noffsinger Chapter 3974
Chapter 3974
"The loser will see their entire race annihilated, while the winner will have to pay a terrible price. Ultimately, it will only be temporarily sealed, giving them a chance to breathe."
"These corpses are all those who died in the great war in ancient times."
It was this endless supply of corpses, flesh, and death that nurtured an unimaginable monster.
The leader of the ghostly world, the bloody corpse tree king!
The entire blood swamp is the soil that nourishes it. Billions of years of growth have made it so huge, with its roots spread throughout the entire space.
Even a single root system is as huge as a mountain.
"call--"
The Blood Corpse Tree King was hidden in the thick clouds. It just waved its branches and leaves, causing a violent storm. Finally, the clouds parted and the sun came out, allowing people to see its true appearance clearly.
It is so huge that people can clearly see its existence no matter how far away they are. It is so huge that it is like looking up at a god, and people have no desire to resist it.
So big, it’s despairing!
The souls of Canero and Cardiles were already trembling. They could not imagine how humans could fight against such a terrible creature.
If you want to completely kill a tree, you must eradicate all of its roots, which is equivalent to destroying the entire world!
"This this……"
Cartiers stuttered and couldn't say a word. There were only two words in his mind: "It's over."
Canero stared blankly into the distance, where Charon was standing in the blood swamp, looking up at the Blood Corpse Tree King with his head raised proudly.
Everyone's life and death depends on Charon alone.
But, can he do it?
Charon raised his head to face the huge monster in front of him, but there was no fear on his face, only solemnity and coldness.
He seemed like a completely different person compared to before.
No, he was definitely not the same person anymore.
The ferry of the Styx slowly swam in front of him. Under his feet, the black tide surged like thick ink, and then quickly seeped into the surrounding blood swamp.
Soon, large areas of the swamp turned into pitch-black swamps.
That is the River Styx, the path for the souls of the dead to cross to the underworld.
As black as ink and as thick as paste.
In this huge mass of paste, strange shadows suddenly stood up one after another, twisting themselves to the height of about a person, and then slowly took shape.
One, two, three, four.
One woman, three men.
The woman's body was completely hidden under the black burqa, and her face could not be seen clearly.
The three men looked different. There was a bald tattooed man with a face like a poisonous snake; there was a young man with red hair burning like flames and eyes piercing with anger; there was a heroic man with shoulder-length hair and a face as sharp as a knife.
They stood on both sides of Charon's body. Although their expressions were different and their appearances were definitely different, there was the same luster in their eyes.
Charon, the ferryman of the Styx;
The goddess of the night, Nyx;
Nine-headed hydra, Hydra;
The three-headed dog of hell, Kerberos;
Styx, god of the River Styx.
When these five people appeared together, a hazy ball of light rose in the area between them, and the ball of light slowly turned into the shape of a child.
It was an innocent child with blonde hair and light blue eyes, wearing overalls and delicate little leather boots, holding a rabbit doll tightly in his arms. There was some childish innocence on his innocent face, but he was shivering, as if he was extremely afraid of the whole world around him.
Only when the five men guarded him tightly did he feel a moment of relief, and the fear in his eyes dissipated a lot.