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Thousands of captured slaves had been slaughtered, and the sound of the curse had come to an abrupt end with the sharp blades that had been chopping down. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this time, the entire Persian army camp had fallen into silence.

However, the previous terrible curse that sounded like a demon did not seem to dissipate, but still flowed in the air with a palpitating sense of fear.

Many of the soldiers in the barracks all stood silently, their expressions all very strange.

After all, no matter who it was, even the soldiers would not shudder when faced with such a large-scale killing and blood sacrifice at this time. The life-and-death kills and endless blood on the battlefield are completely different from this situation at this time!

At this moment, the gazes of countless soldiers looking at Xerxes had become extremely complicated.

However, as if he hadn't noticed anything, the god-king slowly stood up from his throne with a cold face. His eyes looked at the pit that had been soaked in a terrifying amount of blood.

At this time, many warriors of all races standing in the pit had already sensed that something was wrong. After all, so much blood had flowed into the pit, and it had even drowned their ankles. This strange scene even these warriors are secretly frightened.

It's just that their own identities can't do anything, they can only wait for the next thing with a panicked face.

"Why don't you start yet?" Xerxes, who stood up, looked at those wizards with a cold face, and his mood at this time was definitely as bad as it could be.

If he was still in the same mood as if he didn't care about it in the past, at this time, he was promised to hurt and saw that there was no hope of revenge, and this god-king was simply shuddering at the bloody curse of the dying slaves before him.

Although he looked like there was nothing wrong with it on the surface. But in fact, only he knew that the fear in his heart was constantly haunting him like a demon.

Xerxes could feel that it was not that he didn't want to kill him before he made a promise, but that he was just letting him go for the time being.

Xerxes knew very well the power of the promise. If he really wanted his life, it would be useless to flee to the ends of the earth.

The fear of death and the desire for life greatly stimulated the god-king, who had previously thought he was omnipotent.

And the desperate curse of the slaves who were as low as dirt just now seemed to show him their next fate!

Although I don't know why I was promised to be let go temporarily, I couldn't escape the fate of death in his hands after all.

If he really died, then he would be no different from so many lowly slaves who had no brains in front of him. To be dead is to be dead. All the wealth, power, fame, and women of his life have become a thing of the past.

Xerxes, fearful of this terrible fate, can only solve this terrible future by killing the promise that brought him an unprecedented threat.

Therefore, at this time, Xerxes could no longer care about anything for his own fate.

However, the sorcerers' answers made the god-king frown again.

"The Great God-King." The sorcerer, whose whole body was shrouded in mysterious robes, spoke in an unusually harsh voice, "The blood used for the sacrifice is not enough to summon a powerful demon god. ”

"You can as much as you want." Xerxes's face was cold, and his words seemed to be fluttering. However, what he said made everyone shudder: "There are a lot of people here, and you can kill as many as you need." ”

In order to avoid the fate of being killed by the promise, Xerxes has fallen into madness.

If the blood used in the sacrifice is not enough, it is replenished by capturing people from vassal states and conquered tribes. If the vassal states and conquered tribes were not enough, he would even use the Persians to fill the hole!

On the premise that his own life is at stake, everything else is meaningless. In Xerxes's view, only one's own life is the most important.

Under the terrified gaze of many Persian soldiers, a large number of soldiers from vassal states were forcibly captured and then beheaded in rows. Then their blood was poured into the huge pit again.

It wasn't until the blood in the pit had already spilled into the calves of the warriors of all races inside that the wizards who shrouded their bodies under terrible robes nodded in satisfaction.

There was an intolerable smell of blood in the air. The smell was so strong that even veterans of the Battle-Hardened War could not stand it.

As the sorcerers began to use all kinds of strange props and chant incantations that no one could understand to perform the blood ritual, almost all the Persian soldiers stayed away. They just couldn't stand the terrible atmosphere.

Dark clouds gradually sprung up in the originally clear sky, obscuring the sunlight and as if blocking all the warmth.

Many of the sacrificial utensils in the pit that had been placed in special positions in advance began to change unusually. Or it starts to shake, or it starts to glow weirdly.

Moreover, the viscous blood that had almost gathered into a lake began to 'gurgle~' and bubble like boiling water.

The warriors of all races, who had been distracted by strange things before, could no longer bear it. They screamed and rushed around, trying to get out of the eerie pit.

However, this time is already too late.

The warriors suddenly realized that they couldn't pull their legs out of the pool of blood, which they didn't know when. They couldn't even move now, let alone climb up the pit and escape.

The viscous blood in the pit gushed like boiling water, and the rising temperature caused the warriors to roar in anger.

Their blood-soaked legs had begun to decay, and they could even feel the blood seeping desperately into their bodies.

The strange red mist began to surge, enveloping almost the entire pit in a layer of bright red mist.

In desperation, one of the frightened people drew his weapon and severed his legs, trying to crawl out with his hands.

However, after losing the support of his legs, his whole body fell directly into a pool of blood, and after waving his arms and struggling a few times, he completely disappeared into the churning pool of blood.

'Knock~Knock~Knock~' At this time, many wizards on the pit were throwing headless corpses with the help of their slaves, and the red blood mist churned in the pit. At the same time, the wizards were still throwing something into the pit. The whole pit was like a boiled cauldron.

Many of the warriors of all tribes in the pit wailed bitterly, cursing or scolding, but not one of them begged for mercy.

The performance of those slaves before was seen in the eyes, and these warriors would rather die like this than behave worse than slaves and insult their reputation.

In the distance, the soldiers of those tribes looked at the Persians with hatred in their eyes, as if they wanted to eat them alive along with their belts and bones. It is an honor for a warrior to die on the battlefield, but it is the greatest insult to die like this!

At this moment, the hearts of resistance were already churning in the chests of these people.

As a large number of corpses were thrown into the boiling pit, the blood-colored mist became more and more intense, and it was impossible to see what was going on inside. Except for being able to hear those mournful shouts.

I don't know how long it took when all the corpses were thrown into the pit. The roaring in the pit finally subsided.

Immediately, an extremely cold and dark terrifying aura enveloped the entire earth pit. In the big pit shrouded in blood-colored mist, various swaying figures faintly appeared, and the breath felt very terrifying.

"Huh?" In the hot spring pass, Xu Nuo, who was feasting, paused his movements, and turned to look in the direction of the Persian military camp in the distance.

With Promise's sensory acuity, even the energy fluctuations that occurred far away in the Persian military camp could not be avoided by him.

"This power..."Xu Promise put down the still fragrant piece of meat in his hand, and narrowed his eyes slightly, "It feels really cold enough, and it's very evil." It bears a resemblance to the aura of the Demon Lord Sauron. ”

The aura of the demon lord Sauron is pure evil, not mixed with a trace of anything else, completely evil. And this was the atmosphere that Promise felt from the Persian barracks in the distance.

"What's wrong?" Leonidas, who was holding a long piece of meat in both hands, looked at Promise and asked.

"Let's finish what we have as soon as possible." Xu Promise smiled, "It seems that the God King didn't know what a group of monsters had summoned from some corner. I guess it won't be long before they come. ”

Just like the promise said, just over ten minutes later. When Promise and the Spartan Red Pants had eaten up the food in their hands and rushed to the hot spring pass, they saw a group of extremely strange bodies moving towards them.

"It's really evil enough." After promising to see those figures clearly, the expression on his face was very strange.

The figures walking towards him with heavy steps were somewhat similar to the monsters that Promise had seen in the Resident Evil world.

Just look at their gray skin, their dark and desperate aura, and their eyes that have lost all their lustre. can feel that these are walking dead without a trace of humanity.

Although they were walking dead, they kept walking in the direction of the hot spring pass as if they were controlled by some secret way. There are thousands of them.

"What is this?" The Spartans couldn't see it, but Promise could feel a strange wave of energy in the bodies of the walking dead, like an invisible long line that stretched far backwards to the Persian barracks.

"Is it a puppet control? Or mind control? Xu Promise raised his hand and pinched his chin, and began to think about how these walking dead were controlled.

As for the threat of these things, promise to care about the threat of a bunch of strong zombies?