"Tsk tsk. I didn't expect that you wouldn't hesitate at all when facing an ordinary person transformed into a monster." Zamdrol praised. "Don't give me that shit. You killed the man, what does it have to do with me? You've said enough nonsense, it's time for you to just go and die." Isidor said, stretching out his hand to condense an enormous fireball, and threw it into the well with force. There was a loud bang, and the narrow well could not withstand the heat wave from the exploding fireball. The entire ground was lifted up and a huge hole exploded. "It should finally be over now," Isidor said softly, holding his forehead. Although perfect evolution can use the abilities of goblins of all races, it also seems to consume mental energy. Coupled with the consumption of fantasy construction, Isidor feels a little headache. He glanced at his own mental power and found that there were still more than a hundred points left. It seemed that it was just caused by excessive consumption at one time and it had not reached the bottom directly. "Haha, do you think this is the end? Don't forget that I am the Demon Lord Jomjael. What I devour is not the flesh, but the souls of the dead - souls full of resentment! You killed these monsters, and I can use their souls!" Zamdrow's voice was heard again from the bottom of the pit. At the same time, countless shadows that seemed to appear and disappear swirled to the bottom of the pit and were swallowed by something unknown. Every time a phantom disappeared, dirty blood gushed out from the bottom of the pit. When all the phantoms were swallowed up, the pit had turned into a dark red pool of blood. Isidor hastily stepped aside, and Emmeline just happened to be beside him at this time.
"What on earth happened?" Emmeline said in amazement as she stared at the pool of blood. "This guy seems to be more difficult to deal with than we thought. We have to be careful." Isidor said with a frown. "Be careful? It's too late to say that! Not running away the moment you noticed me is the biggest mistake of your life!" Zamdrol's harsh voice came from under the blood pool. At the same time, the entire sky turned blood red. Chapter 121: The Demon Lord with Thousands of Viscera (Part 1) Just as Zamdrol finished his words, a column of blood suddenly rose from the blood pool and pierced the sky, making the already blood-red sky even darker. In a moment, the blood pool dried up, and blood rain began to fall from the sky. Isidor smelled the stench of the rain, and knew something was wrong, so he quickly built a big umbrella to shelter himself and Emmeline. When the blood rain dropped on the ground, thorns grew on the ground. When the blood rain dropped on people, they turned into a pool of blood and were sucked into the blood-red sky. Just then, the chief of the Baigu tribe came running over in a panic. "Your Majesty, what is going on? Is this the end of the world?" said the old chief with wrinkles on his face in fear. "It's not safe here, you'd better run away quickly - wait, you were also drenched in blood rain, why didn't you melt?" Isidor asked in surprise. "Are you talking about this blood rain? Many people were indeed melted, but I didn't feel anything unusual. Maybe it's because we were bathed in dragon blood." The chief of the Baigu tribe replied. "Are there many people being melted?" Isidor asked worriedly as he looked at the sky gradually turning darker red. "Not many. The captain of the guard has organized the king and citizens to escape from the city. Less than one-tenth of the people are left here. Your Majesty, you should leave soon too! Something seems to be wrong with the sky." The chief of the Baigu tribe said worriedly. "That's good. Now that everyone has escaped, Zamdrow won't be able to absorb so many souls and flesh and blood." Isidor breathed a sigh of relief, but the situation was still not optimistic. "Zam'drow? May I ask what that is—" "It's the guy up there. I set him on fire, but I didn't expect he had this trick. This is troublesome. How can I hit him when he's flying so high?" Isidor sighed, pointing at the blood-red sky. "You mean - you were fighting with that guy just now?" The chief of the Bone Worshiping Tribe was so surprised that his jaw almost dislocated. "Okay, you should also leave the city and seek shelter. This umbrella is for you. Although you have bathed in dragon's blood, this rain is fishy and smelly. It is always unpleasant to get wet on you." Isidor said, constructing an umbrella and handing it to the old chief. "Your Majesty... I'm sorry I can't obey your order! How could there be a situation in this world where a king is fighting on the front line while his subordinates turn around and run away? Please let me fight with you! I'm already an old man and I won't live for many more years. It's better to die on the battlefield than to die in bed!" The old chief took the umbrella that Isidor had built, burst into tears, and then said loudly.
Isidor was stunned for a moment. He did not expect that the Bone Worshiping Tribe, to whom he had not done much favor, would be so loyal. But he immediately thought: his casual actions might have extraordinary significance in the eyes of others. Just like when Esna saved Emmeline from a desperate situation, it might have only involved some connections and money for her, but it meant a turning point in Emmeline's life. It seems that if these goblin tribes are used properly, they may become a great help in the future. After figuring this out, Isidor patted the old chief on the shoulder and said, "Well, since you are so loyal, I will allow you to participate in this battle. I remember that your Bone Worshiping Tribe is not good at direct combat, but uses curses to hurt the enemy, right?" "That's right, frontal combat is indeed not my forte, but if Your Majesty gives the order, I can also charge to the front!" said the old chief, waving the bone staff in his hand. "No need for that. It is also the king's responsibility to make the most of his subordinates. I remember that the more precious the bones you use, the stronger the power of the curse. I will now give you a dragon bone, and you stay here and continue to curse that guy in the sky." Isidor said, constructing a dragon's rib, holding it in both hands and handing it to the old chief. "Thank you, Your Majesty!" The old chief took the dragon bone gratefully, carried it on his shoulders with difficulty and began to draw a magic circle on the ground. "What should we do next? Waiting for him to come down would be too passive." Isidor looked at Emilyne and said. "That guy is at least six or seven miles off the ground. My arrow can't shoot that high." Emmeline shook her head. "How many miles can you shoot while ensuring accuracy?" asked Isidor. "Shooting from low to high, at most two or three miles. But this bow won't work. We need a stronger bow," said Emmeline. "Maybe I can give it a try." Isidor said, closing his eyes and feeling the resentment surging around him. Although the old goblin died, Isidor did not directly inherit his shamanism, but after several times of guidance from him, he learned some things by himself - for example, the ability to feel everything. Slowly, Isidor could hear the dying cries of countless people killed by Zamdrol. Although their souls were sucked away, their mental strength remained temporarily in place. "I will avenge you. Give me your spirits." Isidor said, stretching out his hands. In an instant, countless points of light gathered on Isidor's body. His mental power was instantly full, even exceeding the upper limit, and was still growing continuously. "Get up!" Isidor suddenly opened his eyes and shouted, and the ground where the three people were standing immediately rose up to form a floating island, which actually climbed directly to a height of three or four miles. "Sure enough, the load is too heavy for this kind of thing. Is this distance enough?" Isidor asked, covering his head. "That's enough!" said Emmeline happily. Isidor nodded, and used his imagination to construct a strong bow, then he constructed twelve frozen arrows and gave them to Emmeline. "This bow is enough. But the power of ordinary arrows may not pose a threat to him, right?" Emmeline tried to pull the bow a few times, then looked at the arrow and asked worriedly. "This is of course a special arrow. Once the outer layer of ice melts or breaks, a violent explosion will occur. It took me a lot of mental energy to build this thing. I think it may pose a little threat to him." Isidor replied. "Do you think that you can compete with me just by absorbing a little power from miscellaneous brands? You are really overestimating your own abilities. Although the recovered power is not as expected due to your little tricks, it is at least 30% of the power of its peak period. If you can retrieve all the prophet's memories, you might still be able to fight, but now, hehe..." A piercing roar came from the sky, and a huge monster faintly emerged in a blood cloud. The monster had no body, but a skeleton that looked like neither a human nor an animal, with a cavity full of internal organs. From a distance, it looked like a forest of meat hanging in a slaughterhouse. If the Thousand-Winged Demon Lord Taimur looked harmonious and beautiful, then the Demon Lord with a thousand organs and viscera in front of him was simply an ugly monster. However, the oppressive feeling of this monster in front of him was not much less than that of Taimur at that time. The momentum of devouring everything was also truly terrifying. The chief of the Bone Worshiping Tribe was so frightened that he dared not breathe, but he still cautiously used the drawn magic circle to cast the curse. "Curse? Haha, you are indeed an idiot who overestimates your own abilities. A curse of this level can't even kill one of my internal organs." Zamdrol laughed loudly. Isidor looked down at the old chieftain who was casting a curse. His curse was not without effect, but its effect on the enemy was extremely limited, so limited that it could only barely make Zamdrow feel that he was being attacked. But even so, Isidor had to admire the old chief's courage. It took great courage to launch an attack in extreme fear.
"Emilyn, shut him up." Isidor said, pointing at the Demon Lord in the sky. Chapter 123 Nuclear Arrow Fairy Emmeline said nothing more and tried her best to draw the bow. It took more strength to draw the bow than ever before, and the muscles in Emmeline's arms began to tremble because they were too tense. She stared at the monster in the sky and aimed for a moment before shooting an arrow into the air. As far as Isidor could remember, this was the first time that Emmeline had taken aim. A meteor-like arrow shot into the sky and hit Zamdrol right in the heart. As the arrows hit, Isidor couldn't help but feel a little nervous, but also a little expectant. Ever since he mastered the skill of fantasy materialization, he has always wanted to create some powerful weapons, and even reproduce guns and bombs. However, the structure of these things is too complicated, and it is not realistic to accurately construct each part of them. Moreover, the rules of this world seem to restrict the manufacture of explosives. But with the breakthrough of his mental power limit and the upgrade of his fantasy, he finally created an explosive arrow as he wished. Although he spent a lot of mental power to build it, he himself was a little unsure about the power of this thing. "Haha, after all the fuss, you still want to hurt me with mortal arrows? I told you it's impossible." Zamdrol said disdainfully. Zamdrol didn't know that because the arrow hit the soft internal organs, the ice on the arrowhead was not broken, but the temperature of the internal organs quickly melted the ice, followed by an earth-shaking explosion. The powerful blast almost blew away the old chieftain of the Bone Worshiping Tribe who was casting a spell. Fortunately, he opened the fine steel umbrella given by Isidor in time and stuck the umbrella handle into the ground to resist the strong wind, thus avoiding the fate of being blown away. Even Isidor and Emmeline, who had a strength of over a thousand, were unable to open their eyes due to the wind. When the explosion finally ended, Zam'drol let out an angry roar. Isidor looked up and saw that half of its body had been blown away, with countless pieces of flesh falling down, and even the blood cloud in the sky was blown thinner. "I didn't expect it to be so powerful... It's really... As expected." Zam'drone said, and suddenly sneered, and a pair of huge wings grew out from the half of his body that was blown to pieces - but they were not feathered wings like Taimur's, but wings of flesh and blood interwoven with diaphragms and blood vessels. "It was completely within my expectations that you would have this level of power. What a pity! If you were a little stronger, strong enough to blow me to pieces with one blow, you might have a chance to defeat me - defeat me who was resurrected in an incomplete form. But unfortunately, there will never be such an opportunity." Zamdrol said, flapping his wings and flying high. Emmeline quickly shot another arrow, but because Zamdrol had already flown up, this arrow only hit his lower body. Although the power was still earth-shattering, it still failed to completely destroy him. The shattered lower body of Zamdrol quickly regenerated into a fish-tail shape, swinging its tail fin and flying leisurely in the air. From a distance, it looked like a fish with wings. Compared to its incomprehensible form at the beginning, it actually looked a bit like a normal creature. Emmeline immediately nocked the third arrow, looked at Zamdrol and took aim for a while, finally sighed and slowly released the bowstring, saying somewhat self-reproachfully, "No, the distance has been increased again, and the target is still moving, it's hard for me to hit the vital point." "It doesn't matter. You've done a good job. Leave the rest to me." Isidor said, standing on the top of the floating island and shouting at Zam'drol: "Aren't you going to eat me? Why are you running away all the time? As a great demon king, are you afraid of a few 'mortals'?" "Haha, do you think you can irritate me by saying this? I'm just choosing the right time to strike." Zamdrol said, continuing to fly irregularly around the floating island in the distance, as if looking for the opportunity to strike. "This guy wants to delay time. I temporarily absorbed the spirit left by the Hibran people and my strength increased greatly. He wants to wait until this temporary power disappears before fighting me." Isidor whispered. "Then what should we do? It's definitely not a solution to drag it on like this." Emmeline asked, holding the longbow tightly. "There must be a way. That guy doesn't look like the type who is good at air combat. There must be some reason why he ran into the sky." Isidor said. "The arrows you gave me are very powerful. If I can hit more than three in a row, I might be able to kill him completely. But this guy is very smart. He has already familiarized himself with my shooting range and has been hovering at the maximum distance. At this distance, I have to pull the bow with all my strength to hit him, and it is impossible to take the shooting speed into consideration at the same time - do you have any attack methods with a longer range?" Emmeline asked. "Farther than your arrow?" Isidor frowned, looked around, and his eyes suddenly fixed on the old chief who was still conscientiously casting the curse. "Your Majesty, do you have anything to tell me?" The old chief seemed a little scared as Isidore stared at him. "Can your curse attack the Demon Lord?" Isidor asked. "Of course you can. The power of the curse is not limited by distance. As long as conditions permit, you can curse the enemy to death even if they are thousands of miles away." The old chief was relieved when he was asked about his profession. "Great, in that case, you teach me how to use the spell now, and we will use the curse to deal with Zamdrow!" Isidor said with shining eyes.
"Now? But learning the spell requires at least three to five years of accumulation before it can show results. In such a hurry..." the old chief said with difficulty. "Don't worry, I can use the abilities of your four major races. It's just that the spell is rather special. Not only does it require the caster to have the corresponding bloodline, but it also requires certain skills to cast it. It's like a combination of a magician and a sorcerer. So you just need to teach me the tricks, and I can use the curse." Isidor explained. "It is an honor for me to be able to teach Your Majesty something!" The old goblin was delighted. He immediately used the dragon bones to demonstrate and taught Isidor how to cast the curse one by one. It took more than an hour to learn the tricks of the curse. During this time, Zamdrol tried to get closer several times, but gave up halfway because he was afraid of Emmeline's bow and arrow. However, during several attempts, Emmeline repeatedly pulled the bow and consumed a lot of physical strength, and gradually began to be unable to hold on. Seeing Emmeline start to massage her strained shoulder with her left hand, Zamdrol's movements became more and more unscrupulous. He kept reducing the distance between them, repeatedly testing Emmeline's limits. "Thank you for your hard work. Leave the rest to me." Isidor patted Emmeline on the shoulder and handed her a bottle of purple potion that could revitalize the body. Although this medicine cannot usually be given directly to humans, Isidor believes that Emmeline's body is strong enough that she can withstand it. "Haha, you finally gave up? The power you temporarily absorbed has been almost consumed, right? Can you still maintain the flight of the floating island?" Zamdrow said in a sarcastic tone. "Yeah, it's almost used up. So I can't waste any more time. Next, I will kill you within five minutes." Isidor said as he raised a dragon bone and pointed it at Zhamdrol from a distance. Chapter 123 Forced Deprivation Seeing Isidor raising the dragon bone towards him, Zamdrol couldn't help but laugh: "No way? Do you really think that the Goblins' crude magic can be effective against the Demon Lord? Our authority is supreme..." Zamdrol had only said half of his words when his flapping wings suddenly froze. "Impossible... My internal organs are failing? Is this... the power of a curse? How is this possible? My authority is above all things. A mere curse shouldn't have such a high priority..." Zamdrol said in shock. "The Heart-Piercing Curse - it is said to be an instant-death attack. As long as it is successfully performed, the opponent will definitely die. But it seems to have little effect on you." Isidor said with some disappointment. “You said it has little effect? There should be only one curse in the world that can be effective against a demon like me... unless..." Zamdre's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally he could not resist his own gravity and began to fall. The mental power that Isidor had just absorbed was almost used up, so he let the floating island and the Demon Lord fall together, and only used his mental power to intervene in the direction of the floating island's fall, allowing it to gradually approach the Demon Lord. "Is this distance enough?" Isidor turned his head and asked. "That's enough." Emmeline said as she nocked an arrow and pulled the bow hard. Suddenly, she frowned and covered her right shoulder with a look of pain on her face. "Are you okay?" Isidor quickly tore open her clothes and saw that her right shoulder was red and swollen, and there were a lot of blood on her arm. She was probably strained because she exerted too much force just now. "The tendon may be broken. We need to deal with it quickly." Isidor gently squeezed Emmeline's arm a few times, and made a bundle of bandages and clamps, preparing to fix her arm first. "It's too late. At this distance, I don't need to use all my strength. I can hold on." Emmeline shook her head, picked up the arrow with her injured hand, gritted her teeth, pulled the bowstring, and shot. As soon as the first arrow was shot, the next arrow followed. Six or seven arrows seemed to be shot at the same time, covering Zamdrow's whole body. Isidor suddenly thought that the old chief of the Bone Worshiping Tribe might not be able to withstand the blast at this distance, so he quickly built five circular stone walls to block the three people. There was a thunderous explosion, and the strong explosion seemed to tear the space apart, swallowing up all the sounds in the world. The aftermath of the explosion alone destroyed two-thirds of the entire floating island, and the five stone walls also collapsed one after another. Isidor quickly built another shield to withstand the strong impact. With a loud "bang", the remaining half of the floating island finally fell to the ground. Because Isidor deliberately controlled the falling speed, it did not cause too much impact. Emmeline stretched out her left hand and pointed into the distance, then suddenly her body swayed and fell down. "Emmeline, are you hurt?" Isidore quickly supported Emmeline and let her lie down slowly. "I'm not injured, just... a little dizzy because I exerted too much force. It seems that some debris of that guy dropped down. You go and check it out. Don't let him run away. There will be endless troubles..." Emmeline said, pointing to the distance. "Can your right hand still move?" Isidor asked worriedly.
"Go!" Emmeline shouted in a voice almost like a roar. "Okay, I'll go right away - Chief Bai Gu! You keep an eye on Emily. If there is any mistake, I will hold you accountable!" Isidor then came to his senses and ran quickly to where Emily was pointing. He saw a pit more than two feet deep on the ground. In the middle of the pit was a beating heart. Where the blood vessels should be on the heart, long branches stretched out, connecting to somewhere underground, like a rooted plant. Isidor walked forward without saying a word, materialized a big sword, dug it up by the roots, and burned it to ashes. However, the ashes that fell to the ground slowly gathered together and condensed into the shape of a heart again, but it was not as big as before, and the color was much darker, but it still stretched out its branches at the blood vessels, trying to take root in the ground. "You can't kill me. I have thousands of organs and infinite life. Maybe I'm not the strongest among the seven demon lords, but I'm definitely the hardest to kill. When you're tired of killing, I will absorb all the life I can from the depths of the earth, and then grow a new body. You will never escape the fate of being devoured by me." Zamdrol said in a muffled voice.