It turned out that from the very beginning, they fell into hallucinations.

The entrance hole was open, and the entrance mechanism that had been thought to have been destroyed was intact, and the sound of people fighting each other outside was endless.

Horse. Corbio was frantically wielding a scimitar in the distance, his body was dripping with blood, and the corpses of the royal court guards were poured around, and the severed limbs and stumps could be seen everywhere, and all the wounds were caused by the scimitar.

"Marat, stop!"

Despite his predictions, Moradin couldn't help but change color.

"-No!"

Horse. Corbio woke up and saw the scene in front of him, his anger disintegrated his reason, and blood occupied his eyes!

"Calm down! Martin, don't fall for it! ”

Moradin's warning came too late.

With a roar of the tiger, his most loyal captain turned into a werewolf and pounced on him like a frenzy, only to stop a few steps in front of Moradin, and the beast's pupils were briefly clear, and then occupied by chaos.

The secret controller seemed to know that Moradin was Marat's death hole, and the beastly Marat roared angrily, did not attack Moradin again, and turned around and pounced on the entrance of the secret passage!

"Mara !!"

Moradin was furious, and the blood vessels on the surface of his skin protruded and contracted.

But he still has a trace of clarity, forcibly soothes the soul of the one-horned white lion beast, presses the urge to become a beast, and controls himself not to fall into the trap of the other party.

After a long time, the one-horned white lion finally calmed down, and Moradin said in a deep voice:

"The Enchanted Daughter of Luluth?"

“…… Yes, after all these years, Kronos. Flange. Shredded. Demer's bloodline is not completely degenerate......"

Similar words.

Opposite meaning.

With the gentle female voice of the low magnetism, a figure almost identical to the previous witch emerged.

The reason why I say almost is because this figure looks exactly the same and dresses, but the temperament is completely different from before.

If the previous one was irresistibly charming, then this one can't make people feel the charm at all, as if returning to the basics, on the surface, it is completely impossible to see that she is Lulus who has inherited the blood of succubus.

The snow-white hands clapped softly, and the witch seemed to be very satisfied with the good show before.

Moradin knew that the other party wanted to provoke him and suppressed his anger, but when he saw the other party's face, his heart sank.

The Daughters of Charm have been famous for their charm in the past generations, each with their own characteristics, but the Charm Daughter who completely converges on the state of charm, Moradin has only heard of one, that is, the only one in history who has successfully advanced to the legend of Lulus -

Cotillard. Lulus.

The era of his activity coincided with the reign of his ancestor Cronus the Great.

It is said that Cotillard. Lulus has received a mystical inheritance, and she is the greatest and only virgin of the Lulus family, which is known for its debauchery.

Although he didn't know why the aura on the other party's body was only a half-step legend, the same as himself, but as soon as he saw this female demon clan and the totem representing the virgin on her face, Moradin confirmed the identity of the other party.

The other party did not have good intentions, but before going to war, he had to figure out one thing first.

"Why, why did you attack us!"

The sound of fighting outside was incessant, and the strong smell of blood continued to spread, indicating that the Ice Plains Demon Clan was dying out in a cannibalistic battle, and even if Moradin tried his best to restrain himself, he still felt uncontrollable anger.

The Terrans are their worst enemies, why would the demons of the Demon Realm slash at them first after entering Kreel!

The female demon clan's eyes showed pity, and she lightly opened her red lips and said in a low voice:

"By the oracle of our Lord, Hades. Flange. Shredded. Demel blasphemed my god, slain all his blood, and sacrificed to the demon god! ”

"-No! No way!!! ”

Moradin's eyes were torn:

"Our God will not forsake us! Our God will not forsake us! You lied to me! You lied to me!!! ”

Even before the extinction of the clan, Moradin was still able to maintain a trace of calm, but the words of the female demon shattered his reason.

The demons are deceitful and infighting, but no demon god believer will use the demon god to make up lies!

The Demon God gave up on them, and issued an oracle to exterminate the Demer bloodline!

It's ridiculous that this qiē is still because of that traitor!

"- It's not fair! It's not fair!!! ”

Despair, unwillingness, resentment, hatred...... The outbreak of negativity finally drowned out the sanity of this last emperor.

He roared, and the one-horned white lion beast soul burst out with great soul power, and pounced on Cotillard. Lulus.

……

Moradin, who had lost his mind, did not have the senses to attack the "enemy" in his eyes, Cotillard. Lulus's true form floated calmly in the air, screaming as Moradin slashed at the wall.

Below her, the Ice Plains demons were like walking corpses, still destroying and attacking frantically, flesh and blood spreading a thick sticky carpet on the ground.

No one noticed that as soon as the blood oozing from the flesh and wounds touched the ground, it was like a possessed spirit, and it automatically flowed and merged, as if there was an invisible hand operating, and the blood of thousands of demons spread a huge rudimentary form of a sacrificial circle on the ground of the Shura Field.

The arrangement of the circle came to an end, and Cotillard. Lulus's face also turned pale, a thin sweat appeared on his forehead, and a pair of magical eyes flashed with strange light.

In this killing, she was not as easy as she seemed.

“…… Formation! ”

Bite the tip of your tongue and break through a mist of blood, Cotillard. Lulus snorted.

In the sacrificial blood array, except for Moradin, all the demons who were still fighting suddenly froze, whether they had just been stabbed or had just bitten off the blood vessels of another Ice Plains Demon Clan.

Their eyes suddenly cleared, and they remembered the previous qiē!

They killed their wives and children, their parents, their comrades, and their people!

"Ahh!!!!h

All the Icewon demons are going crazy!

What made them even more crazy was that in the next second, they found that they couldn't control their bodies.

Although they could all see each other's clarity and fear from the eyes of their fellow clans opposite, each demon body became a marionette.

The development of the sacrifice made of blood emitted an ominous blood light, and all the living demons stood up calmly, and those who could not stand up crawled on the ground.

One by one, they retrieved their severed limbs from the nearby flesh and blood, and if they couldn't find them, they just found a corpse and cut it down and picked it up for themselves; The disemboweling demon pulled back the dragged intestines, stuffed them into his stomach, wiped a handful of plasma with his hand, and pasted it on his stomach; The demons who had lost their eyes and ears fumbled around, stuffing knuckle bones and the like into blood holes to replace lost organs......

These demons have never hated the powerful physique given by God.

Even if they were in pain to the point of fainting, and the blood in their bodies was about to run out, every time they woke up from the fainting, the demons found that their bodies were still moving, lined up in an orderly manner, and their bodies had not stopped breathing.

Every demon clan was tortured to the point of madness.

It's like purgatory.

They were so desperate that they began to prayed in their hearts to the unknown accuser, to let them die soon.

At the same time, a power like black smoke that most people could not see floated out of these ice demons.

Cotillard. Lulus looked at the black orbs that gathered together and nodded in satisfaction.

"Very well, the more extreme it is, the purer the negative feelings that are squeezed, and these fears, despairs, and resentments, my lord will surely like them."

She regretted:

"It's a pity, it's just that the number of people is a little smaller! But it doesn't matter, after this sacrifice, I can recover at least one-third of my strength, and when the time comes, ......"

Licking her red lips, her eyes flashed blood-red.

Thinking of this, she waved her hand, and those demon puppets immediately took action, looking around for severed limbs and stump arms, and set up a simple altar in the middle of the sacrificial blood array paved with flesh and blood.

Cotillard. When the altar began to be built, Lulus had already fallen, and at this time he walked to the front of the altar, respectfully took out a statue of a demon god, and enshrined it in the middle of the altar.

The altar of the Desperate Blood Sacrifice does not need to be formal, and the more brutal and bloody it is, the more it can please the Demon God.

After the altar was erected, the demon puppet carried the fainting Moradin to the altar, and then all the demon puppets gathered in front of the altar.

Cotillard. Lulus stepped back, bowed meticulously, and saluted, and all the demon puppets involuntarily knelt down, their eyes revealing deep fear and despair.

Cotillard. Lulus prayed aloud:

"My supreme demon god Thor!

You are the god of our people, the source of chaos, the symbol of fire and slaughter!

I will follow your Lord, walk in your ways, and contribute the souls and flesh of these lowly ones to please you......"

Behind her, the prostrate Ice Plains demons stood up, facing each other in pairs.

Their eyes revealed incomparable despair, but they involuntarily stretched out their claws, plunged into the chest of the demon on the other side, and grabbed a heart that was still beating.

The Ice Plains Demon Clan has a strong physique, and it is even better to survive in the fight so far, they are not dead for a while, and they watched the opposite Demon Clan slowly tighten their fingers.

Puff puff......

The sound of popping is endless.

The Icefield Demon Clan had killed countless Terrans in this way, and now they had died in the same way.

The smell of blood was so strong that it was almost impossible to breathe, and the negative feelings such as despair, madness, and resentment reached its peak at this moment, and countless resentful and unwilling black souls floated out and merged into the smoke-like black balls.

Cotillard. Lulus didn't move, and the last of the Ice Demons stepped up to the altar, their claws reaching out for Moradin.

At this moment, perhaps sensing the imminence of death, Moradin suddenly woke up.

Unable to move, his gaze swept over the people in front of him, the bloody sacrifice under the altar, and fell to Cotillard. On Lulus's body, his eyes suddenly returned to clarity.

"Cloning?"

"Even the soul has not completely matched with the physical body, you must have just died not long ago, and you haven't regained your strength yet! No wonder he didn't dare to show up directly. ”

His eyes suddenly became fierce:

"You want to use the bloodstains to gain divine grace and speed up the soul body fit!"

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