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Blood is spraying.

In the center of Erji City, the huge black alchemy array with a radius of 100 meters, the more human blood was poured more frequently.

At the beginning of the memorial, this alchemy array only needed the blood of one or two lives a day, and the later it was, the more blood it needed, the more huge the amount of blood needed, until today, just a single day, the blood poured down represents that there are as many as two thousand dead.

And today is also the last day of the thirty days of blood splashing by the evil alchemy array.

In front of the alchemy array, there is a swarthy platform towering, on which are depicted some mysterious and strange patterns, the trend floats, and those figures seem to form the head of a certain devil from a distance. At this time, a middle-aged man was standing on this platform, looking at the soldiers below who were continuously pouring blood, with a light smile.

He is the master of this ceremony, Grand Duke Shabi.

With the blood of the devil in his blood, his brutal nature was engraved in the depths of his soul, and instead of feeling sad and sad, he felt extremely happy when he listened to the faint wailing and cries in the distance.

"Ah, what a wonderful wail of death, I love the fall of life so much. ”

He opened his hands, closed his eyes, and listened as if he were listening to the most beautiful music, and the lingering smile on his face highlighted his coldness.

After listening quietly for a while, Shabi suddenly opened his pale inky eyes, looked at the position below the alchemy array, and muttered to himself, "Don't let me down, my dear little darling, Eternal Tree ......"

The wind is getting stronger.

The dark clouds in the sky were thick like ink, surging in a strange trend, obscuring a piece of the sky, and from time to time a devilish face with sheep's horns wandered among the clouds, silently roaring and screaming. In this late autumn season, the temperature also drops sharply, and a strange black gas is constantly rising and rolling around the city.

Standing outside the city of Elgi, there were more than a dozen warlocks side by side.

Standing at the front of them were two male warlocks, one wearing a black trench coat with a golden ring trident on his back, while the other was tall and burly, with hardened facial lines and a solemn expression.

Vincent looked at this city in decline and was silent.

From his true eye, an eerie black fog enveloped the city like smoke.

It was the breath of death caused by the mass human death in a short period of time.

Listening to the faint human wail, he clenched his fists.

And in the dark anger, there is also an inexplicable sense of joy lingering.

At this moment, the young man was even looking forward to witnessing and seeing death.

He was startled, and quickly took a few deep breaths, understanding that this was a little negative effect of the power of death.

Since he has been practicing the idea of the dog's head, and the source of power is the power of death, these forces have begun to affect Vincent's self-perception, and they want to give birth to the destruction of his life.

It's just that his will has always been firm, so it hasn't had much effect yet.

"It's me who controls the power, not the power that controls me. ”

He secretly reminded himself in his heart to stop the faint desire to use the power of death.

With a light breath, he turned to Horence on the side: "Mr. Holens, when are we going to do it?"

The Mythical Bloodline Warlock who was one head above him chuckled and shook his head: "Hey, don't be too eager, we have to wait until the target appears before we can do it, with the strength of you and me, no one can stop it in this city, don't worry about being too late to stop the arrival of the silver-level devil." ”

"It's not like this, it's just that I don't want mortals to die more. ”

Vincent looked at the city of Ergi in the distance, shook his head and sighed softly.

"Mr. Vincent, I really didn't expect you to worry about mortal casualties, but don't be too sad, we will avenge them. There is no point in interrupting now, if you don't kill those devils who guide the qiē life, then the death of tens of thousands of mortals will be worthless, that is, they really died in vain. Moreover, if you don't kill the source of evil, there will be warlocks who will be tempted (harmonious) and fall in the future, so that more mortals will suffer this kind of disaster, although there are selfish intentions, but I, Horence, are sure that if we don't kill those devils, there will be more innocent deaths in the future, far more than now. ”

Horence's face was a little surprised, and he looked at the people around him, dissecting the matter clearly.

With his bloodline sense, he could feel that the warlock next to him was fierce, not under him, and he was cautious, and he did not hesitate to be decisive when he should have been decisive, but it was obviously a little unexpected to say such a thing at such a time.

To this, Vincent shook his head and replied softly: "I understand, it's just a little uncomfortable." ”

Horence didn't understand that he had once been a mortal.

Because of this, he understands the sorrow of mortals.

It is precisely because he is unwilling to be unable to control his own destiny and understands the helplessness of not having power that he will unremittingly pursue power and pursue the freedom he wants.

After being silent for a while, and after cleaning up his mood, Vincent turned around and said to Helena with a thoughtful expression: "Protect yourself, and you will act with the warlocks of the Night Dawn Academy later, don't think about it, you know?"

When the summoning ceremony is successful, he will fight against the demons of the Black Iron Realm after the arrival, and it is obvious that it is not suitable for Helena to follow him at that time, but fortunately, the people of the Night Dawn Academy also have a task in the past, responsible for surrounding them in the past, to ensure that no warlock can escape from this range, with their average strength of more than one hag, beating these ordinary warlocks, presumably there will not be too much damage.

At this time, he couldn't help but be a little glad that he didn't bring those warlocks from the academy over, those warlocks and the warlocks of the Yexiao Academy were obviously one level lower, and they could only hold others back here.

Hearing Vincent's words, Helena hesitated for a moment, but nodded.

Even though he has his own pride, he can understand the seriousness of the situation, and he didn't play with his petty temperament at this time.

Looking at Vincent's calm face, she suddenly felt at a loss.

It wasn't until not long ago, when Vincent and Horence announced to everyone that the two of them were going to subdue the devil, that she had some hindsight that the other party was actually a warlock of the mythical bloodline, otherwise, she would not be able to fight against the mythical creatures.

Thinking back to some bits and pieces of the past, she couldn't help but feel some inexplicable confusion caused by the sudden change in reality.

Seeing Helena nodding in agreement, Vincent thought about it for a while, and still said: "Be careful, don't sympathize with others, don't pity others, they are all sinners who plague the human race, they don't deserve sympathy and mercy, seeing people is just a word, kill, do you understand?"

Helena nodded blankly, squirming her bright rose-colored red lips, and was just about to say something, when Horence next to her suddenly shouted shortly: "It's started, everyone is ready to attack!"

With that reminder, her eyes moved from Vincent's face to Erji City, her expression changed, and her pupils couldn't help but shrink to the extreme.

The black clouds in the sky were rolling, endless, and a strange vast force was changing its shape, and it was gradually changing into the appearance of a huge alchemy array.

The real sacrificial ritual begins now!