devil priest in marvel exorcism

Whip marks, knife marks, and even needle pricks.

This group of vampires tortured Whist with almost all the tools they could find.

The instant noodle head was also smoking and giving instructions, laughing happily.

Blades are monsters that can walk in the sun. They are unable and do not have the courage to attack them head-on.

But he has a weakness, and the ridiculous human emotions are his weakness.

So torturing this old man, from a certain perspective, is torturing the blade.

"Immortal, hahaha... ugh!"

The instant noodle head didn't know that this was the first time today that he had to stop laughing, and it wasn't pleasant.

But it really doesn't make me laugh.

"Boom! Boom! Boom...!"

Obviously the old man had lowered his head and passed out.

But the strange heartbeat sounded in the old man's body, and became louder and louder, like a war drum.

What followed was noisy shouts, the sound of swords chopping, the neighing of war horses, and if you listen carefully, there was the sound of blood splattering...

It seems that an invisible ancient battlefield descends from the void in this small secret base.

Whist felt as if he had had a long dream. He seemed to have become an ancient Viking warrior, appearing on the tragic battlefield of England.

Waving his arms continuously, he led the warriors of his clan to kill the imperial soldiers blocking the front.

Breaking into the enemy's formation, smashing the interception into pieces, the ax in his hand was as light as nothing, flying up and down, killing the enemy in a split second.

There was blood constantly splattering on his face and body. Everywhere he looked, everything was bloody, but he couldn't retreat!

This is a battlefield, a place where there is no place for kindness. The two sides are fighting each other. There is no morality, no distinction between good and evil, there is only the enemy and yourself.

There are family members and relatives in the rear, and those in front who dare to raise weapons against themselves are the enemies.

The two battle axes were a bit awkward to use at first, and my body was still a little tired.

But the dagger returned by the enemy was thrown away by him together with the arm, and the spear that was thrust across was cut off by him with an axe. In the next moment, the soldier's head rolled and flew away.

The more he fought, the stronger he became, and the more he fought, the more he felt.

He even felt like he was dancing. The two axes were not weapons, but drumsticks beating drums.

This is a masculine dance, a dance of power, and a dance of bloodlust.

This is the unique war dance of the Vikings!

This is...the war dance of massacre!

Did he see the enemy general, or was he just a noodle guy?

Um?What are instant noodles?

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

He also heard the other party's roar.

What was that guy with the frightened and angry face calling me?Old dog?

Ha, madman.

He is clearly in his prime.

However, this feeling of killing is so good!

Everything in front of you can be easily chopped into pieces by yourself!

However, the enemy general is still somewhat capable. He is very fast and agile. He can actually deal with him with a small dagger.

But how long will it take to kill you?

"Wushuang, war dance!"

He has completely mastered this dance-like killing method. With a low roar, the power in his body surged out, but it was not enough, he wanted more!

Inhaling sharply, the blood mist that filled the air on the battlefield surged toward him.

This is the cry left by the enemy he killed, and it is his trophy!

As he chewed and swallowed these seemingly tangible and invisible killing auras, a force full of killing desire seemed to break through without limit.

His heart was like a high-power pump, working so fiercely that his body was already covered with a thin layer of steam.

Feeling the power like a ferocious beast, he licked the corner of his mouth. The taste of blood was so exciting!

The increase in strength suddenly accelerated his speed!He instantly stopped the hostile generals who were surrounding him.

And under the stunned expression of the other party, he swung his ax!

"Stab!"

It was the sound of an ax blade cutting muscles and breaking bones.

Looking at the enemy general who was covering his broken arm and running away hastily, he had no intention of pursuing him.

The battlefield suddenly became quiet, as if he was the only living person left.

revenge?

It seems to have been completed.

So, what to do next?

He looked at the ax in his hand. There were many scratches on it, traces of the battle.

The urge to "dance" in my heart emerged again, and I really wanted to chop something.

But there are no enemies around, who should I kill?

He looked towards the back, there seemed to be some people there...

A voice rang in his ear.

"Whist?!"

……

Blade rushed to the secret base anxiously. Before he could reach the door, he saw an instant noodle-headed vampire covering his arms and running out crazily, shouting things like a crazy old man.

"Something happened to whist!"

Not caring about chasing the escaped vampire, Blade hurriedly ran towards the base.

When he saw whist, he did not come forward immediately.

In front of the workbench, there was a mess.

There were splatters of blood everywhere, and traces of dust left behind after the vampires died.

The only "alive" vampire had its limbs removed, its lips and tongue smashed, and was thrown into a pool of blood.

It's like a slaughterhouse.

Whist lowered his head, holding two bloody hand axes, standing in the middle of the "slaughterhouse", exuding a dangerous aura.

Dao Feng called his name worriedly.

……

Whist?

Are you calling me?Am I whist?

This voice sounds so familiar, as if... it's my son.

I have a son?Wasn't my son killed by a vampire?

I want revenge!

Do not!wrong!

I also have a son, and I want to see him get married and have children!

Whist opened his eyes. He was awake!

……

[Hidden mission completed - the man behind the assassin!

Your heroic spirit summons the magic circle, allowing whist to communicate with the ancestors, and finally wakes up from the killing illusion and becomes a true unparalleled assassin!

Give rewards: 1. Two reward points. 2. Gravel Hammer (Bible Type 1)]

It seems that the old man successfully passed the test and gained real strength.

As a former devil, Dubi had heard about the trials of heroic spirits, so he deliberately agreed to Whist's request to stay.

Anyway, there will be no real danger, and maybe there will be additional gains, so why not agree.

As usual, the two reward points were evenly distributed, and Dolby looked at the introduction of reward two.

[Item: Gravel Hammer (Bible Type 1, Bible form of hammer weapon, mass: 25KG)

PS: 1. “On the surface, this is a Bible that is larger than the palm of your hand. In fact, when closed, it becomes a hammer that can smash rocks!

2. "I don’t understand! I don’t understand! I don’t understand! I don’t understand!"]

Dubi touched his waist. Under the priest's robe, there was suddenly a belt with a small metal Bible chained to it.

Fortunately, with Dolby's current physical condition, it won't be difficult to carry this "Bible" with him.

Just as he was about to take out his new equipment and take a look, a male voice with a heavy accent came from the nightclub.

"Let them in. The Hand and the Punisher are not enemies."