The game has become a real alternate world

Even if it's the Blood Race, if their head is chopped off, they shouldn't be alive.

"Haha, look at your eyes, you must be wondering why I'm still alive even though my head has been chopped off, right?"

As he spoke, the already rigid-faced Blood Race suddenly flashed with extreme fanaticism on his face.

"Of course, it's my God. He granted me power, resurrected me, allowing me to climb out of the shadow of death and seek revenge on you damned people!"

As he said this, the Tailor suddenly swung his hand fiercely towards Blake's direction.

Several attacks composed of blood flew directly towards him.

The sword blades danced twice to block them directly, however, one of the attacks suddenly exploded, the blood turning into a powder-like substance, splashing around.

One drop fell onto Blake's face, instantly corroding a small pit on his face, a pustule appearing on his cheek.

"Shield!"

From a distance, Bobo waved his hand, and a layer of Magic Shield was cast onto Blake.

An arrow flew in, so fast that the opponent was completely unaware, piercing directly through his thigh.

Taking this opportunity, Blake rushed up, with Holy Light enveloping the sword blade, slashing down.

The power of Holy Light combined with the attack from the blade sent the enemy flying with one strike.

"Plague Disaster!" The Tailor, who was struck and sent flying, suddenly shouted, and in an instant, his hands exploded directly.

The explosive attack rushed towards Blake without hesitation.

"Block!"

The large-scale impact from the explosion rushed directly towards Blake, but astonishingly, he blocked it.

"Impossible!"

The Tailor, already sent flying and rolling on the ground, now with one knee bent, watched this scene with wide eyes, filled with disbelief.

Such an attack was actually blocked?

Hidden within the explosion was a disease-laden poisoned attack, yet the block deflected the attack elsewhere.

He watched as a foul-smelling pit was smoking just near Blake's feet.

Even the Magic Shield was still wrapped around Blake.

If it were just blocking ordinary attacks, it wouldn't be worthy of being a skill.

"Ahhh! I shall return to the embrace of the Father!"

The enemy suddenly shouted, with skin and muscle melting away like wax, even making the skeleton disappear.

Everyone was compelled to look over, watching him dissolve into a heap of rotting flesh with astonishing speed.

The rotting flesh emitted a strong stench, beginning to spread around.

"Ugh!"

A Priest smelled this odor, couldn't help but suddenly vomit out.

"Ugh!"

Another Knight was hit.

"Stay away! Cover your mouth and nose, don't breathe!" Bobo shouted loudly.

Getai and several Dwarves, smelling the odor, reflexively covered their noses.

They were too familiar with it.

The Saintess also noticed the oddity in the odor, quickly covering her mouth and nose, and leaping backward.

However, several soldiers didn't react in time, and the Priests and Knights suddenly stimulated by the stench had already vomited.

"Your face!" A Priest looked at his companion who just vomited next to him, reminded loudly.

At this time, the Priest's face was already showing pustules, with a greenish hue, as if afflicted by some plague.

"May Holy Light cleanse your sickness!" The Priest reminding him, without hesitation, used the power of Holy Light.

The cleansing Holy Light power flowed into the Priest's body.

The few pustules initially on the Priest's face immediately burst open, emitting foul pus, which he quickly wiped with his clothing.

The bursting skin oozed foul toxic blood, but at least the wounds seemed to have been purified.

Yet, two stubborn pustules remained on his face, even after another purification attempt proved useless.

"Boom!"

A corpse originally that of a Cultist exploded at this moment.

The nearby Dwarves and Holy Knights couldn't anticipate this situation, with the exploding fluids and flesh landing on them.

"Retreat quickly!" Blake shouted loudly.

They quickly retreated.

Just managed to avoid several more corpse explosions.

The entire area reeked with a foul stench causing severe nausea.

"Plague Monarch, these are followers of the Plague Monarch, but... it shouldn't be this way."

Covering his mouth and nose, Bobo retreated while shrinking back.

He was so astonished because just now a few Cultists, or rather a few stronger Cultists displayed the power of [Bone Skull Master].

Why was this happening?

Could it be that two Evil Gods joined forces?

This thought made Bobo break out in a cold sweat.

The main problem was that their previous invasions from these two Evil Gods had been resolved by them, counted as grudges.

Hearing Bobo's designation, the Saintess widened her eyes slightly.

She remembered the information exchanged with the Bishop a few months ago.

Supposedly a new Evil God and its followers were discovered, called [Plague Monarch].

Unexpectedly, she saw the new Evil God's power here?

She quickly approached a Priest who had been infected.