"Holy Maiden......"

Suddenly, when they heard this familiar and unfamiliar word, many people felt a little trance for a while, as if a long time had passed, so long that it was difficult for everyone to return to the exact time point for a while.

After all, there are so many things that have happened in such a short period of time, the abyss demons, the purgatory devils, the gods have descended, one by one, too many things have erupted together in such a short period of time, which is dizzying.

It can be said that if it weren't for the fact that some warriors re-excavated Zhenni from the battlefield while cleaning the battlefield and found that she still had a trace of respite, many people might have thought that she had been crushed by a claw of Demogorgen on the previous battlefield, and then crushed into flesh and puree!

If you die, you die......

If she had died, if she had died on the spot in this war, at the hands of Demogorgen.

In the material world, those nobles and nobles who managed to escape from the catastrophe of the world may not mind putting countless medals of honor on the body of this "holy woman" who was held up on the altar by them.

After all, no matter how dead a person is, it is impossible to compete with them for the rights and wealth of the living.

They can completely regard Zhenni as an attractive mascot, a target that can be set on fire by everyone, and while desperately scooping up endless wealth on themselves, they can silently eat countless human blood steamed buns.

Countless legendary heroes and epic giants throughout the ages have been erected on the altar in this way, regarded as dazzling "sacrifices", and become a means for others to gain power and wealth, but they are unaware of it, but are complacent.

These methods have long been accustomed to by the great nobles, and they are very skilled.

Now it's just a return to the old business, and everyone is not a little rusty in business, and even many big nobles are already gearing up behind their backs, ready to eat this fragrant human blood steamed bun.

They had put her on the altar with their own hands long ago and had served her as a saint with their own hands. Although to a large extent, I was impressed by her power like a god, but in some ways I definitely had this mind.

After all, the so-called "heroes", the so-called "legends", and the so-called "epics" are the deepest flesh and blood sacrifices in the end, and they are absolute dedication without leaving a trace!

In the eyes of that group of nobles, if you are unwilling to sacrifice and dedicate, then you are not a hero! Then you are the most evil villain, who will be spurned by countless intelligent beings in the material world for a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand years!

As for the sacrifices of the heroes, for whom they were sacrificed. To whom their dedication has been dedicated.

Naturally, it was sacrificed for the sake of their great nobles, and all of them were dedicated to their great nobles!

If they don't sacrifice for them, do they still plan to sacrifice for the untouchables, the poor, and the slaves?

Are you kidding!

You're already a dead man, what else do you have to say?

If you want to say anything, it's up to us, a group of great, noble, and fan-good nobles, to say it for you.

Originally, everything had been planned, but now that it was discovered, Zhenni was still alive, and she was still alive to be discovered.

What's even more impressive is that before the gods left the material world and returned to the astral kingdom, there was no one who came to help her, help her heal, and help her leave this demonic battlefield!

Even in the attitude of the gods, there is a tendency to deliberately ignore them!

This is undoubtedly a very terrible "appearance".

This directly represents the position of the gods, who have collectively renounced the will of Zhenni!

Now, everything has become very "treacherous"......

The battle-scarred battlefield gradually turned into a land of cold dust.

The blasphemous, crazy, and idiotic roars of humans, aliens, demons, and devils all slowly faded away from this cool land.

The fate of all beings, mortals, and even the gods seems to have been quietly crumpled into an indescribable mass in this turbid "world battlefield".

Its complexity, its chaos, and its disorder, it is estimated that even if the "Goddess of Destiny" recovers, it is impossible to sort it out!

As it turns out, the war never stops.

It was not annihilated by the sudden disappearance of Demogorgen, but grew higher and higher as the demon army faded, leaving one empty space after another!

It is burning the whole world, knocking one kingdom and race after another into blood and fire, overturning and reversing and mingling, making the suffering of trillions of intelligent beings wail, torment, and never rest!

In the flames of faith and profit, no one is innocent, and no one is spared, and everyone is tormented on this terrible "battlefield" that has spread to the entire material world.

In such a situation, some people have begun to reflect - why is there no demon and devil, and the continent and the material world still have not ushered in peace?

Is this the world wrong, or are they doing it wrong?

Or, if they did something wrong, who is to blame?

This...... There needs to be a "target" that is set on fire!

……

The tongues of fire of the metal brazier fluttered half-dead like rags, and the flickering red light barely illuminated the gloomy prison.

Everything else was shrouded in darkness, and through the metal door, which left only a small slap-sized window, the somewhat numb executioner could be seen walking through the hallway, and at the end of the faint light of the rotting fire, there was unimaginable darkness, layer upon layer, terrible and terrifying.

And this cell was gloomy and deadly silent, filled with the terrible smell of blood and dampness of how many people had accumulated before they died.

There was a rustling sound in the darkness, and in the creepy whispering sighs, there seemed to be a sound from the distant passageway, staccato but inconspicuous footsteps.

The sound of footsteps came from far and near, and unexpectedly no one stopped at all, and finally the sound stopped in front of the cell.

The next moment, as if in the faint sigh mixed with countless unspeakable monsters with muffled voices roaring, roaring, and laughing, a strange, thick viscous black shadow as black as ink flowed down from the iron crack outside the cell, and converged into a "figure" hidden by black robes and unable to see a trace of reality at all.

The black-robed figure stood quietly in this cell, silently seeing the "black shadow" in the corner of the cell.

Turning over the wounds on the skin, the skin was open, and there were also coagulated blood stains, among which even bone chips could be seen piercing the section.

Under the skin covered by filthy blood stains were pieces of misaligned joints, and the extreme pain seemed to make every muscle of the "black shadow" twitch,

And just as the black-robed man was expressionlessly staring at the "black shadow" in front of him, a somewhat weak female voice slowly echoed in the cell.

"Who are you?"