Monsters Will Die if They Are Killed

The big man in white who was pierced by the spear was not dead yet, but his lungs and spine were smashed. Naturally, he couldn't say anything, and Su Zhou didn't have the energy to listen. He just glanced at the two people who had completely lost their spirits. The 'magic soldier' ​​who was driven to the extreme, so that all the blood vessels and veins on his face burst out.

Demon soldiers, worthy of the name of demons, were just like ordinary humans when they didn't use their full power at the beginning, but once they pushed their skills to the limit, their faces and hands that were not covered by clothes were instantly covered with tree roots. The general woody blue veins, these wooden roots pulsate with the rapid agitation of the blood and aura of the magic soldier, revealing an inhuman and strange feeling.

These two demon soldiers were not afraid of death, or they knew they couldn't run away, so they didn't even say a word. The one on the left raised his crossbow and shot an arrow, then drew a scimitar from his waist and rushed forward. Going forward, he slashed at Su Zhou's neck with a knife, and the one on the right jumped down like a wild beast, with an armor-piercing awl, and stabbed vigorously at Su Zhou's knees and ankles.

Even if one is possessed by the root of immortality, people can tell the difference between beauty and ugliness. The demon soldier with the knife on the left looks quite decent, and he belongs to the kind who would not lose his position as a guard in front of the royal family, while the one on the right is quite As usual, the tree roots covering his face are actually covering his ugliness.

But soon, the two of them don't need to care about their looks: because Su Zhou shot like a stick, swung down the body of the leading demon soldier, and directly punched the entire head of the demon soldier on the left into a concave shape, The plasma from the eyes and teeth exploded, even splashing on the magic soldier on the right.

And the magic soldier on the right took advantage of the opportunity of his companion's head being blown off, and stabbed Su Zhou's knee with all his strength, and then tried to retreat - he couldn't beat him, he could only make the opponent lose his ability to move, and then ran away quickly road.

This plan is quite good, but from the first point something went wrong.

Su Zhou's knees condensed spiritual power, and the triangular spirit patterns were layered on top of each other. He just raised his knees and pushed forward. Not only did the armor-piercing awl pierced by the magic soldiers with all their strength not pierce the skin, but reversed at a faster speed than before. Stabbed back.

Before the magic soldier could react, the awl pierced his throat backwards, and his head was grabbed by Su Zhou, and with a slight twist, it was pulled out like a bottle cap.

The scene was too bloody, the warm blood with blue sap splashed and flowed in the snow, and in just a few seconds, the three white-clothed demon soldiers had lost all their fighting power.

In short, when Su Zhou returned to the small village with two heads that were still intact and one that was not complete, with blue roots under the neck, the escorts were looking at the monsters—or in other words, looking at the mystery Existent eyes looked at his.

——Did this guy put so much water when he was fighting with himself and others? !

"The heads of these guys have all been pulled out, and it seems that they are not dead yet—is the undead root just this kind of blue root hair? It's quite tough."

Su Zhou threw the three heads to the ground, and spun around on the frozen soil a few times. It could be seen that the magic soldier was indeed not dead, and even the neck was still slowly regenerating itself to stop the blood.

"...After implanting the root of immortality, a person is no longer a person, but a monster."

Mo Ganxiu walked out of the stunned crowd. As the oldest person, he was probably used to seeing undead monsters whose mouths were still opening and closing even though they had lost their bodies, as if they were begging for mercy or scolding.

The old man directly took out a rather delicate rectangular brass box from his waist, and then pressed the mechanism on it, and suddenly a fire snake spewed out from the nozzle at the front of the box, roasting the blue immortal root, and slamming it Quickly turned into coke.

——How could there be such an exquisite mechanical creation? That's right, the Zheng Dynasty here is more than 500 years old. If the history of the world is simply calculated by time, it is also modern.

Under Su Zhou's interested gaze, Mo Ganxiu explained softly: "You can be regarded as Su Shaoxia, you have pulled out the root of immortality, if you just took a head, I will trouble you to go back later—" —As long as the root of immortality is implanted, even if the head is crushed to pieces, as long as the root is brought back and placed in the blood and spirit fluid, the root will grow back into that person and have the memory before death."

"After defeating the demon soldiers, you need to use the method of fire and thunder to roast this root, or chop it into pieces, so as to completely eradicate immortality-but how troublesome is it to chop into pieces? There is no time to do this on the battlefield , so we all carry a portable Suzaku box with us to kill these undead demon soldiers thoroughly."

"They actually don't need a head at all." At this time, the long-haired woman who knew a lot about medical science, the swordsman named Liu Xizhao also stepped forward, and she did not hesitate to hold up the shattered body that was smashed by Su Zhou. For the head, use internal force to lift its deformed skull and display it, so that Su Zhou can see clearly what's inside

It was a bunch of messy, tangled tree roots, and the roots were soaked in the blue-white wood pulp, which looked a bit like brain pulp at first glance.

Zhou Buyi also stepped forward, looking expressionlessly at the head of the demon soldier whose mouth was still opening and closing on the ground, he shook his head and said: "The demon soldier does not need food, he only needs to drink water to illuminate the sun to maintain basic actions—— But if you want to fight or recover from your injuries, you need to draw flesh and blood."

"The Taibai Mountains are covered with heavy snow, and prey is hard to find. Even if they find a few, they are far inferior to humans... They can't find other blood food."

"This, is this immortal root alive, or the original magic soldier alive?!"

Even Su Zhou couldn't help being a little horrified when he saw this scene, and felt a strong sense of disgust—is it just the implantation of the root of immortality? The whole body is occupied by the roots of the Shenmu. It is not so much the implantation of the blood, as it is a corpse that can be regenerated under the control of the immortal roots!

"Don't think too much, Su Zhou, there is a soul in this world. The souls of these demon soldiers are transferred in the 'rituals', or in other words, 'duoshe' to the roots of the sacred tree. It is indeed the roots of immortality that occupy and control They lost their original bodies, but people are still the same people, if the soul is counted."

"Although it looks very intrusive, it's not as exaggerated as you think... Your thinking is still bound by the original world without aura."

Yala's words made Su Zhou break away from the strong empathy and disgust of "I'm not me". After he shook his head and calmed down, he understood the process of making magic soldiers—through rituals, human's The soul is transferred to the blood of Shenmu, that is, the root of immortality, and then uses the root of immortality to control the body that has eroded and become an empty shell,

In this way, apart from becoming a near-immortal Shenmu ethnic group, the damage to one's own body is nothing more than a "big shattered body". To use a simpler analogy, the magic soldiers are all pilots who control the physical mecha. Physical injuries are nothing more than 'robots' that consume 'flesh and blood resources' to repair, so they can use the violent spiritual power operation method that is almost insane to burst out with power that exceeds their own strength.

Of course, it didn't affect being hit in the head by Su Zhou.

This time, at least no one in the escort team felt that Su Zhou belonged to An Chao’s side——Although the magic soldiers are called soldiers, they are essentially elite troops implanted with immortal roots through mysterious rituals. He is a veteran of hundreds of battles who has fought with the Hundred Rebels for decades, and is extremely precious.

Use the lives of three demon soldiers to make a heinous trick with a low success rate?

The devil emperor is not a fool, even if he is, neither are his military advisers and staff.

"Well, it's not just them."

With a long sigh, Mo Ganxiu, who had completely burned a demon soldier to death, stood up. He raised his hand, rolled up his sleeves, and showed his skinny arms. Su Zhou looked sideways, but was surprised——because On Mo Ganxiu's arm, there are actually some cyan leaf color veins spreading!

"Decades ago, tens of millions of people died due to the tyranny of the Devil Emperor. Their flesh and soul were absorbed by the Shenmu, and the power of the Shenmu completely infiltrated the atmosphere of this mountain and river."

Seeing Su Zhou's extremely real and undisguised surprised expression, Mo Ganxiu was sure once again that this guy really didn't know anything about it. The old man retracted his sleeve, looked at the corpse of the demon soldier on the ground and shook his head: "Stay on the front line The longer it takes, the easier it is to be corroded by wood energy. I don’t know martial arts when I grow this kind of root, so I just built some equipment in the back, and it’s already like this..."

"This is kinship..."

Su Zhou exclaimed in his heart, he couldn't say anything when he appeared in the world, but once again felt the horror of the great existence—according to Yala, the Banyan Undead Tree is just a "tree of the great way" The sacred tree derived from the awakened remnant can have an impact on the whole world, allowing people in the whole world to gradually transform into their own dependents whether they are willing or not...

This kind of power... must be eradicated!

In the silence, the team set off again, but this time, Su Zhou had three heads with drooping roots on his waist, and in the original mountain cabin, a temporary pit was dug to bury all the ordinary people who died.

There was nothing Su Zhou could do for them, he could only kill a few more demon soldiers and strengthen his determination to destroy An Chao and Shenmu.

The long trek was boring, and Su Zhou didn't find any other magic soldiers on the way.

And just when Taibai Volcano roared again, Zhou Buyi, who was leading the way at the front, let out a long breath and stopped wearily.

"Here we are, there is the place where divine weapons are refined."

He raised his hand, pointing to a gap in a mountain not far away, a sunken saddle.

Su Zhou stared intently.

Then, he saw - a simple but complete rock fortress not far from Taibai Volcano.

Ask for a ticket~

Thanks for singing in the thorns, thinking about Emperor Wu, and chasing the phantom of the unknown dream!