The Void!

That familiar darkness is the void of the King of the Caucasus. *With* Dream *Small* Say .lā

Guided by the three hundred descendants and based on the Codex during his lifetime, the battle mage finally communicated to the realm of nothingness of the King of the Caucasus.

At the White Bone Altar, the blood-colored bubbles were churning, and the figures in the Void Realm became clearer and clearer.

The look on Roland's face could be clearly seen.

One moment struggling, one moment calm and serenity, like a sage, the struggle is full of greed, and the calm seems to have everything under control.

The two temperaments are constantly rotated, and each one is very domineering.

God-level slaves have long been out of breath and less in breath, and only instinctive struggles remain.

The essence of blood is being extracted, the soul is torn apart, and even the most precious faith is being squeezed.

The twelve totems above the white bone altar seemed to have been wiped by the maid, and they were smooth and translucent.

Li Zhen trembled and bothered to sacrifice again, the battle mage had completely freed him from the jade trial, no matter how bloody this sacrifice was, at least Roland was closer than the Great Gambling House of All Nations.

They share the same fate and are struggling on this continent.

Li Zhenshu didn't care who inhabited Roland's soul, it didn't hurt him to be a mysterious powerhouse or the king of the Caucasus.

He was just a passerby for this sacrifice.

The stone skin on Jie's body began to fall off, and there was no emotion on his face that a living creature should have, just like the totems on the twelve bone pillars, instinctively absorbing blood and qi.

"Quick, sacrifice!", the old priest, who had always been quiet, suddenly shouted loudly.

The battle mages around the wooden cage quickly took out their knives and eliminated the flesh and blood on the god-level slaves piece by piece, exactly like a chef slicing fish, one piece came out, and held it in the palm of his hand.

Poof!

Pinch it directly into powder and respectfully hand it to the blood pool.

Each battlemage is completely trained and moves exactly the same.

Poof!

After injecting flesh and blood, the blood pool boiled more and more, and the bubbles that supported it were covered with layers of blood-colored ripples.

Roland's image is getting clearer and clearer.

"Boss!", Hine did not leave, he always felt that this group of barbarians was not simple.

"Just wait. Since he can't intervene, it's better to be an honest passerby, anyway, now he's not afraid of anything.

"Spirit, hurry!", the old battle mage shouted hurriedly.

The battle mage next to the wooden cage pulled out a wooden hook and gently slid it over the heads of god-level slaves, as if it had really hooked their souls out.

The statue of Nolan on the top floor is also alive, and the councillor who once dominated the city of Smai is no longer arrogant.

The wings are still desperately stirring, but they are bound to death by the altar.

The battlemage hung slender wooden hooks on the edge of the altar, and the fierce man heard a terrible scream from the altar, and Nolan's mouth kept chewing, as if he was really tasting the soul.

In front of the altar, the prostrate Matt was slowly freed from petrification, and a vague realm appeared above his head, and there seemed to be gods wandering in the kingdom.

These gods are clearer than before.

The old battle mage shouted with his mouth open, but there was no sound, and as the shout continued, the gods of the kingdom drove like slaves to the center of the altar.

Matt, Nolan, Jay, and the three revived, and the Bone Altar buzzed and vibrate.

Burst!

The blood-colored bubbles suddenly exploded, and the blood color faded instantly, pure and transparent.

Li Zhenshu had never seen such an ancient summoning ceremony, and he could faintly see the craftsmanship of the Third Dynasty.

But this ancient and obscure sacrificial spell never appeared in Isengard.

Li Zhen's trembling eyes kept wandering, and he wanted to try to remember every detail of the old battle mage.

This unique sacrifice, for Li Zhenshu, is completely watching an abnormal costumed performance.

Li Zhen shuddered to let Hein retreat, he faintly felt that the next sacrifice would be extremely bloody, and even made Ivy close the curtain of the Whale Tavern, and even the ogres on guard on the periphery temporarily returned to the Emerald Palace.

In the huge Jade Ridge, apart from those sacrifices and battle mages, only Li Zhenshu was left.

During this period, Li Zhenshu went back to the Whale Tavern, ordered his favorite black pepper steak, golden roast crab, and drank some knife wine, and the entire Emerald Ridge completely entered a barren state.

The sacrifice began.

Li Zhenzhen was like an audience, quietly watching this gorgeous performance.

The small wooden knife of the battle mage slashed the neck of the Caucasian descendant, this group of aristocratic women, the blood was red like more than ten years of red wine, with a little intoxication.

The sacrifice did not waste a single bit of blood, and each battle mage carefully placed the blood in a wooden cup, one by one, in front of the altar.

The blood made Li Zhen tremble faintly excited, he was a little suspicious that he might have vampire blood, but what was even more excited was the desperate screams of the noble women.

It seems that with this kind of screaming, the performance is perfect.

The knife will mercilessly cut through the delicate neck, and after the blood is drained, only the corpses like feces are left.

Li Zhenshuo looked at the female corpses under the luxurious robes, maybe he had dealt with the corpses too much, and there was no emotional fluctuation, this smell of blood mixed with the screams touched Li Zhenshu's heart.

Three hundred!

Three hundred women fell in his territory.

The spring breeze blew, and the chill gave Li Zhen a shiver.

Burst!

It's broken!

The transparent blood blister burst completely.

Poof!

A figure fell straight into the pool of blood.

Coo-dong, as if a person who can't swim is drowning, desperately drinking the blood in the pool of blood.

The color of blood faded in an instant.

"Life is so beautiful!", Roland stood up from the pool of blood, looked at his body with a lot of recollection, swept over the battle mage's body, and finally landed on Li Zhenshu's body.

Walking up the bone steps under the pool of blood, as if a real monarch had been revived, his fingers flicked the slender black hair, his eyes closed, and he took a deep breath, "The wasteland, it's still so boring!".

Ticking blood beads, when Liu fell to the ground, it became a drop of water without any color.

Rowland!

The former king of the Caucasus, back!

Airplanes!

As Roland stepped over the edge of the altar, a yellow light suddenly appeared, and layers of crossnets appeared in the yellow light.

The old battle mage skillfully pulled out his wooden knife and crawled in front of the Caucasian Codex, dripping blood into the Codex, and the words on the Codex rushed into the entire yellow shield like tadpoles.

The runes evolve into subtle fragments.

Traffic, steel boxes, neon crosses, schools, running, Jinshan Temple...

A variety of memory fragments filled the entire shield with laughter, crying, reading aloud, intimate whispering, and among the countless sounds, a baby's cry was the most conspicuous.

In the center of the blood pool, a hideous expression suddenly appeared on his face, exuding strange runes, as if he wanted to suppress this beige memory.

But at the moment when the runes were revealed, the twelve-sided bone beasts on the white bone altar were completely alive, turning into phantoms and entering Roland's body.

Yes!

A scream, the memories in the shield were like ants, all burrowed into Roland's body.

The hideous disappeared, and in front of the pool of blood, only a quiet young man remained, as if he had just stepped out of the university gate, and there was still a touch of immaturity in his eyes.

Quietly looked at his palm, and a quiet smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

"It's a good feeling to be back!", the words just now, repeated, and in an instant, the furious aura swept through the entire Emerald Ridge, the entire wasteland, and even the entire Isengh Continent.

As if to announce that he, Roland, king of the Caucasus, has truly returned.

"My king!", all the battlemages knelt on the ground, tears falling from their eyes.

Roland straightened the yellow shield, and without any hindrance, he lowered his body and helped the old battle mage up, "Elder Ge, thank you for your hard work." ”

"My king, after thirty years, you have finally returned. The old battle mage wiped the tears from his forehead, turned to all the battle mages and said, "Our king, Caucasus, is back. ”

"Caucasus, back!", all the barbarians waved their arms like children, celebrating wildly.

On the Emerald Ridge, it suddenly became a sea of joy, and Roland was like an emperor, tightly surrounded by barbarians in the middle.

Cheering, laughing, boiling.

But every window of the Whale Tavern was hung with thick curtains, and the doors of the Emerald Palace were closed tightly, and this territory seemed to be completely cut off from this joy.