Temple of Blood

Firth stood in the center with a frenzied face, surrounded by tightly bound Blood Elders. After a few days of intrigues, Fezy finally relied on Blade's mother to catch Blade, and at the same time imprisoned twelve Blood Clan Elders, completing all the preparations for the Blood God Ritual.

Fez's face was full of smugness, now there was no way to stop him, the elders were trapped by him, and the blade had become his blood machine, as long as the time came, he could become the supreme blood god and rule over the human race.

The thought of this made Faith proud, but what he didn't know was that in a dark corner of the Blood Temple, a large mass of evil black matter clinged there, constantly twisting.

At this moment, a Bloodclan happened to be here, and he should not have been able to notice the purer darkness in the dark corner, but somehow, he inadvertently turned his head, as if he had noticed something in the corner.

After a moment's hesitation, the bloodline still walked over slowly, although there was a hesitant look on his face, but the pace was still a little faster than usual, and he soon walked into the shadows.

As soon as he stepped into the shadows, the Blood's footsteps couldn't help but pause, not because he noticed something wrong, but because he seemed to have stepped on something, soft and sticky.

The Bloodclan frowned, and the foot plate stepped on it hard, trying to see if he could flatten the thing. At the moment when he had just exerted his strength, something even darker in the darkness was awakened, and a viscous and cold black substance quickly surged over, engulfing the blood clan.

The Bloodclan wanted to scream for help, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a large cloud of viscous and evil black substance immediately poured in his throat, annihilating his unformed howl in the depths of his neck.

The Bloodclan tried to struggle, but his whole body was heavily wrapped in black substance, like a tightly tied rice dumpling. Every time he struggled violently, he was annihilated little by little by the viscous venom. Soon, he felt paralyzed, he didn't feel anything at all, and his consciousness was confused by the gradual lack of oxygen. Later, he even had a drug-like pleasure that put him to sleep, forever.

If one had paid attention to the whole process, they would have noticed that the surface of the black mass was constantly bulging, as if something was struggling violently inside, but soon the bulge was gone, and only the dead silence remained.

After devouring the blood clan, a large cloud of black matter twisted out, it was Zhang Xin, and it was not Zhang Xin. said that he was Zhang Xin, it was because Zhang Xin was inside Venom, and his consciousness still dominated Venom's behavior.

said that he was not Zhang Xin, it was because this black substance had completely lost its human form, only the viscous, pitch-black, and extremely evil venom that made people feel pimpled.

Zhang Xin is crazy, constantly killing, constantly devouring, making his strength grow violently, but also making the venom more and more powerful, and Zhang Xin is more and more deeply affected, especially a voice in his heart has always told him: This is a new shijie, you don't have to have any scruples, you can do whatever you want.

People are like that, once they find a reason, they will quickly fall, like dominoes, with the first, there will soon be a second.

In this case, Zhang Xin was completely affected by the evil of the Venom suit, and it was no longer him who controlled the shadow suit, but the shadow suit who controlled him, and they had formed a perfect symbiosis, and no one could easily leave anyone.

The black substance was constantly twisting, sometimes an irregular liquid, sometimes like a spider, sometimes like a multi-clawed octopus, crawling on the walls, slowly moving in the direction of the main hall.

During this period, if the blood clan saw this venom, it would immediately be pulled directly into the distorted substance, turning into Zhang Xin's nourishment, and also becoming the driving force for his actions.

Crawling all the way like this, Zhang Xin soon reached the inside of the main hall, a dark corner, which was not close to the altar, but Zhang Xin had no intention of continuing to move forward.

One is that this place is heavily guarded, and it is almost impossible to get close to the past without alarming others. But because this distance is not too far for him, his hands are much longer than ordinary ones, and he himself can rush to the altar at any time and snatch the fruits of victory.

At this time, the blood clan had already put the blade warrior in the special container, the cold blade accurately cut the blade's body, and the hot red blood slowly left the place where they should have stayed, and the blood god ritual officially began at this time.

Blade alone contributed more than a cup of blood, and if it was an ordinary person, he would have died of excessive blood loss. But Blade's physique was very different from ordinary people, and even though more than a third of the blood in his body had been lost, he was still strong and alive.

According to the Book of Hades, the blood of the Daywalker Blade Warrior slowly flowed along a strange trajectory, splitting into twelve strands and slowly dripping. Under the coercion of the surrounding blood clans, the twelve Blood Clan elders were forced to catch the blood with their foreheads, causing their foreheads to be dyed red.

In this strange Blood God Temple, the surrounding blood clans all stayed there quietly as they watched this solemn ritual. The whole process was so quiet that you could even hear the sound of blood flowing and torches burning. This situation and this scene give people a strange sense of sacredness, as if what religion is holding what rituals.

At the same time, the top of the altar, specially used at this time, slowly flowed bright red blood, along the specially left groove, towards the most central point. As long as this blood converges into a drop of blood and falls down, then the Blood God Ritual is successful.

The blood kept flowing, and a strange symbol gradually formed on the ceiling, as if it was the veins of this hall, which was gradually taking shape.

Faith slowly raised his head, and the good haodeshili and the ample light allowed him to clearly see the trajectory of the blood flowing, as well as the blood that was gradually dripping. Faith opened his arms and greeted this transformative drop of blood in a gesture of embracing Shijie, convinced that soon, no one would have the right to despise his bloodline.

All the Bloods watched with reverent eyes, watching as this drop of blood slowly dripped down towards their leader, Faith, turning him into an immortal blood god who would lead them to rule over the human race, keep the human race in captivity, and make the human race the food of the Blood Clan.

At the moment when the blood was just dripping, a black silk thread suddenly burst out from a distance and stuck to the wall next to it. A large mass of evil black substance, through this silk thread, flew over from mid-air and caught this drop of blood.

All the Bloods looked stunned at the same time, what was going on?