The City of the Holy Hand is in full swing with its medical canons, attracting large crowds of spectators, doctors, and predators.

At the same time, far away in the blood-colored land of the north, it is also bustling here.

"Have you made the offerings?"

"It's all together, it's all the best goods."

"Are the departments ready?! Check again! Is the department ready? ”

"Ready!"

On the black blood earth, the tall building is like a giant octopus lying on its stomach, it is made of cold steel structure, the whole body is pitch black, and countless fine lines cling to every corner of the building.

The steel octopus is incomparably huge, and with a single tentacle, there are thousands of rooms inside, and countless people shuttle through its body, like blood flowing in its veins.

And now, at the top of the giant octopus's head, a group of mysterious black-robed people gathered, as if trying to make a big move.

This is the headquarters of the Black Blood, the core and most important place of the entire Black Blood Organization, and this giant building can only be seen through the dense defense line.

The head of the giant octopus is the holy tomb of the black blood tissue.

The Holy Sepulchre looked like a large pit, and the inside was pitch black, like an endless abyss.

In this cemetery, a total of three terrifying beings are buried, all of whom were once the leaders of the Black Blood Organization and have led the Black Blood Organization to create a glorious history.

They are also the foundation of black blood.

At the beginning, the alchemist swaggered over and dug out the skull of one of the leaders.

So, now there are two and a half terrible beings lying in it.

Next to the Holy Sepulchre, countless huge war machines stood still like sculptures, faintly guarding the Holy Sepulchre.

The leader of the Black Blood is not old, on the contrary, he is a heroic middle-aged man, with a strong body and bright eyes.

His name is Black Soul.

"Up! Sacrifice! ”

The black soul paused vigorously with the skeletal scepter in his hand and shouted loudly.

In an instant, the entire building trembled, and countless war machines moved, fading in both directions like black waves, making way for eight wide passages around the Holy Sepulchre.

Huge beetle-like war machines are clumsy but terrifyingly powerful.

The beetles dragged a huge cart behind them, several times larger than them, and the beetles pulled the cart as if they were dragging a hill.

And inside the car, loaded with countless bundled creatures.

The sacrifices struggled in terror, screaming and begging for mercy, but received no response.

There were more than a thousand sacrifices on each cart, and they were piled up like goods, and when they wept and screamed, the rolling waves swept in like a torrent, making people's hearts tremble.

The Black Soul looked at the sacrifices indifferently.

These offerings are very good, they are carefully selected treasures, and it took a lot of effort to gather them.

"Sacrifice!"

After another pause on the scepter, the black soul shouted loudly.

His words seemed to trigger some predetermined program, and in an instant, eight carts were in operation together, and the machines clicked and poured the sacrifices into the Holy Sepulchre.

At this moment, the Holy Sepulchre was like a monster's mouth, constantly devouring life.

The screams and curses of the sacrifices were unprecedentedly violent, as if a bowl of water had been added to a boiling oil pot.

The black-blooded crowd watched indifferently.

The Holy Sepulchre has long been engraved with countless complex magical patterns, which are intertwined and entangled, forming a huge and evil magic array.

As the sacrifices were poured in, the magic array was suddenly activated under the manipulation of the black blood departments.

The purple-black light lit up faintly, and the Holy Sepulchre shone with an indescribable evil connotation, like ...... The light of hell.

"Zila...... Zila ......"

The sound of flesh and blood wriggling suddenly sounded, and the black soul looked over, only to see that in the pit of the Holy Sepulchre, countless thick and sturdy tentacles extended from the depths of the Holy Sepulchre, densely packed in a large area, and were winding towards the sacrifice.

The sacrifices were terrified and struggled desperately to escape.

But how could they escape, when they were bound and strong?

Soon, tens of thousands of sacrifices were entangled in tentacles.

These tentacles carry some kind of extremely evil power, and when they touch the flesh, they can cause the flesh and bones to fester, dissolve, turn into mucus, and be absorbed by the tentacles.

The process of festering and dissolving is fast, but the whole process is unconscious, and often the sacrifices are still struggling, screaming in horror, only to turn around to find that half of their bodies have rotted.

For a while, the stench in the Holy Sepulchre was overwhelming, and the screams were repeated, like purgatory on earth......

Oh no, this is a dark world, abandoned by the light...... Purgatory.

When all the sacrifices and stubble have died, the tentacles retract like a nest, and everything returns to peace.

Seeing this, the black soul tiger's body was shocked.

He took off his black robe, revealing his majestic, gray-complexed body.

"The Black Bloods! Greetings to ...... Ink Shadow is back! ”

The black soul raised his scepter and roared with all his might.

His voice took the lead, and for a while, all the black-blooded people bowed their heads and saluted violently, and shouted at the same time:

"Welcome back to Lord Inkshadow!"

Even the massive war machine roared.

A loud wave of sound spread in all directions, startling away a large area of life near the blood-colored earth.

"Hehehehehe......"

The voice of the elder came from the darkest corners of the Holy Sepulchre.

The creature was laughing, but the laughter was so ...... Hair on the inside.

"Da! Da! Da! ”

There was a sound of footsteps in the Holy Sepulchre, very soft, very shallow.

The footsteps seemed to be trampled on everyone's hearts, and even the black soul couldn't stop panicking.

He held up his scepter.

"Lord Inkshadow! Junior Black Soul! It's this one of the Black Blood Leaders! ”

"Black Soul...... Hmm, this year's black blood, a lord...... None of them? What a ......."

The old voice is sometimes near, sometimes far away, as if some creature dripping blood is whispering in your ear, and when it is far away, it seems to come from the darkness of the deepest depths of hell.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the creature that crawled out of the Holy Sepulchre finally appeared in front of the eyes of the black-blooded people.

He looked like a child.

Mo Ying is less than 1.2 meters tall, with white and delicate skin, wearing a well-fitting yellowed shroud and a mask with green fangs on his face.

He walked out of the Holy Sepulchre step by step, and his momentum did not climb higher and higher, but became weaker and weaker.

By the time he stood in front of everyone and above the magic array, his aura was no different from that of ordinary people.

"Posterity, wake me up, what's the matter?"

Ink Shadow said indifferently.

The black soul bowed.

"Tell you, the source of the City of the Damned...... appeared, Twilight and Blood Moon have started a war, as allies of the Cursed City......"

The black soul bowed his head and remained silent.

Ink Shadow stood silently, and suddenly let out a shrill laugh.

"Cursed Roots...... A treasure at the source of darkness? ”

His laughter suddenly stopped, his eyes were extremely gloomy, staring at the black soul, making the latter sweat rain.

"We and the City of the Damned, allies for many years, have been ...... Is. ”

Ink Shadow suddenly smiled again.

"So, there is no one more qualified than us...... Got the source of the curse. It's good, wake me up at this time, really...... Very good! ”