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The living sacrifice that wanted to be dedicated to the gods was terminated and the flesh and blood were devoured by another demon.

The path of demons, the path of the abyss, the devil who deserves to die in sin, and the evil people who do not have good intentions have never been qualified to covet the throne of the cloud.

Because sin is everywhere in this world, the Seven Gods will never allow an evil god to be born.

Thousands of years ago, the Demon King was defeated by the ancient Sun God and fled into the abyss in panic. The gods who were acquired from heaven extended their hands and held them firmly in the palm of their hands together with the prisoners.

The half-crazy god was bound by pollution and slept in the abyss. There was already an incomplete king's coffin, buried with all the demons who followed him to the abyss by faith in Him.

At this time, following the instructions of the external god, the illusory abyss descended on the earth, and suddenly it was dark, and an extremely huge black shadow appeared between heaven and earth, showing a hideous appearance. Looking up, it seemed that in the shadow, he saw all the arrogance of self-destruction, the hatred without any bottom line, the betrayal of all betrayal, and the greed that even the flesh and blood of his fellow citizens could swallow... His existence seemed to be all sin and filth itself.

"Dark Side of the Universe", "Demon King", Fabti's huge head floated from the sea of ​​blood, but the part above the bridge of the nose disappeared, and the branches replaced the curved and hideous horns. The moonlight exposed in the gap was like broken eyes hanging on it, and the flesh-like branches continued the broken bat wings. His projection appeared as the remains of animals preyed by plants, and the root system was extended freely from the rotten wound, causing a dark-eyed demon to frown.

——It's really ugly.

The sky turned into blood, the pale sun hung on the sky, and the turbidity surging on the ground was attracted by it, and the phantom arm raised high turned into a real arm. The ancient god "Demon King" grabbed the bright red blade turned into a bright red one turned into by the moonlight and waved it down heavily.

This is the last force that the mother tree of desire can drive. Edward immediately let go of his control of his flesh and blood, melted the body and bones of Beria, who had a breath of breath, and forced out the extraordinary characteristics in his body little by little, relying on his person to force assimilation and aggregation!

A little bit of extraordinary characteristics flew out, getting faster and faster. He could no longer escape. He could only watch his body being swallowed little by little, recast little by little, and finally his soul fell into the mouth of the enemy, and his body turned into a black sword dozens of meters long!

Edward controlled His blood and polluted His spirituality. While further completing his promotion ceremony, he directly swallowed up Beria's characteristics!

The demon's promotion requirements are inseparable from blood and fighting. When the gods are guarding against the destruction of a city, the abyss angels take a different approach and choose to swallow another angel to pave the ladder of promotion with their strength!

The rolling dark clouds seemed to come from the end of the world, and blood rain of filth and killing was descended along the way. Sin and dead demon corpses mixed into a land of sin.

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"Let the ritual begin now?"

When the sea of ​​flesh and blood covered the vegetation, the dark saint who closed his eyes and prayed in the grounds of Beckland widened his eyes in shock.

The hazy oracle reached his ears, and he suddenly bounced from the bench of prayer.

He was about to kneel down instinctively following the panic and joy in his heart, but suddenly he was shocked by deafening murmurs and words such as "as soon as possible" and "hurry" mixed in it.

Blood gushed out of Kesma's ears, and he endured the pain and started to act immediately.

Following the hovering steps to the sacrificial ground that had been prepared long ago on the bottom, the sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial scattered and fainted on the ground. One black chain after another penetrated the flesh and bones of their bodies, continuously exporting the blood, dripping on the table with complex patterns, filling the new marks.

The moment he stepped onto the altar, it seemed as if a spell had been lifted, and everyone suddenly woke up with a tremor.

Then they quickly realized what was about to happen through the burning torches, the pentagrams and the ropes on their bodies, and shouted loudly, some cursing loudly, some begging in a low voice, some began to pray at this time, and their self-confession confessions could rehabilitate many false and wrong cases in cities. If Kaping heard them, he might even angrily accused himself of his virtues and how could he compare with these people and serve as sacrifices. But at most, he was extremely anxious, constantly saying one number after another to seek life with money.

The priest ignored the priest, who would care about the crying of the livestock before their death?

As they woke up, the dark spirituality on the altar quickly became active, the black chains became more solid, and they hovered in the air with malicious intentions and joy. The dark saint ignited the fire platform and quenched the obsidian blade in it, and the flames turned into a deep blue in the blink of an eye.

He walked towards the first offering, clasped the obsidian offering knife with both hands, raised it high, with the tip of the knife facing downwards, aiming at the throat of the offering below.

He spoke solemnly:

"First, give it to sin with your hands and feet."

The blade slides along the gap between bones and flesh, skillfully breaking down the body, and removing hands and feet in beautiful movements.

Screams and blood indicate the beginning of the sacrifice.

"Second, use your eyes to dedicate your malice."

The tip of the knife presses against the corner of the eye, slowly and steadily, remove the eyeball from the eye socket like peeling a grape and throw it into the fire.

"Third, with the heart, dedicated to freedom and carnival."

The sacrifice that had fainted was awakened by new pain. Fortunately, he didn't have to watch himself be dismantled and blood flowed all over the ground.

"Fourth, dedicate it to the filthy God with soul!"

Many flesh and blood puppets followed his movements, the first, the second, the third... endless pain rose from the ground, and the resentful soul roared, rushed into the sky along the blood-irrigated name on the altar, and fell into the mouth of the demon who was confronting the ancient god in the distant southern continent.

The aid of the allies was very timely, and the shadow of the crown of thorns appeared. He swallowed these souls that were just right. The sword transformed by another angel in his hand suddenly appeared one painful and wailing face after another. The black became deeper and deeper, and finally a blood color appeared.

He laughed, jumped high, and met the blade of the moon-

——Slash it with the arm of the demon king!

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In the garden of a nobleman, the bishop of the war, who was teasing his new date, suddenly shook his hand holding the plate. The exquisitely crafted plate was nailed to the floor-to-ceiling clock cabinet like a dart. The hazelnut cake was thrown out and fell onto the expensive carpet.

The charming woman standing beside him exclaimed, and quickly called for the servant to wipe it. At the same time, she opened her watery light-colored eyes widened, held Trainer's arm, and spoke in a trembling tone with a hint of coquettishness in fear: "Are you hurt? Is it not to your taste?"

Trainer opened his mouth without making a sound. He didn't know how to describe the sudden feeling in his heart just now, as if his heart was suddenly clenched by an invisible hand. His scalp was numb, and even the girl in front of him who wanted to climb high and just fit his aesthetics was ignored.

He looked at the windowsill and saw his messenger kneeling on it, lowering his head to the south.

The violently beating heart gradually returned to normal, and the bishop of the war vaguely grasped something, and his expression became dim.

On the Rosad Islands, Richard Ernst, who was carrying things in a cart, suddenly felt something, and his spirituality was shocked. He looked up and looked in the direction of the southern continent, feeling the deterrence brought by the spirituality of the adjacent paths, as if he saw a black cloud covering the sky.

This actually has no effect on the ritual sect, but in the eyes of the Seven Gods, it is probably a symbol of "the two leaders distinguish the level"...

Perhaps, the church’s wool will not be so easy to pull out in the future...

The expression of the Angel of Temperance became slightly serious, but he had already been prepared almost as soon as the teacher asked him to investigate the abyss.

He lowered his head slightly to the south, then looked like nothing happened, and continued humming a small song to carry supplies.

A local postman who happened to pass by recognized Him, greeted Him happily, trotted over, took out a letter signed by "Frank Lee" from the mailbox and stuffed it into His hands.

Richard accepted the letter and said goodbye to him. The postman also waved his hand with a smile and trotted away.

The Southern Continent did not affect this place. After walking slowly for a while, Richard saw Garland De, who was braiding himself with a cold face, and saw the newcomer Schalf Maxwell, who was not as simple as he was in Intis.

The young man Trainer asked for protection worked as a temporary worker in the ritual sect, lived a comfortable life in Baiyam, and his weight increased. He needed to complete two commissions as agreed every month and was protected by the ritual sect.

He moved the boxes one by one and placed them in the corner, and saw a familiar blue head standing next to Shilf, and the two of them standing in the corner, probably discussing some private commission.

After successfully completing the commission, Captain Ghost had a much better relationship with him, and money was indeed the most stable connection. The subsequent impact was gradually forgotten in the form of nightmare, and neither the crew nor the captain felt anything abnormal.

However, Alger, who made a lot of money, did not forget to share the information leader of Baiyam's intelligence leader with dozens of pounds. After all, this matter was introduced by the intelligence leader, and he had to show some sincerity when he crossed the middlemen and contacted the customers directly. He had to show some sincerity. Skill and sleek have always been his style.

Richard looked at Alger and felt relieved when he found that the changes in the demon path had not had any impact on him. The sealing and cursing skills of the prisoner path were both excellent.

Seeing that the sun was about to set, He called Garland De and began to discuss dinner tonight, and invited Alger to stay and eat together.

And it was not surprisingly rejected by Alger.

...

The fall of an angel, the fury of the sun burned the clouds in the sky red.

The silence of the five cities, the prototype of hell appeared on the earth from then on.

The external god's malicious peeping and fingers have touched the edge of the earth. The beauty of the red moon transcends the sublime starry sky, the hidden crimson, and the dangerous gaze wanders outside the sky. Therefore, the gods are guarding against the appearance of new sequences 0 of the demon path, or have enough ability to integrate this loose path with their own strength.

Prisoners and criminals, contaminated and cursed ways, it is best not to give birth to new gods until the end of the world.

The demon king's broken arm fell from a high altitude, collapsed half of the mountain and landed at the highest point. Black and red blood flowed out of the broken mouth, laying the red carpet to the sky. The demon, who had turned into a human form, stepped on the red carpet step by step to the highest point, stepped on the broken arm under his feet, staring at the moonlight and clouds that were gone, bathed in the dripping blood and sin, and slowly put the scattered jingle crown on his head.

Puchi!

The thorns above suddenly swelled up, piercing into His flesh, contaminating the blood of the demon, and then melted, and some black marks wandered on His face, turning into an insignificant mark on his face.

In a blink of an eye, He saw the real abyss, the evil thoughts that were born to the creatures, and everything was within reach. He also saw, integrated into the spiritual world corresponding to the abyss that could not be described in normal language and could not be understood in normal logic, and looked at the ancient god from afar.

Edward pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled ferociously.

A wisp of rage fell, and the wounds and flesh on His body suddenly twisted, and something was pushing out sharply underneath part of his skin, as if it was about to break out of his skin.

puff!

A branch suddenly grew out of His eye socket, piercing his eyeball.

Edward hissed, reached out and pulled it out, blinked his eyes, and the broken eyeballs returned to their original state, and the ups and downs under the skin gradually faded.

The disordered spirituality fluctuated violently like the stormy waves, but from the beginning, He had no possibility of failure in promotion.

At the same time, the five cities destroyed by Him have been connected with Him in the corresponding areas of the spiritual world. The information and history of the two worlds are intertwined and entangled, bringing the complete information of the spiritual world, which is the concept in the abstract sense.

In reality, those places have been purified more or less, but they are still forbidden areas of the church circle.

In the spiritual world, they gradually approach and merge due to similar concepts, and finally turn into a small, inanimate area.

If possible—He wants to call that area “hell.”

The glasses were gone long ago and there was no spare hand, so Edward simply ignored it. Moreover, there was a huge blood hole on His head. The angel of the Belia family pulled out all the horns on His left and a skull in the fight. In response, He tore off one of the other's arm.

Although he is healing himself, blood is still emitting from the place, dyeing all the hair around him dark.

The newly promoted filthy king took out the sword he had just made, looked at it for a moment, and used it to remove the rapidly rotting flesh and blood from Fabouti's broken arm, leaving only the indestructible black bones, carving out the outline of the seat.

The dead Fabouti is the best Fabouti. A group of carrion that has occupied the throne for thousands of years. What qualifications do you have to fight with yourself?

Then He stabbed the sword aside, sat on the rough bone mount, closed his eyes and rested his spirit.

The crow flew over and landed on a clean bone behind Him.

“You can start thinking about a new honor.”

He said happily that he was in a great mood after sweeping the Beria family treasure house, so after saying this, he stopped talking and quietly made a decoration.
To be continued...