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The living sacrifice to the gods was terminated, and the flesh was devoured by another demon.

The path of demons, the path of the abyss, the demons who deserve to die, the wicked people who do not have good thoughts have never enjoyed the qualifications to covet the throne of the clouds.

Because sin is already everywhere in this world, the Seven Gods will never allow an evil god to be born.

Thousands of years ago, the Demon King was defeated by the ancient sun god and fled into the abyss in a panic. Then the gods of the heavens stretched out their hands and held them firmly in the palm of their hands along with the prisoners.

The half-mad gods are bound by pollution and sleep in the abyss. It had become the coffin of an incomplete king, with all the demons who had followed her to the abyss because of their faith.

At this time, following the instructions of the outer gods, the illusory abyss descended on the earth, and suddenly there was darkness, and an incomparably huge black shadow appeared between the heavens and the earth, showing a hideous appearance. Looking up, it was as if I saw in the dark shadow all the arrogance and bottomless hatred of self-destruction, the betrayal of all betrayals, and the greed that even the flesh and blood of my compatriots could swallow...... Her existence is as if all sin and filth itself.

"The Dark Side of the Universe", "Demon King", Fabuti's huge head floated from the sea of blood, but the part above the bridge of the nose was missing, and the horizontal branches replaced the crooked and hideous horns, and the moonlight exposed in the gap was like a fragmented eye, and the flesh and blood branches were connected to the broken bat wings. Her projection took on the appearance of animal remains preyed upon by plants, roots extending from the rotting wounds, causing a black-eyed demon to frown.

- It's ugly.

The sky turned blood-colored, the pale sun hung in the sky, and the surging filth on the ground was attracted to it, turning the phantom arm raised high into a real arm, and the ancient god "Demon King" grabbed the bright red blade that Yuehua had turned into, and swung it down heavily.

This is the last power that the Mother Tree of Desire can drive, Edward immediately let go of his control over his flesh and blood, melted the body and bones of the surviving Belial, forcibly extracted the extraordinary characteristics in her body little by little, and relied on the person to forcibly assimilate and merge!

A little bit of extraordinary characteristics flew out, faster and faster, she could no longer escape, she could only watch in despair as her body was devoured little by little, reforged little by little, and finally her soul fell into the mouth of the enemy, and her body turned into a pitch-black long sword dozens of meters long!

Edward controlled her blood and bones, polluted her spirituality, and directly swallowed Belial's share of the trait while further completing his own promotion ceremony!

When the gods were preparing for the destruction of a city, the angels of the abyss took a different path and chose to devour another angel to pave the ladder of promotion with their strength!

Rolling clouds seemed to come from the end of the world, raining down blood of filth and slaughter along the way, and the sin and the corpses of dead demons mixed together a land of sin.

…………

"Let the ritual begin now?"

As the sea of flesh covered the clumps of vegetation, the eyes of the Dark Sage who closed his eyes and prayed beneath Beckland widened in astonishment.

A hazy oracle reached his ears, and he bounced off the prayer bench.

He was about to instinctively follow the fear and joy in his heart and kneel, when he was suddenly startled by the deafening whispers and the words "as soon as possible" and "hurry" mixed in with them.

Blood gushed out of Kersma's ears, and he fought through the pain and quickly took action.

Walking up the spiraling stairs to the bottom of the sacrificial ground, the most heinous sacrifices were bound and fainted, black chains piercing through the flesh and bones of their bodies, sending blood out in a steady stream, dripping onto the intricately patterned countertops, filling in the new nicks.

The moment he stepped onto the altar, it was as if a spell had been lifted, and everyone suddenly came to their senses.

Then they quickly realized what was about to happen through the burning torches, the sign of the pentagram and the rope on their bodies, and they all shouted loudly, some cursed loudly, some begged in a low voice, and some began to pray at this time when their psychological defenses collapsed, and their confessions of self-confession could vindicate the old wrongs and wrongs in many cities, and if Capin heard it, he might have angrily accused himself of how he could be compared with these people as a sacrifice. But the most are the ones who are anxious, constantly saying one number after another in order to buy their lives with money.

If the priest does not care, who will pay attention to the weeping of the animal before it dies?

As they awoke, the dark spirits on the altar quickly came alive, the black chains became more solid, and malice hovered in the air with malice and joy, and the Dark Sage lit the fire, quenching the obsidian blade through it, and the flames turned a deep blue in an instant.

He walked over to the first offering, clutching the obsidian sacrificial knife in both hands and holding it high, the tip pointing downward, aimed at the throat of the sacrifice below.

He solemnly spoke:

"One, with hands and feet, to sins."

The blade glides along the gap between bone and flesh, expertly dismantling the shell, and detaching the hands and feet in an aesthetic motion.

Screams and blood signaled the beginning of the ritual.

"Second, with both eyes, dedicated to the malice of Zhang Yang."

The tip of the knife is pressed against the corner of the eye, and slowly, steadily, the eyeball is removed from the eye socket like a grape peel and thrown into the fire.

"Third, with the heart, dedicated to freedom and carnival."

The sacrifice, which had already fainted, was awakened by a new pain, and thankfully, he didn't have to watch himself being disemboweled, bleeding all over the floor.

"Fourth, dedicate your soul to the filthy God!"

Many flesh golems followed his movements, the first, the second, the third...... Endless pain rose from the ground, and resentful souls screamed, rushing into the sky along the blood-soaked names on the altar, and falling into the mouths of demons who were confronting the Old Gods in the distant southern continent.

The help of her allies was very timely, and the phantom of the crown of thorns appeared, and she swallowed these souls that had come just right, and the long sword of another angel in her hand suddenly stood out one face after another in pain and wailing, the black became deeper and deeper, and finally the color of blood appeared.

She laughed and jumped high to meet Yuehua's blade—

- Cut it off along with the Demon King's arm!

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Far away in Intis, in the garden of a nobleman, the hand of the war bishop, who was flirting with his new date, suddenly shook with his hand, and the delicately made plate was nailed to the floor-to-ceiling clock cabinet like darts, and the hazelnut cake was thrown out and fell onto the expensive carpet.

The charming woman standing beside him exclaimed, and hurriedly called the servant to wipe it, and at the same time opened her watery light eyes, grabbed Trainor's arm, and said in a trembling voice with a hint of coquettishness in fear: "Are you hurt?" Is it not to your taste? ”

Trainor opened his mouth, but didn't make a sound, he didn't know how to describe the sudden feeling in his heart, as if his heart was suddenly clenched by an invisible hand. The scalp was numb, and even the girl in front of me who wanted to climb the high branches and happened to be very in line with her aesthetics ignored it.

He looked over the ledge and saw his messenger kneeling on it, bowing his head to the south.

The violently beating heart gradually returned to normal, and the War Bishop vaguely grasped something, and his expression became obscure.

On the Rhoth Islands, Richard Ernst, who was carrying things in a small cart, suddenly felt something in her heart, and her spirit was shaken, she looked up in the direction of the southern continent, feeling the deterrence brought by the spirituality escaping from the adjacent path, as if she saw a black cloud covering the sky.

This actually has no effect on the Pilgrimage Sect, but in the eyes of the Seven Gods, it is probably a symbol of "the two leaders are divided into high and low......

Perhaps, in the future, the wool of the church will not be so good......

The expression of the Angel of Temperance became slightly serious, but she had already been mentally prepared when the teacher asked her to investigate the abyss.

She bowed her head slightly towards the south, then continued to hum a ditty as if nothing had happened.

A local postman who happened to pass by recognized her, said hello happily, trotted over, took out a letter signed "Frank Lee" from the packet, and stuffed it into her hand.

Richard accepted the letter and said goodbye to him, and the postman smiled and waved his hand and trotted away.

The changes in the southern continent did not affect this side, and after walking slowly for a while, Richard saw Garland de who was braiding himself with a cold face, and saw Sharf Maxwell, a newcomer who was not so plainly dressed but not as ostentatious as when he was in Intis.

The young man whom Traina asked for protection worked as a temporary worker in the Pilgrimage Sect, living a comfortable life in Baiam, gaining weight again. Every month he had to complete two commissions as agreed, and he was sheltered by the Pilgrimage Sect.

She removed the boxes one by one and placed them in the corner, and saw a familiar blue head standing next to Sherf, and the two of them standing in the corner, presumably discussing some personal commission.

After successfully completing the commission, Captain Ghost had a much better relationship with him, and money was indeed the most stable connection. The aftermath was forgotten in the form of nightmares, and neither the crew nor the captain felt anything out of the ordinary.

However, Alger, who made a lot of money, did not forget to give Byam's intelligence chief a share of dozens of pounds, after all, this matter was introduced by the intelligence chief, and he crossed the middleman to contact the guests directly, so he had to show a little sincerity. Sophisticated and sleek has always been his style.

Richard looked at Alger twice, and found that the changes in the demonic path did not affect him before he was relieved, the seal of the prisoner's path and the curse technique were excellent.

Seeing that the sun was about to set, she called Garland de and began to discuss tonight's dinner, inviting Alger to stay and eat with her.

And unsurprisingly rejected by Alger.

……

The fall of an angel, the wrath of the sun burned the clouds of the sky.

The silence of the five cities, and the rudiments of hell appeared on the earth.

The unkind peeps and fingers of the outer gods have touched the edge of the earth, and the beauty of the red moon transcends the sublime starry sky, the secret crimson, and the dangerous gaze lingers beyond the sky. Thus the gods are on guard against the emergence of a new sequence 0 in the demonic path, or a superior being capable enough to bring this loose path together on its own.

Prisoners and criminals, polluted and cursed paths, it is better not to give birth to new gods until the end of the world.

The Demon King's severed arm fell from the sky, smashing half of the mountain peak and falling to the highest point, black and red blood gurgling out of the broken mouth, paving the red carpet to the sky. The demon who had re-transformed into a human form stepped on the red carpet step by step to the highest place, trampled his severed arm under his feet, stared at the distant moonlight and clouds, bathed in dripping blood and sin, and slowly put the crown of thorns like scorched bones on his head.

Poof!

The thorns above swelled suddenly, piercing her flesh and staining it with demonic blood, then melting, black marks roaming her face, turning into an inconspicuous mark on it.

In the blink of an eye, she saw the real abyss, saw the innate evil thoughts of living beings, and everything was within reach. I also saw it, and integrated into the spiritual realm corresponding to the abyss that could not be described in normal language and could not be understood with normal logic, and looked at the ancient god from afar.

Edward tugged at the corners of his mouth and smiled hideously.

A wisp of rage fell, and the wounds and flesh on her body suddenly twisted, and some of her skin was pushed out by something to make a sharp bulge. It's as if it's about to break out of the skin.

Burst!

A branch suddenly sprouted from her eye socket, piercing the eyeball.

Edward hissed, reached out and uprooted it, blinked, the broken eyeball returned to its original state, and the undulation under the skin gradually subsided.

The disordered spirituality fluctuated violently like the waves of a stormy sea, but from the beginning, there was no chance that she would fail in promotion.

At the same time, the five cities destroyed by her connected to her in the corresponding areas of the spirit world, and the information and history of the two worlds intertwined and intertwined with each other, bringing with them the complete information of the spirit world, that is, the concept in the abstract sense.

In reality, those places have been more or less purified, but they are still forbidden places for church circles.

In the spirit realm, they gradually approached and merged due to their similar concepts, and finally turned into a small and inanimate area.

If she could—she wanted to call that area "hell."

The glasses were long gone, and there was no spare hand, so Edward simply left it alone. Moreover, she still had a huge bloody hole in her head, and the angel of the Belial family had pulled out her left horn and a skull in the struggle, and in return she tore off one of the other man's arms.

Although it was healing on its own, it was still gurgling and bleeding, staining all the hair around it dark.

The newly-minted Filthy King took out his freshly crafted sword, examined it for a moment, and used it to remove the rapidly decaying flesh from Fabti's severed arm, leaving only the indestructible black bones to carve out the outline of the seat.

The dead Fabuti is the best Fabuti, a mass of carrion that has dominated the throne for thousands of years, what qualifications does he have to fight with himself?

Then she thrust her sword to the side, sat down on the rough bone seat, closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, regaining her spirit.

The crow flew and landed on a clean bone behind her.

"You can start thinking about a new honorific name."

He said cheerfully that he was in a good mood when he had just finished sweeping the Belial family's treasury, so he stopped talking after saying this, and quietly made a decoration.

After a long time, the red moon hung high, and the members of the Blood Worship Sect came to this Beria family residence, which was once a deep mountain and now a valley of the plains, and was shocked for a long time, and was silenced by fear.

- Dripping blood poured from the Demon King's severed arm, turning into the cloak of the new King and the red carpet on the throne.

It is like a long slumber that has finally come to an end, like waking up from a strange life. When she opened her eyes again, she saw the demon's followers kneeling on the ground, the corpses of the daring competitors and the unwilling roar in their heads, and even the red moon in the sky became her background.

She finally, after a long absence, felt—

"Pleasant".

TBC

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The old king is incompetent, and the new king should be established.

Lao Ai is officially promoted to sequence one "Filthy King", currently 42w words and 93 chapters, this speed should be quite fast.

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