Winter Frostbone indifferently looked at the white dragons being slaughtered one by one on the altar like fish on a chopping board, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes.

They were nailed to the altar, and the Frost Giant took an ice hammer and smashed the white dragon's tailbone, limbs, and torso into minced flesh, and finally smashed the skull to death with a whimper of pain.

Frostbone's eyes did not see the meaning of half a year's pity, but were filled with a kind of fanaticism for the supreme being.

It was an evil ritual for the priest to wrath the lord, and even if he communicated with the powerful Abyss Lord, he needed to use blood sacrifices as a medium.

"The great god of frost giants, Koschurch, your devout devotees with the flesh and soul of seventeen white dragon reptiles, hereby call to you that war is coming, and I beseech you to send down oracles and guidance to show the way for your devotees."

The prayers of the frost bones are mixed with complex abyssal and giant languages, blood strangely forms all kinds of evil symbols, and the soul follows a special "pipe" to the abyss commanded by the angry lord with the power of fervent faith.

A god standing tall in the sky above the snowfield was projected, his vague silhouette revealing a transcendent mystery, and only a pair of eyes that looked like ice blue flames looked down on the earth with a merciless gaze.

The unusually heavy divine power pervaded, and even the howling wind and snow in the air stopped.

Frostbone knelt down with a frenzied face, the reason why he worshipped Koschurch instead of Solem was simply that he could really feel the presence of the angry lord, and as long as he paid enough "price", he could listen to the oracle of the true god "all the time".

Of course, he is a frost giant whose strength reigns supreme, and believes in the iron law that if you want to gain power, you must pay a price.

Therefore, the set of the Angry Lord was very much to his liking.

"My gods, what is it that calls my true name?" The giant spoke, his voice carrying some kind of mantra.

"The great god of frost giants, Koschurch, under your guidance, I have ruled the entire snowfield, and now all the frost giants in front of you are your devout believers, as for the heresy of believing in Solem, they have long been executed by me, and the filthy souls will go to the abyss and become the lowest Tanari demons, and they will never be able to turn over."

Winter Frostbone said in awe.

"Well done, Frostbone, you draw strength from hatred and anger, and sure enough, it was a perfect decision to make you my god in Elbaf in the first place."

The sound of the soul suppressing sounded in this icy and snowy land.

"I am waiting for you to lead the Rin Legion to take this plane, and then I will help you ignite the divine fire, give you the supreme priesthood, and you will become my right-hand man, and I will jointly dominate this universe."

"I will fight for this goal all my life, my true God."

Frostbone paused, "However, the Winter Legion is currently in trouble. ”

"Are you talking about the Red Dragon that ruined your previous reputation? With your strength, even an ancient red dragon will not be your opponent. ”

"No, it's the undead, my supreme god."

"Undead?"

Coschurch fell silent for a moment, and the undead reminded him of a nasty guy.

His name is Immortal Emperor Orcas, and his life story bears a certain resemblance to that of Coschurch.

Once an unknown mortal who had mastered certain spells, his soul traveled to the outer reaches of the abyss and became the lowest tarnari larvae.

And then came his legendary experience.

Starting as a young maggot, Orkas has grown through devouring to become a powerful demon lord and one of the most powerful abyssal demons in the bottomless abyss.

Along with the "Demon Prince" Demogogan and the "Lord of the Dark" Grazt, he is known as the "Immortal Emperor" Orcas, and is one of the three giants of the bottomless abyss.

He claimed to be the creator of the undead, capable of "resurrecting" dead bodies, and the original lich god.

At the same time, any high-level caster who wants to transform himself into a lich will need to perform a specific sacrifice ritual.

Although necromancy has been reduced to a unique spell system over countless years, the undead Emperor Orkas has an extremely far-reaching influence across the entire multiverse.

- Neither the true God, nor the Grand Duke of the Devil, nor the Demon Lord, can ignore His existence.

"Great Frost Giant God, is there something wrong with the undead?"

"No problem." Koschurch said flatly. "You go on."

There are countless lichs in the entire universe, and there have been events of the Legion of the Dead in any of the main material planes, and he doesn't think that the undead mentioned in Frostbone's mouth will have anything to do with Orcas.

He just thought of Orcas, that nasty fellow, for some reason, and that's it.

Frostbone continued: "The dense undead have taken over Kazarin, and those fearless and tireless dead creatures are now close to the Winter Mountains, and your soldiers cannot stop the undead from attacking. I hope you can give us omnipotent divine powers, those damned skeletons are no longer qualified to continue living in this world. ”

"Little things."

"Become a believer in me," Coschurch said, "and I will provide strong protection of the faith. ”

His blue flame eyes looked at his elect, "Frostbone, go, take my strength, and smash all the skeletons to pieces!" I will keep an eye on you in the kingdom of God and do not let me down, Frostbone. ”

"Obey the oracle!"

The phantom shadow that stood up to the sky and the earth gradually dissipated, and the shrouded divine power suddenly dissipated, and the stagnant wind and snow blew down again.

The gaze of many frost giants then fell on the altar, their throats kept rolling, and greed appeared in their eyes, if it weren't for the fact that Winter Frost Bone was still presiding over the overall situation, this place might have been completely chaotic.

The divine power from the Angry Lord was attached to the blizzard, and as the snowflakes fell, blood-red fleshy flowers fell on the white dragon's corpse, and the blood quickly bloomed, exuding an indescribable subtle luster.

A flesh flower is a seed of divine power, containing unimaginable power from mortal things.

Winter Frost Bone was no stranger to this kind of divine power gift, and he had taken it many times to permanently increase his strength.

"Distribute it, it's a gift from the great Frost Giant God, now, let's head to the Storm Crags and slay those useless skeletons!"

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PS: The new book has a bit of an eyebrow for the time being, and I saw an idea that day - the behind-the-scenes player stream.

The protagonist is a dragon, and the story of calling the player from reality to the other world to become his dependent, and fighting for him (professional kobolds, orcs, trolls, etc.), but it is still being conceived, and it may not be written.

It's time to let your imagination run wild, crowdfund, gentlemen!