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Blood arrows erupted from the barbarian's wounds, landing in the magic symbol, and then merged into the huge symbol, and the next moment, a blood-colored light shot out from the symbol and entered the gem on the hilt of the giant sword, and the gem that shimmered red immediately became brighter and brighter, and at the same time, the trembling of the giant sword became more and more obvious, as if expressing its own pleasure.

This was the best reward for the orc elder, who cried out excitedly, chanted incantations that no one understood, and slit the throat of another sacrifice with a bone knife.

At this time, Rhaegar finally knew the true purpose of this sacrifice: it was clear that the soul of the ancestor of the orcs had to hide in that gem for some reason, but he needed a lot of life energy, and the so-called sacrifice or celebration was actually a ritual of life energy to sacrifice to him.

At its suggestion, the orc elder stopped slaughtering the other sacrifices and returned to where he had been, chanting loudly a hymn to his ancestors in order to keep his fellow citizens in a frenzy, while behind him, the lost sacrifices still stood in place, completely ignorant of their impending fate.

Blinded by the firelight, Rhaegar silently moved directly above the magic symbol, and the geist swooped down like lightning, dashing into the jewel on the greatsword before the orcs in charge of guarding the sacrifice could realize it.

For any form of soul being, the size of the material volume is not a problem, they can live in a wide world, they can also move freely in a grain of dust, some powerful beings can even use their spiritual power to design their own world in certain materials, when Rhaegar, who entered the gem, saw the surrounding golden palace, the geist who knew this was not surprised at all.

"Who are you?" a deep, deep voice came from the only throne in the palace, the owner of which was a middle-aged orc, his tall body wrapped in animal skins that were no match for a luxurious palace, a bony scepter in his hand, and his eyes shining with a terrifying light were staring only at the uninvited guest in front of him.

"Orc Ancestor, Konovins?" Rhaegar asked, looking straight into the other's eyes, word by word, before striding towards the other, black flames of judgment appearing around him at the same time.

"You're him!" The Orc Ancestor screamed in horror, "Damn, you can't be him, he's gone!" he frantically raised the bone staff in his hand and fired a bolt of lightning at Rhaeggar.

The thick, dazzling lightning struck Rhaeggar's black-flamed body with precision and vanished without a trace, adding to Knovins' fear, and the Orc Ancestor slammed to his feet, frantically waving his bone staff.

"You don't want to destroy me!" he roared, the desire to survive triumphing over the fear of the subject, and the orc ancestor rushed towards Rhaegar like an angry bull.

Rhaegar stood silently, his right hand, burning with the flame of judgment, slowly raised, ready to deliver a fatal blow to his opponent.

Countless poisonous snakes suddenly burst out of the ground at the geist's feet without warning, their lower bodies still connected to the ground, their upper half at least two meters tall standing tall, sharp fangs enveloping his whole body from different directions, and at the same time, on the luxuriously decorated ceiling, dozens of red rays carrying the power of destruction intertwined into a huge web of death. Shoot at Rhaeggar.

A smile of trium appeared on the corners of Konovins's mouth, this orc ancestor with a partial soul of a god was not as reckless as he looked on the outside, in his lifetime, countless enemies were defeated by his men because they were deceived by appearances, and at this moment, this disguise of his has once again succeeded - this is his world, everything is under his control, even the subject, in the case of being attracted by himself, in the face of this surprise attack that gathers the power of the entire world, absolutely cannot escape.

But he did not relax because of this, Knovins, who inherited part of the memory of the God of Judgment, knew the gap between each other, as the core of the soul and consciousness, the subject had an incomparable advantage in the face of other soul fragments, which had nothing to do with its own strength, but was determined by the division of labor and status in the original soul, the ancestor of the orcs held the bone staff high, mobilizing the energy of the whole body, ready to attack the opponent at any time.

Rhaegar was still staring at Knowvins with a blank face, seemingly completely unaware of the flanking blows from both sides, his hand still slowly but firmly rising upward, a fireball condensed from the fire of judgment gradually forming in his hand.

The Viper and the Ray came into contact with the geist at about the same moment, but they were unable to break through the Flame of Judgment, melting all the flames, including energy, and turning all attacks into nothingness in an instant.

Konovins' heart fell from the sky into the abyss in an instant, the attack just now had consumed most of the energy he had accumulated over the years, he believed that even the true gods could not easily dodge such an attack in this world that belonged to him, and he even fantasized about devouring the latter's power after defeating the main body, and then getting rid of the cage that had bound him for nearly 10,000 years, but the reality ruthlessly shattered his dream.

"You don't want to get my power!" the orc ancestor let out a final roar, and in an instant, the entire palace turned into dust in his roar, and the power that he had used to build his own world was all received by him in his soul at this moment, and this huge energy was too much for him to bear, and Konovins felt like a ball full of air, which would explode at the slightest touch.

But this result was exactly what he wanted, and in the chaotic space inside the gem, the soul of the orc ancestor turned into a blinding white light, shooting like lightning towards his main body.

Rhaegar was still unmoved by Konovins' attempt to die together, his hand finally raised high enough, and the next moment, the fireball formed by the Flame of Judgment flew out of his hand, facing the white light containing immense energy.

The earth-shattering explosion that Konovins had expected did not materialize, and when he came into contact with the Flame of Judgment, he felt an irresistible force coming from the fireball, and at the same time, a voice full of supreme majesty sounded in his ears: "Verdict Result, Soul Disintegration." ”

The Flame of Judgment, which only the subject possessed, faithfully carried out their master's orders, and they soon found the core part of the Orc Ancestor's soul that belonged to the core of the Rhaegar's soul fragments, and through many obstacles, transmitted instructions from the subject, while scorching the rest of Konovins' soul and weakening the suppression of the soul fragments.

Engraved in the depths of Knovins's soul, the nature of unconditional obedience to the subject was awakened at this moment, instinct and reason engaged in a fierce battle within his soul, and with the help of the fire of judgment, the returning instinct finally triumphed over the reason that remained independent, and the soul of the ancestor of the orcs disintegrated, and the derivative parts that carried the self-consciousness and thought, along with the infinite energy it gathered, all disintegrated into countless tiny particles and disappeared into space, leaving only the purest fragments of the soul belonging to the god of judgment flying towards Rhaeggar。

From the start, Konowings made a fatal mistake: he overestimated his abilities. Although some of God's souls have given him more strength and wisdom than his peers, and even allowed him to master magic that orcs have never been able to master, the ancestor of the orcs, who lost his body prematurely due to an accident and had to hide in gems to escape the attraction of the undead and the underworld, while relying on life energy to maintain this state, has not been able to fully realize the potential in his soul. In fact, he even consciously suppressed his progress because he was afraid of the awakening of his instincts, which made his spiritual power only maintain at the level of a mage at about the beginning of the seventh order for nearly 10,000 years, even if Rhaegar did not use his identity as a subject, his own strength alone was enough to defeat him head-on.

The geist withdrew the Flame of Judgment from outside his body, allowing the fragment of his soul to fly into his body, and then he left the space inside the gem and returned to the cave where the orcs held their rituals.

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