The same death scene took place in every settlement of Abraham in the desert nation, and after months of harsh rule, no tribal leader dared to disobey the orders of the Bright Flame Sacrifice, and no one would rise up against the lowly civilians of the tribe. It was only at the last moment, when the end of death fell on everyone's head justly, that some of the more fortunate or personally powerful tribal leaders woke up like a dream and began to rebel frantically to save their lives.

If such a rebellion had been carried out earlier, perhaps the outcome could have been changed, or at least death would have been made less easy. However, with the slaughter of the people and the dominance of the black-robed cathars, the resistance of these tribal leaders had no effect, and in an instant, they fell to the ground under the roaring light of the sword, and their faces were full of doubts and puzzles. They did not understand why death would come to the earth without warning, why the followers of Allah were slaughtered by sacrifices and cathars, and why the Great Imam of Ermofasah, the "King of the Faces", would sit idly by and watch such a thing happen.

These chiefs of the tribes did not have the eyes to see far away, nor the ears to listen to the soul, nor to see or hear what was happening in the Golden Horde. The "King of the Dark Face" Ermufasa Grand Imam stood on the side of the most beautiful wine fountain with a sharp thick-bladed scimitar in his hand, his face cold, but he could not hide the panic at the corner of his mouth. On the opposite side of him, two Dark Elf assassins who had once been called guards were slowly wiping the blood-stained daggers in their hands, and the corpses of a dozen desert nobles lay at their feet, the smell of blood could not even suppress the strong aroma of fine wine.

"This is the reward you gave me, a complete massacre?" Ermufasha's voice was hoarse and painful, the black thorn tattoo on the right side of his cheek trembling slightly with every word he spat out, "You promised me to rule the kingdom of Abraham, not over a bitter Gobi with no living creatures. ”

"You will be given Abraham's dominion, Ermufasha, as long as you remain absolutely loyal to me. One of the two Dark Elf assassins spoke slowly, his voice hollow and low, as if he had come from thousands of miles away, not from this body. "It's just a necessary sacrifice, and think of it as the price to pay for being blessed by a true god, so that you can convince yourself more quickly. ”

The body of the Grand Imam of Ermufasha trembled slightly, a thick-bladed scimitar could not add any sense of security to him, the strength of the two Dark Elf assassins in front of him was unfathomable at all, and even the few knights with the name he had managed to collect were on the ground in an instant, unless...... It's the griffon lord who can handle it.

"Good...... All right. Ermufasha's scimitar gradually drooped, and his gaze gradually became dull from sharpness, "I don't mean to betray you, master, I just ...... I saw too much blood today, so I was disturbed by the slaughter of Abraham's people...... I mean, the bloody festival...... When will it be over?"

"Soon, soon, the power generated by the blood sacrifice is about to meet my needs, soon!"

Unbelievable to ordinary people who had not comprehended the power of the Origin, blood-stained souls escaped from the corpses of the slain, howling in pain and vicious curses, and being involuntarily sucked into a huge web of red light. This web of light appeared above the sky at some point, covering an area that could cover almost the entire territory of Abraham in the desert country, and as the souls were sucked into it, it became more bright red and dazzling, and finally seemed to shimmer with a trace of golden light.

Over the Ruins, the battle that should have ended long ago has resumed, and it has become even more violent. As a blood-colored light as thick as a pillar fell from the sky, Lord Tomad Yangsen's almost exhausted power was recharged, and it was far more powerful than when he first joined the battle, and those Dark Elf legendary powerhouses who had just been killed all of them also revived with the blood light, except for a few guys who were still regrouped by the thunder light and dragon breath, most of them had recovered in the blood light, and rushed towards Mr. Dish and the others again.

Mr. Dich's expression became very ugly from the time the blood light fell just now, his gaze was as grim as a flowing glacier, and the back of his right hand holding the carved wooden cane showed cyan veins, "Blood Sacrifice...... The gods are above, and you dare to use this top-level forbidden ritual in soul alchemy, Thomas Yangsen, are you already crazy?"

Lord Blindeye's loud laughter rolled through the sky like thunder, "Old Dash, why don't I dare? Could it be that the prohibition of the gods back then still has any effect today? They are afraid of the horror of alchemy, and they are afraid that it will rob them of their exalted status, so they have banned most of the high-level alchemy rituals. Those golden eyes were gradually dyed with crazy killing intent in the blood light, and the pupils seemed to spit blood-colored flames that were indisdainable, "But now that all the gods have fallen, what else can stop me?"

"I must stop you, Lord Blind-Eyed Thomas Youngsen. Mr. Dish sighed a little tiredly, and raised the woodcarved staff again, "The alchemical ritual of killing thousands of lives should be forbidden, and it has nothing to do with whether the gods have fallen or not. ”

"Then try it, old Dash, try the strength of the dark realm that you dare not set foot in because of fear, and try to stop the bloody festival that takes place thousands of miles away!" Thomas Yangsen's gaze showed a slight banter, but his tone became more cold and vicious, "But be quick, or you won't have time to stop anything." ”

The carved wooden cane in Mr. Dysh's hand suddenly made a popping sound, and then it dissolved into fine pieces and scattered in all directions, "Then let's give it a try." The old magician said in a soft, frightening voice, and the dark green undead flames and the dull abyssal flames burned from his raised hands at the same time, and then formed two pillars of light that reached straight into the sky.

The clouds that had been soaked in blood-colored light were once again dyed ominously pitch black and dark green, and with Mr. Dust's gesture, the clouds above his head slowly spun under the agitation of the undead flames and the fierce fire of the abyss, forming a huge vortex of energy in a radius of several kilometers. Bursts of energy resounded in every corner of the whirlpool, and the blood-colored light that descended from the clouds was immediately hindered, flickering and sporadic to flicker, causing Tomad Youngson's momentum to freeze slightly.

"You're yours, old Dich. Thomad Yangsen's tone was a little surprised, "You actually came up with such a way to hinder me, the Origin of Death and the Origin of Darkness are indeed the mortal enemies of the soul power extracted from the Blood Festival, but with such a violent energy output, how long can you, who have not even touched the peak of the legend, last?"

"Long enough to destroy your dreams. Mr. Dich's voice was a little difficult, but his tone did not soften in the slightest, "Dariga, Rodriguez, and Rist Robinson, don't stay there and watch the excitement, do your best...... Attack, the power of faith in the heart of the castle is completely open to you!"

"This is really happy news!" The Burning Dragon King Dariga was the first to get excited, then he opened his big mouth and took a deep breath, and a brilliant golden light immediately appeared beside him, continuously pouring into the body of the Burning Dragon King, "Use this to warm your body!

The dragon's breath containing the power of the origin of the flame erupted with all its might, engulfing the dark barrier created by the joint efforts of several dark elf warlocks in the blink of an eye, and also engulfing the insignificant and insignificant bodies;

Sir Rodriguez frowned, he hated sunlight and was even more reluctant to come into contact with the dark magic that came from the full power of the Blazing Divine Envoy. But the Knight of Damnation's movements were not slow at all, the Star Iron Greatsword first slashed horizontally, then stabbed straight through, and when it was pulled out of the belly of one of the Dark Elf assassins, the blade almost sliced through the entire belly of the fellow, and before the other Dark Elf Assassin could decide to retreat or help his companion, a dark sword light swept up, blood splattered, and a skull covered with thick white hair was lifted into the air.

The newly revived men were quickly wiped out, but Tomad Jan Sen did not look surprised, and continued to fight with Mr. Dish for control of the energy vortex. A bleak and sad wind blew across the battlefield, the wind was mixed with sorrow and despair, as well as a disgusting rancid smell, the wind became stronger and colder, and the biting cold even made several Fire Diamond Dragon Elders feel extremely uncomfortable, and they needed to spend some of their origin power to protect their bodies.

The clouds of strange colors thickened over the Pass, forming two huge whirlpools that swirled in opposite directions, centered on Mr. Dish and Thomas Jonson. Mr. Dich's expression had become solemn, his whole body was shrouded in a strange light, and his hands were trembling slightly, and Tomad Jonsen was not as relaxed as he had been at first, and sweat had trickled down his smooth forehead, as if a handful of transparent pearls had been spilled.

"Old Dich, you...... How long can you last?" Thomad Jerson said suddenly, "You've done everything you can to cause trouble, but my strength continues to grow...... It's just a slight slowdown. Give up, despair, you can't stop me!"

(To be continued)