Some of the most essential blood covered the statue of the black god hundreds of meters on the altar and the words 'Jörmungad'.

Not only the blood, but also the cold soul power that lingered around formed a vortex at this time. And in the middle of the whirlpool is the idol of the god Jörmungad.

“…………”

This statue of the god is carved lifelike, and the dragon's head looks up to the sky and roars, spitting out all directions. Then the dragon's body, dragon's tail, and dragon's claws stretched across the void, and the minions were full of sharpness, and pieces of scale armor like black yao stone were all over the body, as if they were dressed in a solid black armor.

Crystal clear, exactly like the real thing.

“………………”

At this time, it was even more as if he had come to life, and his eyes shone with a strange red light, and he took pictures of everyone standing in front of the altar.

The dark night only felt a tightness in his heart, as if there was an invisible hand, with monstrous power, to the space he was in, grabbing it, and sucking it tightly.

I don't know where it came from, black power, from the depths of the altar. There is also a black aura, fishy, pungent, filthy, and countless times dirtier and filthy than the silt at the bottom of the river.

And this black devil's aura almost turned the world in front of him into black.

“……………”

This vast and boundless sky and earth seem to be about to be crushed at any moment. The night only felt that his own primordial spirit was almost forcibly pulled out of his body by this force.

The red rays in the idol grew stronger and more as time went on. A huge wave of thought swept through the void.

"Who is it under the altar that recites the name of my God? So what's going on? ”

The idol could not speak, but the words, as before Cairndus, were imprinted in the thoughts of the night.

“…………”

The sound seems to be a mixture of countless voices, which are both solemn and awe-inspiring, and sharp and harsh and disturbing.

The night instinctively frowned.

"Knowing the great Lord, the blood sacrifice is Cairndes, the belief in minor repairs, and today I bring the blood of the Lord to the blood sacrifice because I want something-"

"My bloodline?"

I don't know if it's an illusion, but in the dark night, I felt that there seemed to be an inexplicable smile on the face of the idol.

I felt even more cold, as if there was an extremely cold and pure power, penetrating into my body, sweeping up and down, but I couldn't find it.

Even the thoughts and consciousness in his heart could not be maintained, and he felt drowsy.

The night was secretly vigilant, and he bit the tip of his tongue violently, relying on this sharp pain, he could barely stay awake.

I don't know how long it took, until it was dark and I felt like I couldn't hold it anymore. This strange feeling gradually subsided.

"I have received the sacrifice, and I know what you ask for. The Lord is still fair, each takes what he needs, and today you have my blood, and I am very happy! ”

Kane Deston breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the tribulation was over, but that he had not angered the great Lord. With the last of his strength, he spit out his words.

"Greetings to the Great Lord, Shang Fang!"

The two words spoke, and the soul power hovering around the altar, as well as the thick blood, quickly subsided and poured into the idol. The black dragon statue of hundreds of meters seems to be a bottomless pit, and the blood and ghosts are not afraid of it.

In an instant, the sacrifices on the altar, as many as the mountain, were instantly reduced to nothing, and there was not even a single bone residue left.

The power of darkness kept surging, and something else was on top of the altar.

Looking at the altar in the dark, the dozen drops with a few traces of pale blue blood showed curiosity and struggle in their eyes.

The crimson mixed with the blue blood was shocking. The fragrance is fragrant, tempting, but it also implies a little fishy. I can't suppress the smell of decay and stench.

Looking around, those piles of corpses have long been completely exhausted, and only the remains of demon beasts with fur and bones remain, which makes people feel even more disgusting.

"Just suck it up! Recite the secret techniques in your incantation as I recite them, and you will be able to refine your demonic blood,"

Cairndez's tone was still so flat, and with a wave of one hand, he gave a drop of blue blood to the night, and the other priests present each shared a drop of blue blood.

"King of the Demon God, King of the Black Dragon, Jörmungad. From the deep desire uploaded by his own genes, he knew that this drop of blood did have a great effect on him, and if he didn't take it as soon as possible, it would be easy to dissipate his spiritual energy. ”

The night frowned and thought deeply, but finally gritted his teeth and did not hesitate. has reached this point, it is too late to regret it, not to mention that the complexity of the bloodline in his body has long been lacking in this kind of bloodline, not to mention that if he does not strengthen his own strength, how can he deal with the powerful black dragon group, can he just be restrained and let it be coerced?

I haven't already made up my mind, as long as my wish can be fulfilled, even if I am in the devil, I am willing!

Urging the spell, the night simply absorbed all this drop of light blue blood into his index finger.

At this moment, it is like sucking the legendary baby flowers and plants, which is extremely wonderful, and the whole person is fluttering.

In the dark night, his spirit wandered, and he was drunk, and he sat down on the ground again. The palace in front of him is gorgeous, the beauties are frolicking, all of them are nothing, the light yarn is entangled, and the jade rabbit mountain stream looms. Fairy music is ethereal, accompanied by fine wine and food, and it seems to be in the fairy palace.

The night knew that something seemed wrong with his situation, and he bit his teeth on the tip of his tongue, but this pain could not make him wake up from this seemingly real and illusory feeling.

In the dark night after waking up, I suddenly felt like a fire all over my body, and the feeling of fluttering immortals, and the illusion in front of me suddenly all faded.

Somewhere in the body, there was a bang, and the blood and energy in the body involuntarily began to flow rapidly.

In my mind, I felt as if I had been forcibly squeezed into a mountain, and the pain was unbearable. The meridians in the body are all surging like a tide, overflowing with energy, like a volcanic eruption. The bones of the whole body, under the impact of majestic force, are constantly shattered and restored.

At this moment in the night, I wish I was still in that wonderful feeling of being lost and intoxicated, even if I lost my heart, it was better than now.

Fortunately, in this process, it comes and goes quickly. In just half a moment, as the night gradually adjusts, the pain in the body gradually subsides. Only the whole body was soaked with sweat.

The night gasped heavily, his heart palpitated, and his body gradually calmed down, but his consciousness and thoughts could not recover for a while, and his muscles still twitched.

The dark night turned his head to look at the other sacrifices, and saw that they had already finished breathing and blood early, and moved around, ignoring themselves at all.

And Cairndez had already come to the side of the night early, and began to explain to the night why the cannibal ancient tribe had been sacrificing for thousands of years.

It turns out that in addition to the belief of their cannibal ancient tribe for generations, the king of the demon gods, Yermungad, another part of the reason is because every time they sacrifice, they, the high priests, can get a lot of benefits.

After thousands of years of sacrifice, the high priests gradually discovered the love of the demon god king Jörmungadr to accept sacrifices.

Their great lord, Jörmungad, was notoriously not picky eaters, except for being stingy, and would not care about life or death. But if the blood food sacrifice offered is not to his liking, it will make him dissatisfied.

Do you know what the most crucial sacrifice is, Keyndes said in a playful tone.

The night muttered to himself, and he had a faint understanding in his heart. But I only felt a chill that invaded my whole body.

"It's a man"

Cairndez's tone was calm and terrifying: "Man is the primate of all things, the clock of all spirits in heaven and earth. Even after a person is born, his qi will be degenerated into an acquired body, and he is often more refined than ordinary fierce beasts.

In particular, the human soul is a great supplement, more than ten times more than the spirit of the beast. Therefore, the human race is the favorite blood food and favorite offering of the demon lords and demons of all parties.

Whether it is an adult, a newborn baby, or even a woman, it is the most important sacrifice of the king of the demon gods. All we need to do is give more to the Terrans every time we make a sacrifice to get a rich reward. ”

"Shut up, do you hear me?"

Before Caendez's words fell, the night scolded in a stiff tone. His chest rose and fell violently, and he felt that his breath was suffocated and he couldn't breathe.

Behind him, Cairns also regained silence and did not speak again.

After a few deep breaths, he shook his head violently, and the night finally calmed down completely.

However, he didn't know if it was a psychological illusion, he always felt that this altar was emitting a disgusting smell of blood.

However, his mood has gradually calmed down, and when he first embarked on this road, he was not mentally prepared for it.

From the day he became a killer, the moment his hands were stained with blood, there was no way back, and there was no way back

At this time, why do you need to be so coy?

After seeing the priests tidy up the scene, the night fell into deep thought again. But he didn't hesitate for long, and as soon as he gritted his teeth in the night, he followed, and a group of priests left here by boat.

For a month, the night has been living in the cannibal ancient tribe for a month, and in the conversation with the cannibal patriarch, priest and other high-ranking people, an agreement has been made between them.

With a burnt yellow page burning with black flames, "Pages of the River of Blood", the two sides signed a contract.

The specific effect of the "page of the river of blood" is that if you break the oath written, you will suffer a miracle of disaster.

At that time, when the two sides signed the contract, they each spit out a mouthful of blood, and a ghost head with a blue face and fangs suddenly appeared in the black flames, and after smiling fiercely at a few people, he took a big suck, and the blood on the pages flew up one after another, and disappeared in a flash before entering the ghost's mouth.

Immediately, the ghost head instantly turned into a puff of green smoke and disappeared.

Seeing this strange scene, both sides, whether it was the night or Cairns, smiled with satisfaction.

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