Bomense's incredulous gaze met the Night Demon's cold, unforgiving gaze.

"Don't think too much, you're still my ghost after all!" the night demon said indifferently.

"Hahaha...!Bomense, no matter how strong you are, you won't die in our hands!"

Osmond and the others couldn't help but laugh excitedly when they saw the night demon succeed.

"Damn, you think you can kill me...... Ridiculous...!" Bomense coughed up a mouthful of blood and laughed wildly.

"Not bad...... Daredevil, your law of shadows has caught me off guard, but you still haven't been able to kill me with the sand, wait...... I will take revenge on you one by one...... Ha ha... It won't be long before I'll give you a big gift, and it's up to you to see if you can catch it!"

Hearing what Bomense said, the night demon frowned slightly, the blade in his hand was withdrawn, and with a twist of his wrist, a cold light slashed through Bomense's throat.

"You earth dogs, you actually killed my clone!" Bomensai, who was fleeing for his life, felt the death of his doppelganger, and couldn't help but curse angrily.

"Okay, then let you know what despair is!"

Bomense looked at Horn, the corners of his mouth outlining a curvature, and the speed was even faster.

And in the magic circle of the killing ritual, both the legendary legion and the alliance army were broken one by one by the killers of the blood wings.

They can only watch the fall of their companions, and they are just the next lamb.

Far away in the unknown distant plane, a magnificent god-sealing ceremony is underway.

Melo Soren, the son of the God of Slaughter, sits on a bloody throne made of bones.

Under the throne, countless people prostrate themselves to worship him.

A trace of faith continued to gather towards him, and the door of the otherworldly space hung high in the sky.

The power of faith converges into a river.

Visions began to appear in the heavens and the earth, the sky was dyed red by a blood-colored ocean, and the souls of the dead wept and wailed in the blood-colored ocean.

Mellothoron's servant looked at the master of the canonization ceremony and began to offer his own congratulatory gifts.

In front of them, the slaves bound in chains knelt on the ground one by one, and an atmosphere of fear enveloped them.

They wanted to struggle, but they were greeted by a ruthless blade.

The throat is slashed by a sharp blade, and the bloody sacrificial ritual is underway.

After the sacrifices of death, their life sources and souls poured into pure energy into the ritual of canonization.

The power of faith has enveloped it!

"Now the gods begin!"

Melo Sauron continued to condense the power of faith, condensed to the extreme, and the power of faith suddenly burned.

Flames enveloped Melo Soren.

The fire of faith was scorching his body, heading towards the immortal god's body, and his soul was nirvana in the flames.

His priesthood involved murder, cunning, darkness, death.

He was an unbeatable slayer, and the cult born of fear gave him countless followers.

Forces were created, nations were formed.

Countless people depend on him for survival, and externally he is the god of death, and internally he is a great monarch.

Countless years of planning finally put him on the road to becoming a god at this time.

Melo Sauron heard his followers shouting and cheering for him, and unconsciously a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The power of faith keeps him strong.

The power in the body is tempered by the fire of faith, and gradually transformed into divine power.

The temperature of the flames continued to rise, and Melo Sauron couldn't help but show a look of pain.

"From mortal to god, what is this little bit of pain?"

A smile gradually appeared on Melo Sauron's face, and the flame of faith was also transforming, and everything was sublimating.

The raging fire gradually turned golden.

Melo Sauron let out a bitter howl, and a burning smell appeared on her body.

At this moment, the original energy absorbed through the killing continued to pour into his body.

The huge power continues to repair the body that has been burned by the divine fire.

As long as he carries it, he is a god.

The sacrifices of the slaughter continued, providing Mellothoron with a steady stream of life energy.

The furious divine fire gradually became stable under the crazy suppression of Melo Sauron, and countless faith powers were gradually transformed into divine power through the tempering of divine fire.

The coercion that belongs to the gods alone is revealed in the world.

The people of the annoying dynasty who believed in him suddenly fell into madness when they looked at the towering Melo Sauron as majestic as a god.

That fanatical worship is completely desperate.

Today, Melo Solon has withstood the ignition of the divine fire, and his body and soul have completed the final transformation.

Now he has escaped from the mundane and has become one of the great gods.

But he now has more important things to do, which is to unite his Godhead and create his own kingdom.

The comprehension of the law and the division of the priesthood are smelted through the divine fire this time.

It contained all his Tao and reason, and all the true meaning he comprehended was smelted into a crystal clear godhead at this moment.

Looking at his godhead, Melo Soren's eyes couldn't help but fall into confusion, for countless years, everything he had done was for today.

Now, he did.

The fluctuations generated by the god directly affect the plane he is in, but all the powerhouses above the legend can clearly feel his existence.

Some people were shocked, frightened, and even angry, and all kinds of emotions surfaced in the hearts of those legendary powerhouses.

"God, you've finally done it. ”

The believers who served Melo Solon hid their faces and wept, and the power of more determined and fanatical faith gathered like a tidal wave.

An illusory realm appeared above Melo Soren's head.

Fanatical believers see it as an eternal paradise, a destination they look forward to the most.

Eternal service to their god, the great son of slaughter, Melo Soren.

Melo Sauron felt very clearly that the illusory realm was his priesthood and realm.

In his kingdom of God, he is an invincible being, and unless the kingdom of God is completely destroyed, he will be invincible.

With this illusory kingdom of gods, he is one step closer to the true gods.

But now the difference has transcended sentient beings, beyond the mundane.

He, Melo Solen, was no longer a mortal, he was the son of a great god, bound to become a greater being than his father.

When everyone is immersed in the sea of celebration, the space slowly cracks.

The result is a huge whirlpool, and in the center of the whirlpool is a portal.

Two young men and women with short blades in their hands slowly emerged from the void, first checking the situation around them.

As they glanced at Melo Solen, they locked their gaze onto Melo Solen.

"Long time no see! ”

The young and handsome man saw Melo Soren's first words, and he was slightly murderous.

The power he unleashed was comparable to even Melo Soren, who was on the verge of completing the canonization of God, and the same was true of the woman standing beside him.

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