All the power that is obtained out of thin air comes at a price.

The price of the main god is clearly marked, and it can be redeemed with bonus points and side stories. The loot that originates from the story world is different, and may or may not be worth mentioning. Maybe...... Huge traps are hidden, under the disguise of calm.

The blood in the Golden Cup is one of them—the one that is neither too big nor too small.

Even if Heavenly Court did not carry out the interference of the Source World Line, it was not corrected in the past. When Zheng Zha returns to the legendary world of gods and ghosts one day, he will eventually face Abel here.

Of course, he may have been strong at that time. Strong enough to slap Abel to death. Perhaps it was still relatively weak, so weak that the Lord God took the initiative to intervene in the matter, so that he could not successfully contact Abel. However, just as all causes and effects are correspondingly connected to each other, when he is strong to a critical point and is about to break through this critical point, the corresponding debt will also be delivered in time.

It's exactly this time.

It has to be this time.

Zheng Zha stared at Wallachia in front of him...... Or rather, the Semites, the tide of rebellious power within them is reverberating among their limbs. A portion of his blood energy was rebelling against him, cheering as if it wanted to return to its original owner.

He thought he had tamed them.

He thought they were just a tiny fraction of the power in his body.

He thought that Yan Yan had already reorganized his body several times, and that no matter what defects he had in the past, he should be completely erased with the reorganization and regeneration of his body.

But now, the hidden flaw is showing its own efficacy.

"You have my blood in you." The Semitic body crawled like a living creature with dense lines. It was like a rune, and it was like some kind of curse. "You drank my blood with Cain's golden cup."

Inflammation burns in the body.

The uncontrolled blood energy is all incinerated and dissociates into the most basic pure energy. However, in Zheng Zhe's breaths again and again, a small part of the regenerated blood energy showed signs of getting out of control.

The total is one-third.

No matter how he purifies, how he separates, how he suppresses, how he burns. As long as he still has blood energy in his body, and the high magic power that has been transformed from blood energy, then one-third of it is not under his own control.

"I didn't care whose blood it was at the time." Zheng Zhe tried many methods, many, many ways. "And when I knew, I thought you were on the side of the allies."

"Cain's enemies." In Abel's hand, a golden scepter appeared. "Cain's enemy was Abel, who killed him in a despicable murder. Seth's enemy is Osiris. It slew it in a dastardly murder—and you have received the blessing I have bestowed upon you, and you have used the spear I wield. ”

The spear of judgment has long since been destroyed.

After it was completely parsed by Jiang Yu, it broke and shattered in a battle. However, the weapons that had been analyzed did not have the slightest secret and difficulty in copying in Jiang Yu's eyes, as long as he wanted to, he could forge many spears of judgment at any time.

But the spear of judgment is indeed ruined.

And the spear of judgment is also known as the spear of Osiris.

The spear was already in Osiris's other hand.

"You and I, you and we, have indeed been allies." The Semites transformed into Egyptians and wore the armor of death of Hades. However, the Egyptian changed its form again, its body covered with more advanced metal armor, and a dark warhorse appeared at its side as if it had come out of a nightmare. "If history hadn't changed, I thought that on the day we met again, you and we would be able to be allies instead of fighting each other."

He is Abel.

It is Osiris.

It is one of the Nine Pillars and the murdered in the Old Testament. It is an unquestionable deity, and it has always stood on the same side as Horus.

It was the same whether it was Horus in the past, or Yahweh now.

"So, you're Vlad Tepes now?" Zheng Zha knows the legend of the vampire Count Dracula, who turned his back on God's faith and was cursed as an immortal monster who lived forever by sipping blood. Compared with Osiris and Abel, the face it shows at this moment is undoubtedly lower in the flow of the times.

There may not be much difference in strength, and there may not be much difference in person. The difference is only in the form of expression, not in the water or flaws.

It has the four combat power that a god should hold, and the sequence in it is quite high.

"It's not a tactic." Behind him, the kingdom of Wallachia in its heyday was dragged out of its dead history. Heavily armed warriors, draped dragon knights, and sorcerers and priests wielding spells stood like spears behind the Piercing Prince. Their leader raised his gun at the uninvited guests.

"It's just that this posture is the most suitable for the ruler to step into the battlefield."

The winds of war swept by.

The timing wasn't great, and the state wasn't great.

Zheng Zhe still hasn't been able to deal with the out-of-control phenomenon of energy in his body. But he still knows the answer to this problem.

Just beat the opponent in front of you.

Just defeat the source of the blood.

Whether it's Osiris or Abel or Vlad Tepes. As long as you do your best to defeat it, then all problems will be erased in an instant—there will be no hidden dangers in your body, and all the causes and conditions of the past will be repaid. And all you need is to hold the victory in your hands.

Flags are being displayed.

The horse's hooves are stirring.

The Spear of Judgment is held high in the hands of a powerful enemy, and it commands thousands of armies.

It's lunging at itself.

It and its thousands of horses were rushing in their direction.

It's like a landslide, it's like a tsunami. And under the cover of the tide of this legion, he is as small as a lonely boat wandering.

- How am I going to fight?

He asked himself.

Summoning the River of Death? Calling out the Behemoth?

Use the thousands of troops and horses you have to fight against the thousands of troops and horses of the other side?

Or should we simply abandon this flawed and potentially flawed shell? Directly use the flames to set off the stormy waves that will flood the whole world?

Zheng Zhe was holding his battle axe, and he knew that he was in a rather bad state at the moment.

The power that cannot be completely controlled will even drag down one's fourth-order subtle realm, and oneself is isolated and helpless, and no companion has the time or leisure to come to help—if one's combat power in one's heyday is counted as one hundred, then his current self may only be able to exert less than seventy.

- But Chu Xuan let me come.

- I didn't say anything extra, and I didn't even reveal a single bit of information about my opponent.

- Let me face an opponent who theoretically I am the most unable to deal with, and a strong opponent who will restrain me the most. And I don't get the slightest help from my peers here.

- So......

Breathe deeply.

The spear of judgment slammed into him, and it felt no more powerful than the other one that Jiang Yu had thrown in the past. He felt like he had crashed into a mountain, and then the entire mountain crumbled in the trampling of the Dragon Knights. However, even so, he did not perceive the imminent death.

There are dangers, but not much.

The flame spontaneously formed a barrier in front of him, and it was immediately broken, leaving a slight wound on himself.

There is a sense of danger.

But it's only dangerous.

So......

- Am I playing too much against the high-end headwinds to ......

- became like Jiang Yu, didn't even pay attention to the real difference between friend and foe, and subconsciously chose to defend?

A third of the power is indeed uncontrollable.

It is true that his own strength can only be exerted to less than 70%.

All kinds of blood clan spells had already been successfully cast by the piercing duke in front of him, and most of them Zheng Zha couldn't even discern the specific form of operation, and it had caused some tangible effects on his body.

But the flame still belongs to him.

The flame had already been instilled in the Heaven Opening Axe in his hand, and at the same moment, the blood energy that he could control was wrapped in the blood energy that he could not control, and all of them poured into every place inside this innate weapon of civilization.

The more you think about it, the weaker you become.

And from the very beginning, you should not even need to talk, just swing the tomahawk.

"Open the sky." He said.

The real name of the weapon is not liberated.

He didn't use the Flame technique that needed to be named, nor did he use the annihilation power that he used in the later stages of the Lord of the Rings, when his inspiration exploded.

There was only one thing he could do—and that was to forcibly infuse all the energy and light into the Sky Opening Axe, and then, swing it forward.

The world stood still.

A black line bursts out of the mountains outside Wallachia and stretches all the way to Siberia.

The source of the blood clan in front of him was suddenly stunned.

Then, the area above its neck, and the entire Wallachian Knights behind it, turned into smoke and sand in an instant.

(End of chapter)