Gat, the sander.

These two guys who can't beat the eight poles will give me an inexplicable sense of familiarity, which makes me very surprised.

The difference between the two is heaven and earth, even if it is strong, in front of the sand, I am afraid that it will not reach a finger.

But the light looks from the appearance...Gatah has a kind of sand-body charm!

I don't know when, Gatzen's body plate blew up a whirlwind, and it was a wind visible to the naked eye, which is definitely not an exaggeration.

Some of the airflows that seemed to be black were constantly swirling and wounding around the body of Gat.

At this point, I also found a very important place.

Gatha had hair.

Yes, a bald old monk who did not know how many years old, turned long hair, which surprised me the most.

Those hairs also make me feel particularly familiar, not ordinary hair, it is the kind of tentacles similar to the touch of a touch, each with chopsticks thick and thin, and can you constantly twist like a snake animal.

I remember the last time I saw a sander in a dream, it was like this on the top of its head.

And like the situation at this time, there are strong winds around, as if in the center of a tornado...

“Oh!”

At this time, the sound of the trumpet that had long disappeared, sounded again, the sound that did not know where it came from, constantly surrounded and reverberated in underground space.

Compared to the trumpet sound heard not long ago, the horn at this time... seems more exciting?

No longer so sad, there is no such thing as the tone of the funeral music, but it is like the two armies playing music before the match, and each tone is full of indescribable killing.

The things that are separated from the black mucus... that are those snakes that are drilled from the mucus surface, like the ups and downs, have a different movement at this moment.

After they drilled into the air vein one by one, they were like fried pots, and the sound of groove was heard.

That sounds like boiling water!

With this sound of water, the big pit on the ground began to spewing black mucus out.

It is no exaggeration to say that the scene is like someone standing down and spit on, although the black mucus spit out every time there is not much black mucus, but one bite after another spit, the juice splashes everywhere.

At the same time, a line that emits soft light, thick as chopsticks, does not appear in the pit.

In the darkness of reaching out and not seeing the five fingers, these lights are very obtrusive, especially the indescribable color.

It makes people feel like they are in a dream.

The lines were more and more, and they continued to appear one after another, until half a minute later, the situation of constantly venting the lines to stop.

But at this time, the lines of soft light have probably outlined the outline of the monster below.

That is a big ball, similar to the strange appearance of the brain, is a ball of monsters.

As I watched it move, it floated up silently, like the hydrogen ball, rising as if out of gravity, and soon emerging from the pit.

It was only then that I could see that the monster’s eyes were open.

The eyes of that circle were staring at Gatham, and the vigilance in his eyes could be felt by anyone.

This situation made me a little confused, but I have to say that there is also a glimmer of hope in my heart.

From the current situation, Gaddain is certainly not a simple Gatham, there should be a certain connection between the sand and it, and it is very likely that the sand-body has enhanced the power of Gattam from a certain angle that I cannot think of.

If not, Elp would not have shown such a watchful look.

I was wondering how much Gatho had a chance of winning over the Upper Erby, and even with a hint, I felt that this time it was worth it, and the old monk was unrighteous.

But before I could understand, Gatson suddenly screamed, and did not wait for Er to attack it first, and the monster caught a sharp look at it and launched an attack on Erbei first.

It is because of this momentum, this courage, and it is not a great disaster recorded in the Buddhist scriptures...

As an enemy, you should have this kind of momentum!

If it doesn't even have the courage to go up to the side, I don't need to mention it, it's definitely like a mountain, and you don't have to fight to lose half.

But now... I want to blog for once too.

With a shuddering sound, Gatham's body had touched Erpe, and at that moment, the colored lines in Erpee's body also lit up in an instant.

The brightness of all the lines increased seven or eight times in an instant, as if a strong current had been pierced, and I felt a little dazzling.

At the same time, the black mucus all over the underground space also began to squirm, condensed more and more like snake animals.

I don't know if it was controlled by Gaddafi.

The next second, these "black snakes" turned in the direction, around the back of Erpe, and then brushed up, and constantly hit the body of Erpe.

From that time on, the light emitted by Erby began to flicker, and the state was very unstable, and it should be affected by these things.

Seeing this scene, my hope, which had been buried in my heart before, came out again.

The power of the body is definitely not what the world can imagine, even if it is the wrong of the future generations, the Buddha's enemy, as the Buddha's enemies, should not be enough to compete with it.

But now the situation is already evident, and Gatazir has other powers to help him, and if it were not so, it would not have been possible to bring him to this precipitate.

It is estimated that Erbei did not want to attack, but was temporarily suppressed, and let the Gatan jump on the body and bite and gnaw, and let those mucus "black snakes" continue to hit.

It should be hard.

“Do you dare to go up and try it?”I pressed my voice and asked the wicked a word.

It did not say a word, the eyes were a little heavy, but there was no unwilling meaning, after the meeting to nod.

“Let’s hit the iron while it’s hot and we’ll see if we can...”

Without waiting for me to finish, the evil son suddenly raised a finger and gently nodded on the vein door of my other hand.

This made me feel a little depressed and didn’t know what it was trying to do.

But I did not wait for me to ask more, the evil son took care of himself with his nails to cut off my skin, the strength is still very large, the wound that was cut by it is very deep, almost can see the bone.

The pain that came to me without warning made me want to scold the street.

The wrong is indeed a fucking evil, these exogenous beings are really not humanistic... even if it is to be done, at any time, it is to say hello to me!

If the cold man opens a mouth for me, if there is another time, the evil son will be hardened again, and I will not cut my neck?

“What the fuck are you doing, what are you cutting my veins?” asked I, looking at the evil son’s eyes with some vigilance.

The evil son sobs and cries out, looking at his eyes, as if he was quite aggrieved, as if he was defending something.

On the one hand, he clicked my wound with his finger and pointed me out.

At this time, the wound had begun to gull the black water out, just as in the case where I had called the evil son before, the stinking mucus, which kept coming from the wound, flowing on the ground along the wrist, and fused with the mucus made by Gat.

Almost just a few seconds of work, a claw that a monster can have, and without warning it stretches out from there...

That’s what I dreamed of calling out... the second evil one?!

“The sand-body . . . Gadmin . . . the evil son...”

I looked at this scene with a foggy head, and although I was excited, I was also mumbling.

“There’s something in common...there’s a connection...it’s not enough to call out before...Is it enough now?—or I’ve borrowed the power of the sander and Gatham’s time?”

At this moment, holding my fallen son, raised my finger, and gently opened a mouth with my fingernails in another place where I buried the evil son.

I can feel my connection with the evil ones, and I can feel the rapid disappearance of anger in my body... but none of this matters!

“How many can I call?” he asked.

It nodded, shook its head again, and closed its hand after another wound was drawn.

The evil son sobs two times, it seems to tell me that this is the limit.