of fragments, and then quickly reassembled in an open space.

"What did you do to him?!"

"What did you do? Hehehe..." A creepy laugh came from the spirit, "What can we do? It's just to let him sleep well - my Lord seems to have put a lot of pressure on him. In order to gain such a powerful force in a short period of time, his burden is not small - could it be that he never mentioned it to you?"

"Relax, he will unload all the burdens and wake up, he will get what he wants and become stronger. Wright was seriously injured by him, and he should have fought him in his dream, but now it seems impossible."

"Then why does he still maintain this trick?" The power of the filth demon, which should have been exhausted, condensed some again, and cooperated with others to suppress Martha's resistance, "This is meaningless!"

"No, this is meaningful, very meaningful..." Martha laughed in a low voice.

"Haven't you heard that there is a kind of existence that can make nightmares come true and reproduce with it?" (End of this chapter)