The flames are burning.

Compared to other cities, which are occupied by insects and wild beasts, this place is completely occupied by humans, I don't know what day it is, the streets and alleys are full of people, everyone's face is full of crazy expressions, eyes are red, neck is tight, as if they want to rely on this way of roaring, to vent the emotions in their hearts.

Central Square.

In front of the crowd, there was a huge altar, forged from marble, but with some bright red lingering on it, like coagulated plasma, very dazzling.

Just as the roar of the crowd became more and more violent, the dark blue flames on the altar suddenly swayed, and then in the explosion of flames, a pitch-black figure appeared in the center of the altar.

Its figure seemed to swallow up the light, and the flames shone on its body, but it couldn't see anything, just a pure dark shadow.

At this time, the crowd was completely frenzied, and when they saw this black shadow, they suddenly fell to their knees, and they still had words in their mouths, not knowing what they were saying.

The black shadow was surrounded by the crowd, and it looked at everything in front of it, and the ghostly voice was transmitted to everyone's ears.

"Our Lord has found a chance to be resurrected!"

"If we can resurrect our Lord, we will have infinite life!"

"Now...... Bring the sacrifices that have been prepared, our lord needs these bloods! ”

"Our Lord will awaken in the breath of despair and fear, and then the will of our Lord will be able to completely descend on this land!"

"Now begin the sacrificial ritual."

In the chaos of the crowd, a depraved prayer echoed, and the followers of the Shadows, some of the willing worshippers, stood on the altar.

Men and women, these people turned out to be all professionals, and it was not difficult to see from the boiling energy that they were all silver-level existences.

But the strange thing is that they have obviously become sacrifices, but there is no fear on their faces, but a kind of excitement and excitement.

There is no ordinary human mind in their eyes, only a fanatical belief, which has obviously been brainwashed by the dark shadow.

Without even needing to be moved, they picked up the dagger in their hands and slashed it at their necks, and then thick blood flowed on the altar.

The dark shadow looked at it all, and some scarlet color flashed in its eyes.

This is already the tenth sacrifice.

From the very beginning of livestock, insects, to ordinary humans, and then to bronze-level professionals, to now, the peak combat power of the city has also become the object of this sacrifice, and when superimposed, the blood of the sacrifice is already comparable to a stream.

Blood flowed along the demonic formation, seeping into the surrounding marble ground little by little, the fluctuations of evil energy began to spread, and a breath of destruction enveloped the surroundings, and after a while, the altar suddenly shattered, accompanied by heavy footsteps, and a hideous face appeared in the eyes of everyone.

His face was shriveled and terrifying, like a skeleton, his skin was rusty red, his hair was thick and black-green, he was cloaked in a wide cloak, and his eyes, teeth, and nails were soaked in poison

It had blood-red pupils that seemed to have flames burning in them, and from the first moment it woke up, the merciless slaughter had enveloped it.

Naraku.

These ignorant believers, perhaps at the moment of death, do not know that they have summoned an evil god with the Godhead of [death].

In Naraku's icy world, everything is the same. To him, all living creatures are a great insult to him, on the contrary, all dying beings shine with a spark of blue and black pleasure, which he loves.

Some people prayer to Naraku devoutly in the hope of gaining Naraku's power. But most of them were rewarded with death by Naraku.

Naraku's temples are generally hidden, even in places full of evil. They are usually built underground, generally as part of the catacombs. Most temples are home to the undead and other creatures that spread or create death, such as banshees and demons.

The first black shadow gradually appeared, revealing a graceful figure and a face that fascinated countless men.

Lust.

Unlike chaotic, fickle demons, demons are purgatory creatures from the Bato realm. They are notorious for their great strength, evil character, ruthless but efficient organization. The devil has a strict social class system, in which power is determined not only by strength, but also by status. These demons spend most of their time corrupting mortals in order to expand their influence in every dimension.

This desire demon is a loyal believer of Naraku, she doesn't know when it started, she lurked in this human city, she used all means, to corrupt the leader of the city, and finally today, successfully brought a touch of Naraku's will to this city.

The real Naraku has supreme power, because of the power of the rules, it can't come completely, but even if it's just a trace of will, it can bring countless people despair.

On this figure, there is some divinity, which is the most symbolic power of the evil god.

Naraku needed more blood to sustain the body, and he loved the splatters of plasma and fear compared to the undead creatures he spent time with. ’

Blood and limbs are splattered everywhere!

The demon seemed to have expected this to happen, her eyes were a little misty, her right hand was clinging to her chest, and her left hand was touching the hem of her skirt.

The blood gathered in the blasphemous language, and Naraku stood in place, her body more textured than before, and the projection was even more realistic than the Burning Demon before it, as if a real evil god had descended.

Not the slightest word.

The killing continues.

The phantom of the unjust soul could be seen on Naraku's mottled black cloak, and countless murderous intent lingered in its eyes, and it raised the weapon in its hand, a bloody scythe that looked incomparably sharp, and slashed forward.

His black staff, the Death Snatcher, can form a scythe-shaped blade of light on the tip of the staff, and can kill any creature that touches it.

This sudden killing stunned everyone, and it was only then that these ignorant believers woke up, and they ran around as if they were crazy.

Some completely collapsed.

The demon said that when our Lord comes, it will bring well-being and peace to all.

They have nothing left, and in this last days, they have lost everything.

Loved ones, lovers, friends.

Believing in the evil god in the mouth of the demon of lust can get rid of the pain and even let them see their dead relatives again, but now, when everything does not come out as expected.

People's faith collapsed in an instant, but it was too late, Naraku needed more life and blood, and they were undoubtedly the best sacrifices.

Ignoring all this, Naraku raised the scepter in his hand, and when the black light lingered on the ground, the corpses with severed hands and feet actually stood up again.

Compared with zombies, these undead creatures have a more agile speed, at this time, these dead creatures suddenly pounced on their kind, and began to bite non-stop, in addition, some broken corpses, although they could no longer stand up, but above the body, they slowly condensed some transparent creatures.

Wraiths.

This is a human being who died with a grudge.

They are naturally averse to life, they wander out, and after grabbing a human, they begin to devour the souls of the other person, after all, they will not leave to kill.

Not so long ago, the city was bustling with terror and death.

Naraku floated from the ground, her eyes flashing with blue light, staring at this new continent, and it was clear that its goal was not just this city!