The pact of the evil gods is an eternal sacrifice

Thunder.

Suddenly, it sounded from the sky, and the real rain came, and the wind rose, the fog flowed, the lightning flashed, and the thunder roared.

The sky was even darker and deeper at the moment, and the thunder was like a heavy chariot and horse running over, Xu Tong looked at the purple-red lightning rolling from the clouds not far away, and immediately put away the iron umbrella in his hand.

The five of them were soaked by the oncoming rain, and the hair of Shattered Star was sticking straight to their foreheads.

Now, I'm going to be bald again.

Rainwater is acidic, and if it is wet, it is likely to cause hair loss......

But at this moment, Shattered Star didn't dare to make the slightest move.

Not only because of the weirdness of the corpse in front of him, but also because of the twilight words sitting on the side.

In the dark and oppressive storm clouds, he was like a burning black flame, and there was a disturbing phantom swaying behind him, as if he was dancing.

And Xia Dou on the side is more clear at the moment.

Twilight Yan was sitting on the guardrail next to the dead body at the moment, but Xia Dou seemed to have a feeling that she needed to look up.

The strange whispers in my ears were clearer and harsher.

What's even more terrifying is that this time, when approaching Twilight Yan at close range, Xia Dou saw many weird, vain, crazy, and terrifying figures.

Different from the vague shadow seen when you came into contact with it.

Now.

Xia Dou could clearly see that hundreds of weird people were standing behind Twilight Yan and singing wildly.

There is a flute with a flute, blowing a cursed music from an ancient bunker that weeps bitterly and blood-making and makes the heart tremble.

Some danced and seemed to be tireless, and some of them were dancing, tearing their bodies, as if they wanted to destroy everything with crazy singing and dancing, a knife, a claw, and every time they danced to the song, they had an eye, or an organ, a piece of skin, which was cut off or dug out by themselves.

But they seem to have the strength to recover quickly, and the moment the wound appears, the moment the scarlet plasma pops out, they immediately recover.

The strange appearance, the mysterious dance, is far from being accessible to humans.

The monster that stands a little taller is a huge liquid form in a square shape.

Except for the rugby-sized molten vertical pupils.

It was accompanied by the stench of long-rotten weeds mixed with rat droppings and mold in a cold, damp and dead barn.

In addition, there are giants that seem to rise into the sky.

He was hundreds of feet tall, about a 40-story building, and his face was covered with terrible tentacles of dark, thick, dripping viscous liquid, like stout maggots twisting and crawling only in rotting thick sores.

And the most terrifying of them all.

It's a heretic who is constantly splitting himself!

He seemed to be the chief conductor of the dance, standing beside the high platform of the dark blue bonfire, and the deformed creatures that trembled, expanded, and crept up and down in light gray masses were cracked, and they were corpse worms with human faces, short, fat, greasy worms that scattered and escaped around the song and dance rippers.

They are more like a crowd of spectators, singing and dancing for their own king and for the gods who rule over the kings and stand above them.

And the mass of heretics, which was almost rotting, was covered with dense scarlet eyes.

One of them seems to have spotted Xia Dou's prying eyes.

In an instant, the heresy of rotten and foul abscesses twisted, and thousands of eyes suddenly looked at Xia Dou in unison.

There's banter, mockery, contempt, but more of envy.

Mere mortals,

I can be by my lord's side!

What a blessing!

Xia Dou read their thoughts, and the oppression of her direct gaze made her breathing become rapid.

These, these people who surround Twilight, even if they are the human face worms that have just split out, each one, each one, is a ...... Demon!

In the world of evil spirits, there are evil gods who can rule over all living beings.

Although the other members of the ground team were not as real as Xia Dou saw, the suppression that was almost condensed into a physical object affected the horror in their hearts, making their breathing extremely unnatural.

Of course, Boss Bai still looked the same, but the curiosity in his eyes became stronger.

At this moment, Twilight Yan, who was in the center of her line of sight, fell into hesitation.

"How? Haven't thought about it yet? If I'm right, this guy will soon come to this world, and then ......"

"Think about it, I refuse!"

Twilight finally raised her head, looking resolutely at Yuan Yuan, who had Jiro's legs and shaved nails on the high blood-colored throne.

The terrifying atmosphere literally washed his young mind into the deep sea, and then put it into the molten slurry deep in the heart of the earth, and then threw it from a height of hundreds of millions of meters to cool down in free fall, and finally sent into the mouth of a giant full of bad teeth, a foul mouth, and dripping slime.

But he really couldn't sign this contract.

As long as he signs the contract, Yuan Yuan can come out anytime and anywhere, and use his power to no longer be limited by the laws of the world.

Although he didn't know what Primordial was going to do, Twilight had been warning herself ever since she discovered Primordial that Primordial, Twilight Spirit and Xiao Heng were the same kind of people, and the places they passed were full of killing, full of wailing, and at the same time, they also left behind evil obstacles and unclean curses.

Airplanes~

The original on the high platform suddenly appeared in front of Twilight, and the feeling of extreme pressure made the originally fast-beating heart feel like it was being pressed by a boulder at the moment, like a set of fast-running cylinders, but at this moment it was suddenly resisted and had to run slowly.

Twilight could feel her heart full of pressure at the moment, and in less than ten seconds, it would explode into a pool of blood foam due to the excessive pressure.

Twilight Yan turned her head with difficulty, looked at the original with strange black spells on her face, and dropped a word:

"Forgiveness... I... Refuse... Absolutely..."

Just when Twilight thought that death would greet her, Harato let go of the hand on his chest, and in an instant returned to the plasma throne made of skulls, as if nothing had happened just now, and continued to shave his nails leisurely.

When Twilight Yan turned around and walked out of this divine kingdom, Yuan Chu spoke:

"Cooperate, if you can't gather my body, you will die. And once you collect my body, you will still die. Even, you will die on the way to collect my body.

As the sole ancestor of all evil gods, for hundreds of millions of years, there has been no shortage of careerists, pious believers, brave men, demon kings, and even one of the ancestors of mankind, Gilgamesh. They have all met me, they have all taken a part of my body, and they all want to gather my body.

But all of them, no matter how strong their strength is, no matter how brilliant or arrogant they were before, no matter how valuable their status is Gao Zhiwei, all of them are going to perdition, to the abyss hell of no return.

Because, what affects the whole world comes from heaven! ”

And at this moment, the bright and cold moon in the kingdom of God, because of the original words, seemed to be filled with a scarlet blood.

"How do you want to work together?"

Twilight turned around and looked at Yuan Yuan on the throne with a wary expression, expecting him to look like a twilight king, but Twilight Yan saw the taste of a successful conspiracy.

However, the threats listed in the original were all right, but just a mid-level evil god Twilight Spirit, who was not a real body, almost killed himself three times, not to mention other high-level evil gods, or powerful beings in other worlds.

"You've lived so long, and the power in front of you is so strong, don't you have a companion?"

Sure enough, the primordial on the throne seemed to pretend to be forced and said as if he didn't:

"I am God! The only God! ”

"Therefore, I have no companions, but I have subordinates and believers. Work with me, I'm sure you're interested in the elves of the Lost Homeland and the little ones in the Land of Light. After all, in an era older than the Ancients, I was already their master! ”

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"Mark? Mark? ”

Ran Bing looked at the phoenix crown on her body eagerly, these things Penny told her that they were the clothes that people in the old world wore when they got married, she thought it was a dream she had about marrying Mark, but now everything is full of weirdness.

She tore off the delicate and elegant phoenix crown on her head, held the wedding dress in both hands, and looked for it in this mysterious world in a panic, regardless of the shoes.

"Mark?"

"Erica?"

"Flying snow?"

"Everyone?"

There was no response, as if falling into a dead silence of nothingness, and suddenly a candle flame suddenly lit up in a world full of miserable white characters, followed by various sounds.

The sound of congratulations, firecrackers, salutes, singing, the sound of tables and chairs moving, and the sound of eating.

When Ran Bing turned his head, a full seat of guests suddenly appeared in the originally barren and dead space, and a set of opera performances.

Full of paper figures with heavy makeup!

"This ......"

"The time has come!"

"Welcome the bride!"

"Enter the cave room!"

The piercing whispers as sharp as a knife pierced Ran Bing's mind like a bloody knife, and then he felt weak, and was forced to let people bring up the phoenix crown, put on a wedding dress, and was forcibly dragged to the wedding room.

"Don't, don't, don't ......"

Ran Bing roared with all her strength, but the maids on both sides seemed to be born with divine power, and the hands clamped on Ran Bing's arms, so that she could not escape, and soon Ran Bing's arms were pinched out of a dark purple.

The guests around seemed to have seen nothing, and their expressions were still eating, drinking, and listening to small songs.

Airplanes~

A consciousness suddenly appeared in Ran Bing's mind.

"Are you willing to sacrifice yourself to awaken Mark, and after merging with it, the special biological chain will break through this cultist sacrifice."

"I do!"

Before the words fell, Ran Bing was wrapped in a black light like a broken paper, piercing this strange divine kingdom and carrying it to other spaces.

And as this kingdom of God shattered, the world began to crumble, and the guests were still knocking paper melon seeds, sipping tea, and laughing with each other.

A gust of wind blew, and the paper figures were all turned into black ashes along with everything.

The space returned to dead silence, leaving only the last sentence sung by the actors on stage:

"On the eighteenth day of the first lunar month, the auspicious day of the zodiac, the sorghum is lifted, the red makeup is lifted, one foot is hated, the one is cut in a hurry, the beloved is cut off, but it is not returned......"

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"She's crying and laughing, guess how she's laughing and crying, crying, you see how she's crying and laughing......"