Priscilla is just a mortal body, how can she disobey the orders of the giant beast, there is no room for refusal, Priscilla rubbed onto the right paw of the giant beast, and said in a trembling voice.

"You, what's your name? What is the City of Titans? ”

To Priscilla's surprise, it was the other head of the giant beast that answered her question, and the lizard spat out a hideous letter, and his voice was cold.

"My name is Saidweis, and I am the envoy of the Gate of the Astral Plane, the City of the Titan God is the divine realm where the Titan clan and the Titan believers live, and all mortals who pass the selection are eligible to go to the City of the Titan God."

As the words fell, the giant beast calling itself Saidvis got up and flew in the direction of the Starry Sky Gate, not giving Priscilla a chance to continue asking questions.

Being in the claws of the giant beast, her body was obviously moving upward, but Priscilla felt as if she was falling towards the endless starry sky.

A feeling of dizziness hit, and when she regained consciousness, Priscilla had already arrived in a golden temple, Priscilla looked at the golden bricks and jade tiles that could never exist in the mortal world, and her eyes were fixed on the shrine that seemed to be the altar star statue, but her heart was becoming more and more panicked.

"Don't worry about the Emperor, mortal, even if darkness comes, the starlight will guide your path."

Priscilla looked in the direction from which the voice came, and saw a tall goddess with long pale blue silky hair walking towards her with graceful steps, a holy and noble white robe emitting a soft white light, and her expression was as warm as water, which made people intoxicated and willing to bow down.

Priscilla could not describe in any words how handsome she was, a beauty beyond the limits of what a mortal could imagine, as if she were the embodiment of 'beauty', a face that only a god could possess that would be a mortal to be ashamed of.

"Goddess, I, I don't understand ......"

"My name is Tritils, the god of knowledge and curiosity, who is in charge of all the books and secrets of the mortal world, and who is responsible for enlightenment and creation.

Starlight has chosen you, your fate is inescapable, mortal, come with me. ”

The goddess named Trithiers led Priscilla towards her pillar stone, and while standing in front of it, Trithiers motioned for Priscilla to touch the blue pillar of starstone.

"Mortal, accept the guidance of the starlight, and fulfill your mission with gifts, and when the trial is completed, I will lead you back to the city of the titans, and there will be a place for you in the temple of the stars, and you will enjoy eternal joy and happiness."

Priscilla hesitated for a moment, and touched the pillar stone with her finger, which was more than two feet high, as if attracted by a starlight, Priscilla came to an illusory and wonderful unknown space,

A flickering starlight came to her face, and Priscilla instinctively opened her palm to grasp it, and the moment the starlight exploded, an unheard of spell suddenly appeared in her mind.

According to the knowledge in her mind, Priscilla tentatively opened her mouth to recite an obscure spell, only to feel a wonderful traction force that allowed her to break the barrier of space, and her body suddenly lightened, and her body appeared a hundred meters away in an instant.

Priscilla gasped in horror, ecstatic in her heart, as if she couldn't believe that she could easily grasp such a mysterious miracle.

"The goddess is above, and she moves a hundred meters away in the snap of her fingers, is this the method of astral flickering?"

Before Priscilla could regain her composure, another starlight flew towards her, this time Priscilla took the initiative to grab the starlight, and the starlight dispersed, competing is a kind of enchantment to break the seal.

In the following period, the fanatical Priscilla took the initiative to grab the starlight sent to the door, and learned more than a dozen astral magics, including offensive spells, defensive spells, enchantment spells, and not very decent ecstasy spells.

Whether it was useful or useless, Priscilla was very excited and accepted it all,

If she can return to the Giant God Peak with these god-given spells, she will become a more powerful mage than the Rahorak Demon Sacrifice, and even not inferior to the Holy Maiden Leona of the Sun Sect and the Holy Maiden Diana of the Kyaukyue Sect, and perhaps she can also use these spells to establish a new Giant God Sect and become the founder of the sect - why can the Sun Star Spirit and the Kyaukyue Star Spirit enjoy the offerings, but a great goddess like Tritils is unknown?

Just as Priscilla was looking forward to the future, a different golden starlight appeared in front of her, and before she could hold it, the golden starlight exploded into a golden light curtain, and an ancient and magnificent black fortress giant city appeared in the light curtain, slowly descending from the sky from a bird's-eye view, gradually zooming in on the image, she could even see that there were many black dots the size of ants doing their own things in the city, but if you looked closely, they were all living people.

[What kind of place is this, so prosperous and majestic? 】

Priscilla just thought about it in her heart, not expecting anyone to answer, but the voice of the goddess came to her ears.

"This place is called the 'Immortal Fortress', and it is the capital of the Second Empire of the Noxian Empire, located in the eastern part of the Valoran continent."

Hearing the goddess's voice again, Priscilla suddenly fell to her knees in a frenzy, looking ecstatic.

"Goddess?! Why are you here? ”

"Mortal, your mission will begin with the Immortal Fortress."

The image changed in the light curtain, and a slightly blurred magic well appeared alone in a dim place, and Priscilla looked at the magic light curtain with wide eyes and without blinking.

"Throw the magic beacon I gave you into the well, and your mission will be complete."

A fist-sized, extremely complex white multi-faceted sphere appeared out of thin air, landing right on Priscilla's chest, and was held in the girl's hand.

Dazzling starlight erupted in front of her eyes once more, and Priscilla's consciousness faded away.

"I have bestowed upon you extraordinary magical talents, mortal, to accomplish your mission, and fear the path ahead, for I will be with you."

……

Darmo Plains, Darkwell Territory, Noor City.

After a hundred years of renovation and expansion, the former town has been transformed into a majestic giant city, Nur City radiates in all directions in concentric circles, reflecting the melancholy and cruelty of the blood clan in the solemn and elegant architectural style, and all the resources of the entire Dakwell Territory are concentrated in the Nur City, supporting more than 300,000 people.

As the last rays of sunlight on the other side of the starry curtain disappeared into the western hills, the sound of soul bells spread from the spires of the Gothic towers in all directions, and the already lifeless city instantly fell into a dead silence, and the doors and windows of every house were closed, as if there were man-eating monsters on the dark streets.

On the Gargoyle Clock Tower in the center of the city, four giant gargoyles crouching on the edge of the tower transform from stones into hideous creatures, and after roaring, they fly in all directions, going to remote areas to randomly hunt and devour some unlucky ownerless meat animals.

Today, the city of Nuer is highly hierarchical and hierarchical, with 250,000 carefully selected healthy meat animals living in the outermost ring of the city, and tens of thousands of human blood slaves who have been blessed with the gift of holy blood and obtained basic survival qualifications in the middle ring.

At the very center are thirteen castles, which together with their mistresses guard the central fortress and guard the sole owner of the Darkwell Domain, the King of the Bloods, Bront Darkwell.

Originating from the King of Blood, Bronn Darkwell, Darkwell led a total of thirteen pure-blood clans, these pure-blood clans and their blood descendants are also the main components of the Blood Plague Legion, and the Half-Blood Clan is the main body of the city between the pure-blood clan and the blood servants, responsible for serving the pure-blood clan at the top and managing the meat and livestock at the bottom.

At this moment, the sun goes down and the soul bell rings, and the nightlife of Nur City has officially begun.

Bloodthirsty desires diffuse, like open wounds spurting hot blood, staining the night red.

The Blood, who had been asleep for a day, impatiently resisted the bloodthirsty desire to push open the coffin board, changed into an old aristocratic dress, and then sat in the carriage under the service of the servants, and entered the different banquet halls to enjoy the fresh blood feast offered by the human blood slaves.

According to the different levels of the blood lords, the blood feast is also divided into different levels, the lowest level of the blood feast can only provide the most ordinary meat animals for some mixed blood lords to eat, and the meat animals themselves cannot even guarantee their health, let alone whether they are pleasing to the ears and eyes, they can only be said to have just filled their stomachs without starvation.

The more advanced blood feast will provide warriors and mages with meat animals, the former has better meat and blood quality, and the latter has the effect of purifying the power of blood, which is very rare, only pure-blood clans have the ability to cultivate high-level meat animals on a large scale, even so, high-level meat animals are not eaten at every meal, after all, they still need to be transfused to the more greedy upper level,

As for the highest-level blood banquet, it is the palace banquet of the king of the blood clan, and the dozens of waiters who come and go are handsome men and women carefully selected from the meat animals, and after the 'violent ripening', they have a strong strength far beyond mortals, and they are not even inferior to some mixed-blood blood clans, but these people are more humble than the guinea pigs raised by humans in the blood banquet.

These fine meat animals with reverence for the pure-blood lords are all selected from thousands of people, and the meat and blood are very delicious, and after dancing with the blood lord, they will meekly take the initiative to lie down on the table, and watch the noble blood lord draw elegant lines on his body with exquisite silverware.

It wasn't until the consciousness fell into darkness and merged with the blood lord that the mission of life was completed.

In Darkwell Ling, meat animals are born to be eaten by others, not only to be eaten, but also to be eaten elegantly, happily, so that the cannibal can show a sense of dignity.

Sitting across from Bron Darkwell, the King of the Bloods, the Astral God made the fruits, vegetables and beast meat on Simmond's table seem incompatible with the surrounding skeletons and pieces of minced meat.

Even if he adapts to it for a few hundred years, it will be difficult for him to eat anything in such an environment, and this time he attended the banquet without moving anything on the table as before, just sitting in his seat and closing his eyes and recuperating, waiting for the blood banquet to end.

If it is not necessary, he would rather stay in the company of those unpretentious cannibals in the ancient city of Meradea than participate in this ridiculous feast, after all, the former cannibalism is cannibalism, eating people as if they were food, and even showing devotion to food, believing that food will become part of his divine power, and will not mess up these disgusting things,

When a bitch wants to set up an archway, it looks really unappetizing.

Brown was not annoyed by Simmond's coldness, but threw away the clean thigh bones, grabbed the heart in the silver platter, and ate it with relish.

Since the last time he was defeated in the battle against Freeljord, he had understood one thing, that is, it was good to leave the war to the astral plane, he would never fight against Leicester again, wouldn't it be nice to be his king in Nur City, and he was not stupid, he had to risk his life to get beaten up.

No matter what the Astral Emissary said, Bronn was determined not to leave his lair.

After three rounds of the banquet, the well-fed and drunk Bran wiped the corners of his lips stained with flesh and blood, and waved away his harem and uneaten meat animals, and the blood servant immediately cleaned up the banquet hall, and the two moved to the study in silence one after the other.

Blanc didn't mind inviting the Astral Envoy to participate in the next after-dinner movement between him and the harem, but it was a pity that Simmond could tolerate him holding a blood feast, but he couldn't tolerate discussing the true meaning of life in front of him, even if it was just to watch, he had lost three 'concubines' because of this, and he was almost beaten to half-paralysis.

At first, he thought that it might be that the Divine Envoy was picky and didn't like unclean women, but after many temptations, he had to suspect that the Divine Envoy would not have any desires at all, and he could only be said to be worthy of being a big man from the Astral Boundary, and he was as pure as a saint.

Closing the door of the study, a tall man with a pale complexion and a bloodless face came to Simmond with a bloody wine, looking humble and submissive, how could he have the slightest arrogance of being a king.

"I wonder what Lord Simmond is here for? If there is a place where this king can help, he will not refuse, although the lord commands, this king will not hesitate to go to the soup! ”

Glancing faintly at the pretending Blan, Simmond sat on the main seat of the study, crossed his right leg, and stared at the King of the Blood Clan who was laughing.

"I see that Lord Blood King is very relaxed, now that the Blood Plague Legion has completed the reconstruction, and there is just a lack of a group of strange soldiers on the battlefield of the Star Boundary, how about Lord Blood King personally lead the army to flank the Imperial army with us and others?"

The smile on Brown's face did not diminish in the slightest, and his face became more flattering, and he took the initiative to bend down to Simmond.

"It's just a small fight, how can those wastes of the Blood Plague Legion get into the eyes of Lord Simond? Of course, if you really need the Blood Plague Legion to participate in the war, the king will order that the most capable generals under the command of the king will go to the battle, of course, the quality of the Blood Plague Legion is known to adults, and the king does not dare to guarantee how much it can play. (End of chapter)