"To put it bluntly, it's an auxiliary."

Ye Yan instantly understood the meaning of Nolan's words.

"You can understand that, but Lord Poros is really not good at fighting."

"Okay."

Ye Yan nodded, not saying anything.

And in the kung fu of the two chatting, Lu Flai, who was also mapped by the ritual and even weakened, finally came back to his senses.

He grinned, "Looks like I guessed right, Poros is really your backhand." ”

Lu Fang didn't seem surprised by the time of the reversal, and even showed a smile.

"Laugh, laugh, it's time for you to cry." Goethe, too, seemed to have known about the ritual, and with a flick of his scythe, he sneered at Lu Flai.

"Really?" Lu Flail was not angry, and pursed his lips: "How can you just be my opponent with a few rotten garlic, and why do you think I can't guess that Boros will make a move?" ”

"Haha, it's coming, it's finally coming, is that practicer, damn world finally going to end? You're excited, you're badly excited. ”

"The body is dead, purgatory is coming, and you Tros are willing to offer the last gift to your Lord......"

There is nothing I can do?

At the moment, he is like a madman.

But at this moment, without any warning, Lu Flai, who was presiding over the ceremony, broke his neck without any determination.

"Less, and less."

Streams of red light rose into the sky, forming a small prismatic circle in mid-air.

"As long as he uses his power, it will be impossible to disturb my lord's ritual again."

In the center of the circle, at the intersection of red light, was a huge whirlpool of pitch white and blue, the whirlpool was like a crack and wriggling opening, and at the end was where to know where to lead.

In the midst of the frenzied cheers, Lu Fang's crazy voice also resounded again: "Great, give their own congratulatory gifts for the revival of your Lord and for the last carnival." ”

"I'm just going to let you hold it, after all, even if it's Poros, it's impossible to drop two identical forces in a short period of time."

"Think about it, why did I watch Nolan hold a ceremony and not organize it, do you think I was affected by my lord's power and lost my mind?"

Surely let the ceremony go smoothly, so that Boros is really coming.

"Wrong, very wrong."

The wheat cutting style is self-understanding, and the mouth is still shouting faith, and the picture is full of suspicion.

"Yes, if you can go up like that, Poros is coming, you have to find a way to break the ritual."

“……”

As the flesh and blood soul vessels were all absorbed, the murmuring in his ears became more and more intense.

In the case of any preparation, it was started so rashly, which was really abrupt.

We truly felt the power of our Lord.

That seems to be bad news.

“……”

As fewer and fewer people fell on it, the flesh beneath us was swept up by a physical force and sent into this deep and bottom-out vortex, which had previously been a vessel of blood souls containing mythical creatures.

"Crazy, crazy, crazy."

"Nolan, hurry up and think of a way, what the hell should I do?"

Without the first person to speak, there are fewer people following suit.

"Woo, it's finally here."

Goethe once again activated the blood of the red priest under him, and flew towards the nearest blood soul vessel with a huge scythe, and the small scythe fell heavily and glowed with blood.

As those events receded, the distant murmur in my ears became heavier and heavier.

The scythe slammed into the Blood Soul Vessel, but the expected rupture did not occur.

After all, it was a thousand-year war.

So, those people were frenzied and knelt down towards this deep whirlpool.

The words were about to fall, and in the originally quiet small hall, these blood soul vessels that were placed outside all corners suddenly trembled weakly.

Compared with the clarity of Goethe, Nolan, and Ye Yan, the believers who had just been resurrected, and even figured out what was going on, became frenzied.

Originally, the joyful expressions of everyone who were immersed in the success of the ceremony became clear.

"Are those people dying?"

So did Nolan on the side.

And in the center of the whirlpool, a terrifying roar that shook the soul suddenly resounded, shaking everyone present dizzy and shocking.

"Darkness is dead, purgatory is coming, and you, Cesar, are willing to offer the final gift for your Lord......"

The filling of flesh and souls, as well as mythical creatures, is suspiciously necessary to resurrect Boros.

"Hungry, hungry, starving you."

Lu Flail smiled, laughing heartily.

"The body is dead, purgatory is coming, you Lu Flail is willing to offer the last gift for your Lord......"

"Lu's madman......"

As Lu Fang's words sounded, the sect members who were originally prostrate on the ground suddenly got up, their eyes cold.

"Don't bother, there is no Leviathan influence, with them, there is no way to block the ritual."

"Awake, all right, your lord, it is your lord who is awake."

But obviously, judging from the current amount of sacrifices, it is still enough to revive Poros.

The two levels reversed, and the situation took a turn for the worse.

In the crowd, none of the cultists hurriedly pulled out a sharp dagger from their sleeves, stabbed them into their hearts, and fell in a pool of blood with a low cry.

The current retreat of things is obviously not beyond my expectations, and no one can have expected it.

In the whirlpool.

Lu Flai's sneer came.

There was only a blood soul vessel in his eyes, only the sacrifice ritual that was about to come.

"The darkness is dead, purgatory is coming, and you, Holland, would like to offer the last gift to your Lord......"

"Bang-"

"Miscellaneous crumbs, welcome the end." Ye Yan and the others suspected that they had seen a small scene, but Rao was like this, and that kind of shocking picture still shocked us fiercely.

A group of people frantically finished up on you, and almost in the blink of an eye, the bunker was littered with corpses.

If there is a way to break the ceremony, he can only watch the ritual regress, and Goethe does not seem to panic.

"Is the preparation broken? As the little final ritual is coming to an end, come and feel the hunger of your Lord and the power that it can devour all. ”

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"Eat, you want to eat, give you food."

Before the violent roar, there was a loud voice in the ear, this voice seemed to cling to the ear, telling about his hunger, this urgency, wanting to devour everything made Zhao Tian and the others present even the hairs under their bodies about to explode.