(PS: There will be three shifts tomorrow.) ）

Before the abyss of flesh and blood, the armored charcoal prince Samion appeared at Olga's side with a strange ability, and some black mist gushed out of his body, as if he had some kind of illusion-making power, and none of the half-dragon warlocks who remained awake could not notice his presence or hear his voice.

Sarmyon's eyes were full of affection and anger, and as he reminded Olga, the palm that cracked and revealed the pale flesh inside was carefully placed on Olga's shoulder, and even the demigods could not detect that the ability was about to be activated, and he wanted to take Olga away.

"Samion!"

The title of the long interval still made the Prince of Coke fall into a short period of sluggishness.

In a trance, he seemed to have returned to that long time, and he traveled to the Slavic states as an envoy to meet for the first time Her Royal Highness Princess Olga, the most beautiful and pure princess in the world, in the grand and prosperous "Hundred Flowers Festival".

For Sarmyon, her appearance was like a blazing lightning in the darkness, like a fairy flying in the rain, and everything in this world lost its light, and her eyes as clear and pure as the stars made him lose himself directly.

From that moment on, Sarmien knew that he had to make her his wife, and even if she wanted the moon in the sky, he would take it.

"Sarmeon, I'm not leaving.

"Boom"

Olga's second sentence woke Samion from his trance.

His scorched eyes reflected Olga at this time.

She was still so beautiful, enough to make the enchanting forest banshees and the fairies of the lake around her lose their color, but what made Sarmien extremely heartbroken was that the star-clear gaze in Olga's eyes was gone, replaced by hatred, killing intent.

The target of these emotions is not him, but the name he mentions.

Abel!

Sarmeon suddenly understood something, and an irrepressible ecstasy stirred up in the depths of his soul.

But soon, it turned into worry.

Sarmeon's scorched red glow began to pour out, and he said in a hurried tone, "Olga, whatever you want to do, can you get out of here first?"

"That shameless beast has become one of the 'spirits', and he has stolen some of the power of the next powerful lord of the abyss by despicable means. ”

"These half-dragon warlocks are his minions, and now they want to reproduce the original rituals, the blood of a large number of transcendents, royal blood, and pious dependents...... They want to open the passage again, let the animal come down and continue to steal the power of the master, and he will grow stronger. ”

"Let me take you away, Olga, I won't expect you to be my wife, but please let me continue to protect you......"

The onlookers of this scene, such as Tang Qi, the old servant, and the chair of Beckfast, all sighed.

"An infatuator. ”

"Poor man who loves to the extreme. ”

"Woooooooooo......oo Fack is going to cry again, this guy reminds me of myself, my body you died so miserably. ”

Onlookers were moved, and Olga, one of the main actors, was no exception.

But it's a pity that moving is just moving, and Olga can't deceive herself.

In the face of Sarmyon's pleading, Olga shook his head firmly and said, "Samion, I need to see Abel again, I want to ask him." ”

“...... Leave quickly, you have freedom, cherish freedom, and don't lose it again because of me. ”

"No!"

Rejected again, Sarmien was in great pain, he struggled, and felt the urge to forcibly take Olga away.

But at this moment, a frenzied roar came.

In the dragon's lair, before the abyss, I don't know when, the half-dragon warlocks led by the red-lipped old woman have carved a huge magic array on the ground, and the scarlet, complex symbolic lines are densely connected.

Around the magic array, the half-dragon warlocks sat cross-legged, their heads bowed, chanting spiritually tainted syllables in the ancient Urals.

At the forefront, Vladimir, who has recovered his form, chants a similar, but fundamentally different incantation, in an obscure language that has never been seen before.

Some of the idiosyncratic syllables are unrecognizable, but the names of the gods involved are familiar.

"The Faceless One whispering in the shadows, the revivalist of the ancient dragons who control hunger and reproduction, twist endless flesh and blood...... Your most devout believers and followers pray for your coming, and I would like to offer my body and soul as a vessel for your coming, this is my glory and my ......"

"Oh no, Orr hasten away. ”

As if to verify Sarmyon's hunch, with the two chantings of Vladimir and the half-dragon warlocks.

The scarlet blood threads in the huge magic array squirmed, and they were about to burst out, cutting all the transcendents in the formation into the finest minced meat along with the royal bloodline of "Anna", squeezing all the flesh and blood, sacrificing to this dragon's lair, and opening the passage again.

This also means that the new god Abel is coming.

Just when Sarmien was extremely anxious, in the "illusion realm" he created, a snapping finger sound sounded that should not have appeared.

He turned his head suddenly, and his blackened eyes saw the tool man "Tang Wang", whom he had ignored for a long time.

But at this time, Tang Wang was showing his divine power.

Inside his eyes, fragments of the ritual emerged.

"Dragon's Lair Sacrifice Ritual: The Dragon's Lair, formed by the divine flesh and blood of Apodolas Ophelia, the vague will that controls it does not possess high intelligence, as long as it follows certain laws, sacrifices a certain degree of transcendent flesh and blood, a royal bloodline, and chants the honorific name of 'Lord of Flesh and Blood', you can gain the recognition of your will and open the internal passage. ”

"Evil God Summoning Ritual: The demigod 'Vladimir' is sacrificing himself in exchange for the brief arrival of the new god Abel...... ”

Donch ignores Vladimir, who summons Abel, and shows his power for the first time after his promotion.

At this moment, when the snapping fingers fell.

All the transcendents, including "Anna", the president's daughter, and the temporary investigators were transferred out of the ...... Before leaving, a copy of their flesh and blood was made in its entirety, replacing them with the magic circle that had been minced into minced flesh.

Due to the growth of the power of "fantasy", Tang Qi has extremely high-level reality distortion powers, and has initially crossed the boundary between the real and the unreal, and can blur, control and even change.

After doing this, the reality seems as if nothing has changed.

With the exception of Olga and Sarmyon, who were withdrawn, they saw the truth, and the picture of "cruelty" before the abyss continued.

Sarmien fell into a stupor, until Olga's voice came.

"Sarmeon, this is a merciful and loving God, who holds the power of dreams, who awakens me from my slumber, and who helps me to sustain myself, and who does not degenerate into a twisted dragon mother who crawls at the feet of Abel......"

Halfway through Olga's words, Sarmien couldn't help but kneel down and thank Donch.

Don Qi glanced at Sarmyon, as one of the owners of the authority of "true love", Don Qi could see Sarmyon's love for Olga.

Even the hatred he showed was mostly due to the influence of the dragon's nest.

He dies here, he gains some strength, but is also bound by the will of the dragon's nest.

Originally, Tang Qi subconsciously wanted to do something, but as soon as his thoughts turned, he didn't move for the time being, just smiled and signaled that something had happened.

When the "Blood Sacrifice Ritual" of the half-dragon warlocks and Vladimir's "Summoning Abel Ritual" were each halfway through, red figures suddenly appeared in this place covered in flesh and blood, and the incomparably foul smell was strange, and they revealed their bodies in the void.

Each of them was a warlock dressed in a red monk's robe.

Their faces were cold, and their killing intent surged.

Silently, the bodies of these warlocks disintegrated themselves, turning into a large number of columnar blood worms, seemingly "creatures" between the illusory and the real, and they wriggled into the bodies of all the half-dragon warlocks, and the scene that had happened in the "Vic Museum" happened again.

But this time, there was no follow-up rampage.

The half-dragons, including the red-lipped old woman, only trembled a few times after being parasitized by the blood worm, their eyes reopened and closed quickly, and the breath revealed in the gap became unfamiliar, and they were replaced, but the ritual of sacrifice continued perfectly without being interrupted.

Vladimir, who was summoning Abel, was furious and was about to speed up the summoning.

But at this moment, there was a loud bang.

The walls of the cave covered with "blood blankets" shattered, and the giant columnar worm Grigory gushed out and bit Vladimir.

Despite being in the midst of a call, as a demigod, he should have the power to kill Gregory in the blink of an eye.

But this time was different, and above Gregory's head, there stood an unfamiliar figure.

He was dressed in intricate and ornate monk's robes covered with scarlet symbols, his body was nearly a meter taller than Vladimir's, he held a peculiar red scepter in his hand, and his face was covered with tentacles, eyeballs, and bloody teeth, and the aura that poured out of his body was just stronger than Vladimir's.

His identity was revealed immediately.

"Transcendental Creature: Pope of Flesh, the current Pope of the Endless Cult of Flesh in the Slavic States, he has no name, he has given everything to the Great Lord of Flesh, and he desires to help the Lord out of captivity......"

"Despicable traitor, I deprive you of your power. ”

In a hoarse voice filled with malice, a blood-colored realm shrouded in.

In this realm, a turbulent weird blink breeds.

The fleshy tentacles pierced through Vladimir's body, and the columnar blood worms wriggled and burrowed along his ears, eyeballs, nostrils, and even the hair follicles on his skin, interrupting Vladimir's summons, and a sneak attack from a stronger demigod made him lose the lead.

As the Pope said, Vladimir's power began to be stripped away.

He tried to resist, but only for a few seconds.

The next moment, a "click" was heard, and the monster transformed by Gregory's genitals devoured Vladimir in one gulp.

The wheel-shaped bloody teeth began to cut, and the blood splattered in all directions, and the strips of minced meat fell down like "noodles".

The Flesh Pope slowly descended, took Vladimir's place, raised his scepter in both hands, and began to perform a new prayer.

"My lord, great my lord...... The ancestor of the ancient dragons, the dragon that devours the gods, the evil god who drags the stars, the spreader of chaos and madness, the master of endless flesh and blood......"

Obviously, the purpose of this pope is also to summon evil gods.

It's just that what he wants is to dominate flesh and blood.

It happened so quickly that neither Olga nor Sarmien reacted.

The Twisted Dragon Sect, which believes in the new god "Abel", was killed by the Endless Flesh Sect in a matter of seconds?

Ended so easily?

Just when the two of them fell into doubt, Tang Qi shook his head again, and a new change occurred.

"Goo~Goo"

This sound of blood bubbles surging is extremely common in the dragon's lair.

Only this time, it wasn't just blood blisters that came out.

Just above and behind the cavern, several figures composed purely of flesh and blood, perfectly fused with the dragon's lair, walked out.

Space lost its meaning when they took the first step, and instead of attacking the "flesh magicians" who opened the passage, they were targeting the Pope who had almost reached the limit of a demigod.

The moment they moved, cover also appeared.

The foul-smelling, ugly Gregory suddenly exploded, and Vladimir, who had already become minced flesh, burst out of the blood waterfall, roared in the body of a "half-dragonman", turned into a bloody shadow and rushed towards the Pope, who had already begun to pray, but the Pope's eyes flashed with disdain.

He could see Vladimir's weakness, and in the back of his head, a real "evil dragon" head was born, spraying a thin scarlet storm at Vladimir who was rushing towards him.

The storm was filled with chaos and madness, mixed with blood worms, red threads, and bone fragments, enough to strangle a demigod's body.

But at this moment, the pope's eyes widened violently as he led the revival of the Endless Flesh Sect that had been immersed in it for many years, and he seemed to see the most unlikely picture in the world.

Not only that, but if hundreds of millions of inhabitants of the Slavic states could watch the live broadcast, it would be the same at this time.

Everywhere in the Pope's body, a palm twisted in flesh and dragon scales pierced through.

The power he possesses is being stolen by madness.

The thieves, four in all, are manifesting in real human form.

Every one of the Slavic states is a celebrity, a ruler who is admired and respected by hundreds of millions of people.

Vice President Victor!

Star MP Leonid!

Military General Mikhail!

Katerina, the president's eldest daughter!

When these four people who could not have appeared appeared at the same time as "demigods", and attacked and killed the flesh and blood pope, the scene appeared.

Even Tang Qi, who had seen the traces in advance, couldn't help but show a look of surprise, he thought that it was inconceivable to corrupt a Red Square and military high-ranking person, but now it seems that he still underestimated the extent of the penetration of the Twisted Dragon Sect into the Slavic states.

The four rulers of the Slavic states are all demigod-level powerhouses.

Among them, "Katerina" was the most surprising, she had an astonishing charm on her body, her skin and hair were stained with blood, she was dressed in extremely revealing and seductive warlock robes, and she couldn't look at the shredded corpse of her sister "Anna" in the magic circle.

“...... You are all shameless blasphemers...... Believers?"

"You have betrayed the country...... You even killed your own sister......"

Under the mask of the Flesh Pope, the hoarse voice was full of unwillingness.

His accusation seemed a little pitiful at this time.

He watched as Katerina reached out her other hand and stabbed it into his chest, pulling out a large, beating heart.

Katerina, who smelled the fresh flesh with a look of fascination, replied in a voice that no male could restrain his impulse:

"It's not a betrayal, poor fellow. ”

"The great God has promised...... This kingdom, it belongs to me. ”

"Bang"

At the moment when the heart was pinched and exploded by Katerina, the flesh and blood pope, who had already accumulated the remaining strength and was about to fight back, suffered a dismemberment.