Deafening shouts of slaughter echoed in the sky, and blazing flames lit up the sky.

Inside the ancient temple, the fierce battle was nearing its end.

Black-robed, scarlet-eyed warriors slew the last few of the mad believers, encircling the altar and serpent statue in the center of the temple.

Looking at the indifferent black shadows, as terrifying as the ghosts returning from hell, the priest with the scepter in his hand trembled:

"Monster! You guys...... You wicked monsters!"

"Evil monsters?"

In the dark shadows, there was a sneer.

The indifferent-looking warriors moved to the sides, and a graceful figure stepped forward.

It was a female swordsman.

She was dressed in blood-colored dress, her long bright hair was as red as blood, and her scarlet eyes looked at the priest with disdain and disgust.

Especially, when her gaze swept over the white bones of the altar beneath the priest, the hatred and contempt that almost penetrated into the marrow almost overflowed.

She sneered, with a mocking look on her face:

"Monsters? If we are evil monsters, then what are you who worship evil gods and play with life at will?"

The priest trembled slightly, and his voice was startled and angry.

I saw that he clenched the scepter in his hand, his body was full of light, and his expression was fierce and fanatical:

"Wicked blasphemer! You cannot comprehend the greatness of our Lord, and in the light of our Lord you will perish."

A deep light bloomed on his body, and the ancient gods on the altar also bloomed with a vast silver light.

Mysterious lines spread among the white bones, and the aura on the priest's body continued to rise.

However, just as his aura gradually climbed, with a soft sound, the scepter in his hand suddenly cracked.

The deep light dimmed in an instant, and a slight crack spread over the idol.

The priest looked stunned, he looked at the shattered scepter in his hand in disbelief, his eyes wide with horror:

"Scepter...... Broken? The breath of our Lord ...... Gone?"

"This ...... Impossible!"

The warriors, led by the blood-haired female swordsman, seemed unsurprised by what was happening in front of them.

No, they looked the same, as if they had seen similar scenes many times before.

I saw the female swordsman step forward, and with a sword, the priest's head was cut off, and the ethereal voice became farther and farther away:

"Since you are so pious, then disappear with the Lord you believe in......

Under that sword, the priest only felt that his world was flying quickly.

He saw the shattered vault of the Temple, he saw the dark night sky, and he saw the blood moon that gradually rose beneath that night sky.

The blood-like moonlight fell into the shadows, and under the crimson light, it was as if the whole world had been taken into a deep darkness.

At the end of his consciousness dissipated, the priest was left with only one thought:

Blood Moon...... Dark ......"

"Oh, it's Him...... Victory......

The corpse that had lost its head fell to the ground, and the ancient altar collapsed.

Looking at the white bones under the altar, the female swordsman sighed softly and stuck the long sword in her hand into the ground.

"O sad and unfortunate souls, your nightmares...... It's over."

A deep glow bloomed on her, and bits of fluorescent light spread through the temple.

The dark light swept by, and the eerie aura in the temple slowly dissipated, and countless starlights flew up from the bones, and finally dissipated into the heavens and the earth.

It wasn't until the last bit of starlight disappeared that the female swordsman raised her head and drew her sword again.

Her body shook slightly, as if she had been overconsumed, but just as she was about to fall, she was quickly held up by a chaotic dark force.

A chuckle came from behind the female swordsman, hoarse with a hint of teasing:

"Rowena, you have to purify yourself after destroying the temple every time, you are not afraid

Can't your body take it?"

A shadowy black mist descended, revealing a tall young man, his whole body hidden in the darkness, only a pair of scarlet eyes, and a pair of hideous double horns that stood out.

Rowena frowned.

She picked aside the dark power that was holding her in disgust, and said coldly:

"If it weren't for the fact that someone who had inherited the power of darkness wouldn't want to do it, why would I have to kiss it every time?"

"Hehe, I'm not like some kind and kind-hearted fellows, who have chosen their own paths, and they have to bear the corresponding price."

"But you seem to have forgotten that there are also innocent people among those who have been sacrificed."

"Innocent? What does that have to do with me? We don't know how many of our souls there are, and I will be merciful if I don't devour their souls to strengthen my dark power!"

The firstborn, two-horned youth, smirked.

Rowena frowned, and looked at the young man with even more disgust:

"I don't know why the Savior chose a guy like you to be a personal guard, it's a shame for our family, Abaddon, do you want to duel me?!"

As she spoke, a dark red glow bloomed on her body, and her aura suddenly became deep and dangerous.

"Alright, Rowena, Abaddon, there are still a few temples that are not over yet, and now is not the time for you to argue!"

A sigh was heard, and Cauchy, dressed in an elven robe, walked in.

Listening to Cauchy's words, Rowena glared at Abaddon fiercely, then snorted coldly and left the temple with her soldiers.

Cauchy sighed and looked at Abaddon helplessly:

"Abaddon, could you please say a few words? I have to choke her a few words every time, as for me?"

"I just can't get used to her, the Savior's power is not something that everyone can inherit, since she has chosen to embrace the darkness, she has to become as powerful as the darkness, and a fragile person like her is not qualified to have the power of the blood clan at all."

Abaddon spoke eloquently.

"Really? But how do I remember, don't you also use the power of darkness to swallow the remaining pollution of those evil gods after every battle?"

A tall figure suddenly appeared, looking strangely at Abaddon.

It was none other than the third-generation blood clan Fermarol who had also received the bloodline awakening.

Abaddon snorted, a look of disdain:

"I'm just growing my own strength, I'm not like you weak guys, I've inherited the power of demons and the power of the bloodline, and the pollution in your eyes is a source of growth for me."

"Oh, it's great to inherit the power of demons, isn't it? Mistress Lilith has said many times that you should not absorb the power of evil easily, and if you continue like this, you may become completely insane one day!"

"Don't worry, before I become crazy, I'll definitely put you in the idols of those evil gods."

"You're ......!"

"That's it! Say a few words! Your Savior has signaled to me to assemble in the Lord's Temple."

……

In the northern part of Northern Xinjiang, one of the old gods, the main shrine of the ancient snake god.

Outside the temple, there was a mess, the huge pillars had collapsed, and the dome of the temple had long since been shattered.

The surrounding forests have long since been destroyed, turning into a wasteland, with huge mountains cut off in the middle, and collapsed rocks cut off the river, forming a huge lake.

In the air, the violent magic was still chaotic, and some of the surrounding spaces were faintly spreading cracks, telling what level of terrifying battle had just broken out here.

And inside the temple, dark golden blood flowed down the rough steps of the temple like a stream, spreading to the door of the main hall.

The deep light flashed, and one after another black shadows descended outside the temple, it was none other than the black-robed Blood Clan warriors.

Cauchy, Abaddon, Roy

Na, Fermarol, Ron......

The three generations of the second awakening of the blood clan are impressively at the head.

Looking at the messy scene around them, feeling the magic in the air, their eyes were full of awe.

Even if it was not the first time they had experienced a similar scene, they still felt the residual terrifying power, and their hearts were still shaken, and they deeply felt their insignificance.

They glanced at each other, closed their gazes, took a deep breath, and entered the temple.

Inside the temple, dark golden blood was still flowing slowly.

The blood had a yearning aura, and just looking at it made everyone feel a desire to devour it.

However, despite this thirsty thirst, none of the Bloods acted.

They entered the temple and lined up on both sides, all eyes focused on the front of the temple.

At the very front of the temple is an altar.

The altar had long since been shattered, and on top of it, a huge snake corpse was coiled, exuding a palpitating aura.

A blood-colored sword pierced the snake's head, and the dark golden blood was gurgling down from the sword's edge.

At the side of the sword, a young girl stood.

With her back to the group, she was looking up at the blood moon hanging high in the sky, not knowing what she was thinking.

Blood-soaked moonlight shone down on her body, gilding her magnificent silver hair with a crimson glow.

The breeze blew, and the girl's long hair flew.

Looking at the hazy and dreamy figure in the moonlight, the eyes of the blood clan showed fanaticism and awe.

I saw that they all took a deep breath, and then knelt on one knee and saluted respectfully to the girl on the snake corpse:

"Descendants of Blood...... Meet the Great Blood Patriarch and Savior, Lord of Darkness and King of the Night......

Hearing everyone's voices, the girl withdrew her gaze.

She turned slowly, revealing a world-shattering face and a pair of red golden eyes.

The deep gaze gently swept among the people, and the ethereal voice sounded in the temple:

"Get up, my name isn't that long."

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