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Chapter 201 The Ceremony of the Blood God Cult

Khalifa's eyes lost focus, and he stared blankly at the pieces of flesh that collapsed everywhere after the incarnation of the Storm God died, and even some of it spilled on him.

The great and invincible Storm God has fallen? He was defeated by the first-generation Storm Guardian without any decent resistance, no, to be precise, it was the Storm War Spirit.

The thought of the gods' defeat was like a whisper from the abyss, constantly echoing in his mind. The scene of Talos' final death in his incarnation also tortured his tense nerves.

Not far away, Qiao Yang noticed Khalifa who was on the verge of collapse, with a smile on his face, Lao Deng, is this unacceptable? There is still a pinch behind!

He waved to Lillian and waited until she came over before ordering:

Take Nia back to rest, she is tired.

Leave it to me, my lord~

Lillian scratched Qiao Yang's palm with her barbed tail. Even though she was a high-level devil and her evolved bloodline was nobler, the things in her bones could not be changed. If she didn't have a lot to do every day, she would They all wish they could grow up on someone.

The chase in the Temple of Storms ended in a way that no one expected. Whether calculated or not, the Temple of Storms did not achieve any results. After all, the leader of the team rebelled the fastest, and the remaining deputy captain of the legendary Storm Guards There is also no way to save it.

Originally, he couldn't beat him one on one, but the crew members who perfectly implemented Qiao Yang's will were fighting in groups without any moral ethics. In just three or five breaths, he was tied into a rice dumpling by the crew members with magic ropes. Throwing him into a dungeon, he wouldn't be able to display even a single bit of his strength.

As for the captains who came from thousands of miles away, their intestines were now green with regret, and they all turned into quails, with their heads shrinking, expecting to be farted.

It's just that the ideal is very full and the reality is very skinny. If it were other people, it might be okay, but if he offends Qiao Yang, hey, the end doesn't seem to be good.

In the end, the only threatening high priest, Khalifa, lost his will to fight at this time. He was like a walking zombie. He could only repeat impossible, as if he was frightened and could not accept the reality at all. How could a legend be strong? The appearance of the person.

Qiao Yang has no interest in taking action against those who have lost their resistance, nor is he interested in subduing them. Although he can directly modify his will, he must die for the sake of the subsequent plan.

So Qiao Yang just ordered people to cut off his limbs, pick out the tendons, and pull out the tongue. After all, he was a legendary priest. Now that Talos had also awakened, he knew what methods he didn't know.

He has always been steady and will nip any risks in the bud.

Call it done, kill all the captains in the barrier, put the loot into the warehouse, use the corpses to replenish the energy of the reincarnation pool, and make the rest into meat fertilizer. The Blood Demon Tree will be harvested soon, and...

After that, Qiao Yang returned to his busy work, issuing orders in an orderly manner.

As you command!

The few legends who had been idle and had no chance to take action showed bloodthirsty looks. I thought that there would be a few strong men worthy of fighting in the Temple of Storms, but I didn't expect that there were only four legends in total, and two of them actually surrendered. This is very dry.

Within a moment, endless screams were heard, far or near, extremely shrill, which made a listener sad and made the listener cry, but it was definitely not worthy of sympathy.

People always have to pay the price for their choices. Most of these people have malicious intentions and only have a few goals. Needless to say, everyone knows it.

However, there are also a very small number of people who join in the fun without knowing what is going on. They are considered to have suffered a lot. There is nothing to say about this. It is not possible to join in all the fun in the endless sea, because you can't blame others for this matter even if you die.

As the killings spread, a large amount of blood flowed in the sea. Different from the past, the blood did not mix with the seawater to form a suspended matter, but merged into a crystal ball the size of a human head, presenting a strange scene.

This is naturally Qiao Yang's handiwork. The crystal ball is a special alchemy tool, presented by Ke Song, the only designated alchemist master of the Black Candle Fleet.

The function is as seen, collect blood, purify it, and use it as raw materials for alchemy, consumables for special plants, etc. Many plants that can grow in special environments don't need anything else but blood, so take this opportunity to collect them.

If those so-called decent people knew what he had done, they would definitely beat him into the ranks of demons, especially those holy warriors whose brains were caught in the door. Even if they just heard about this, they would probably be angry. Having trouble sleeping and eating.

Such extremely evil behavior undoubtedly stimulated the captains who were still alive. They screamed devils while scurrying around like headless flies. Finally, they were intercepted by the agile and elegant warship, and then they were brutally massacred.

The killing continued from morning to night. During this period, due to the protection of the barrier built when Talos came, people outside had no idea what was happening inside.

While staring curiously, he secretly regretted why he was a step too late. Now the whole place was reserved and he couldn't even drink the soup.

Such thoughts came to light until a picture inside the barrier was circulated. Burning shipwrecks, severed limbs, minced meat, and uncollected blood formed a scene of hell that made people tremble with fear.

At first everyone thought that someone went to the secret realm of the ancient battlefield, but they were told that this was the scene when the Temple of Storms was chasing the newcomer.

I've told you a long time ago that the people in the Temple of Storms are a bunch of lunatics. Now, let the lunatics chop them all down.

Some people mistakenly thought that this was another illness in the Temple of Storms. After all, it was not the first time that a similar situation had occurred. They were habitual criminals and had done such things as mass killings. There were often unlucky captains who did nothing but just passed by. He died under the butcher's knife of these executioners.

It doesn't look right, these guys are just lunatics, not perverts, and the minced meat here doesn't look like their style.

Does anyone know that horn? I have some impression, but I can't remember it.

Roughly speaking, it looks a bit like a creature from the Nine Hells, but there are not many devils with horns as big as this. Could it be that the newcomer summoned a big devil? Otherwise, there is no reason for the scene to be so tragic.

Just when people were talking about it, the second picture was thrown out. Compared to the first picture, which was high-definition and uncensored, this one was much blurry.

However, any scholar who has done a little research on the Nine Hells will recognize the owner of the body at first glance.

With a strong body, broad wings, and a heavy sword burning with flames, he is just like a hell fiend.

Damn, it's a true prophecy. Is that newcomer really connected to the Nine Hells?

That's not the case. Otherwise, it makes no sense. Why would he be targeted by the Temple of Storms?

This is the first time I have seen such a powerful Hell Fiend. Do you think this can't be the descendant of a certain Demon Archduke?

The devil knows. Those who know may have seen ghosts now.

The guy in the picture is Basque. As a member of the top evil creatures, it is naturally impossible to do without it.

It was not until the moon reached the zenith that the barrier condensed by the incarnation of Talos gradually dissipated, releasing the demons that had been sealed inside for a long time.

What’s interesting is that the captains who originally surrounded this place seemed to have reached a consensus. This newly qualified captain was not as easy to mess with as expected from experience. Even a powerful force like the Temple of Storms was trapped here. They were so delicate. Forget about guys with thin arms and legs.

However, they have no intention of revealing detailed clues on the public channel. This level of intelligence involves legends and is worth a lot of money. No one is willing to make easy extra money.

With the map provided by Valier, the Blood Sea fleet headed towards the destination at full speed, dismantling the enemy's main armed forces. What was left was not just a house raid, this basic process still had to be followed.

At the same time, somewhere in the endless sea.

Unnamed island.

The dead forest exudes an ominous aura of death. There is not even an ant here, and even the birds in the sky are unwilling to take even a step closer and choose to go around.

The strong aura of negative energy and depravity surrounds this place. Logically speaking, life cannot exist here. However, according to the sound of iron being struck day and night, it can be known that there are not only people here, but also more than one. Otherwise, it would be impossible to build a flesh and blood factory.

Looking along a path that seemed to be frequently traveled, there was an ajar door at the end. This is where the sound comes from.

When will our work end?

I don't know. You have to follow the meaning above. Okay, stop complaining and continue drawing spells. Twenty of them a day. I really don't want people to rest.

The two people who seemed to be workers chatted for a while, exhaled the last breath of white smoke in their lungs, coughed twice and returned to the factory.

The sound of hammering became more and more intense, and a faint rhythm could be heard in it, which was strange and strange.

Following the worker's perspective, we can finally see part of the entire interior.

Mechanical labor, repeated cycles, numbness of the limbs, and stiff muscles.

The coats the workers were wearing seemed to be of this color, and the torso, skin, blood vessels, and organs were all stained with some color.

Their eyes have long lost their light, and even the breath of life is very weak. They look like humans, but in fact they are no different from dead people.

As if to paralyze oneself, only by breaking through the hardness and turning the vitality into inorganic by the coldness can one briefly illuminate oneself and add some oil to the dying body.

Burning emotions turned into fuel for waving arms, and then turned into new emotions by chopping, chopping, and chopping again and again.

If Purgatory could come here, it would probably be a feast for the eyes. The various smells of original sin were so strong that they even turned into reality, and some monsters were born out of thin air.

It sounds a little unbelievable. It is really unbelievable for a monster with such an abstract concept to appear in the material plane, but if all the conditions are met, it is not difficult to give birth to an original sin creature.

The origin of the workers is unknown, but the spells they created are real and reliable, and they have the power to corrupt people just by looking at them.

Almost every few minutes in the factory, one of them would be backlashed by the spell and transformed into a monster with no specific appearance.

If Qiao Yang were here, he would find that the appearance of this monster is almost the same as the existence that wanted to devour him in the dream. It is not known whether it is a clone of the original body or a new individual.

It is obvious that there is an unknown existence planning a big wave, and no one can stay away from it.

On the other side, a middle-aged man wearing a blood-colored leather coat with eager eyes yelled at the open space not far away:

How long will it take? If you dare to lie to me, let alone the Blood God Sect, even those big sects will not be able to survive here.

The blood high priest was not angry at all after being yelled at, and pointed at the woman lying in the crystal coffin.

Look, as long as you have enough spells, it's quite easy to resurrect a mortal.

The woman's appearance was not top-notch, but her gentle and pleasant temperament remained even after death. She must have been a very approachable person during her lifetime.

Following the direction of the Blood High Priest's finger, the man's eyes showed excitement. The woman's fingers moved, and the long-lost vitality appeared.

Great, this way I can resurrect my most beloved woman. Even if I pay a huge price in the process, as long as she comes back, nothing will matter anymore.

What other orders do you have?

After confirming that the woman is no longer in danger for her life, the middle-aged man has returned to his former elegant demeanor, and the temperament of a superior person has naturally returned.

The most important thing is that his tone is much kinder and he sounds much easier to talk to.

We are almost ready. When the final finishing work is completed, I can let you watch a good show.

The Blood High Priest's eyes became more and more fanatical, and he glanced at the moon in the sky. The curve of his mouth was strange and ferocious. It was definitely the most classic smile in horror movies.

Then I'll wait and see.

The middle-aged man didn't realize at all why his beloved woman suddenly fell ill or had a complicated disease that she couldn't wake up from, and why this group of people came by such a coincidence.

In other words, he could see that what he did later was nothing more than nature.

As time passed, the woman in the crystal coffin became more and more rosy, echoing the moon in the sky. The two formed a cycle, and a large amount of moonlight power circulated, even lowering the nearby temperature by several degrees.

A large number of bloody spells were moved out by workers and placed in specific locations.

Soon, when the last spell was arranged, the Blood High Priest came to preside over the ceremony.

Let's get started~

As he finished speaking, the ceremony began.

The power corresponding to such a complex ritual is certainly not small, but even the steps of a small wish-making technique are not that complicated, so there must be other purposes behind it.

The middle-aged man came outdoors, looked at the moon in the sky, and then at his beloved wife. His expression suddenly changed, as if he had thought of something, but he was worried that there were other people present, so he abruptly finished the second half of the sentence. Swallowed.

The ceremony lasted for an hour, as the moon reached its zenith.