In place, Sayanu, the god of blood-killing, said nothing.
The gods' war in ancient times ended, and cracks appeared in the world, so both indigenous gods saw the vastness of the multiverse, and the god of disaster even directly entered the wizard world.
"The rules of world balance exist, and I really can't kill you."
After a while, the God of Disaster spoke quietly and said, "But if all the divine power is seized, then what is the difference between you and death?"
"Don't worry, the God of Blood-killing will not disappear."
"But, this authority needs to be controlled by another person..."
After saying that, the God of Disaster waved his hand, and the remaining more than thirty kings of evil beasts launched a suicide attack towards Sayanu. In the dark sea of ​​trees, the black mist seemed to boil at this moment, and the flames turned into by the crimson divine power were actually suppressed.
A dark red sea of ​​trees was once again shrouded in darkness.
Saya, who was controlled by the God of Disaster, also dragged the broken sword and rushed towards the father-like blood-killing god. His eyes were faintly shining with a luster of resistance, but the control for thousands of years could not be broken free.
"Come on, endless mist!"
In place, the God of Disaster let out a shout, his face waved tentacles, his eyes closed one after another on the surface, and huge eyeballs appeared in the sky covered by darkness.
Hurry!
At the same time, in the dark sea of ​​trees, black trees, driven by the divine power of disaster, seemed to come alive, twisted and attacked Sayanu, and branches like demonic minions came overwhelmed.
"snort!"
Sayanu snorted coldly, and the scree red power burst out again, and thin red lines appeared faintly from his arms. The divine power turned into flames to burn, dispelling the black fog that invaded the surroundings.
Immediately afterwards, Sayenu swung the red giant sword violently.
A giant ground-digging insect, the king of evil beasts, was cut in half by the crimson sword energy, and his bloated and broken body struggled on the ground, but soon it stopped moving and turned into rotten flesh and blood and black mist.
Not far away, the God of Disaster's eyes were cold.
For everything today, he has prepared a few years ago. As long as he can subvert the rule of the Blood Killing God, it is worth it to pay any price. The nearly 100 evil beast kings in the Dark Tree Sea, although they are the power he accumulated for thousands of years of Black Fog Sea, are now all of them used as cannon fodder.
"Go, my kids!"
The God of Disaster murmured to himself, saying hoarsely, "As long as you can consume Sayanu's divine power, you will not be sacrificed in vain. After I become the only master of this world, you will all be resurrected again."
...
On the other side, the dark sea of ​​trees.
The fiery red sky, which was originally reflected by the crimson divine power, suddenly fell into darkness at the last moment, and the faint mist around it surged again, as if it had suppressed everything again and became the main theme of the dark tree sea.
"It's... dark?"
In place, Enzo frowned slightly, and a trace of solemnity appeared on his face. The changes in the dark sea of ​​trees seemed to symbolize the confrontation between the blood-killing god and the god of disaster. The fog shrouded the earth, which obviously meant that the god of disaster had the upper hand.
"It seems... the God of Disaster still has a trump card!"
Enzo sighed in his heart. As the only two indigenous gods in the world, no matter how they think, the God of Disaster cannot have no trump card. Enzo was mentally prepared for everything that happened now.
While thinking, Enzo speeded up.
No matter how the direction of this god battle is, it will not be a bad thing for Enzo. Unless the God of Blood Killing is defeated by the God of Disaster and does not cause any harm to the other party, Enzo may have to run away.
And to avoid all this happening.
Enzo must join the God War as soon as possible and give the Blood-killing God certain help, so that he can become the "victor" in this God War.
...
Deep in the dark sea of ​​trees.
The Crimson Divine Power and the Black Mist are colliding fiercely, and a sharp roar keeps ringing. With every time Sayanu waves the red giant sword, a king of evil beasts will fall.
However, even though he killed one of the kings with an evil beast, Sayanu's eyes became more and more gloomy, and his chest even began to fluctuate violently, showing the rapid consumption of divine power.
Bang!
A punch suddenly knocked out and knocked Saya out.
In place, Sayanu's face turned gloomy and looked a little embarrassed. The mask on his face was broken, revealing half of his firm face. A pair of fiery red wings flowed behind him, and he drooped weakly.
Above the dark sky, pairs of one-eyed eyes were staring below.
Not far away, the God of Disaster had turned into its original body, and its huge body was waving its hideous tentacles. The king of evil beasts under its command had only twelve left, but the God of Disaster's eyes were full of excitement.
Because, the God of Blood-killing has begun to weaken.
The Crimson Divine Power lost the violent at the beginning, and the state of the Blood-killing God continued to deteriorate significantly. As the God of Disaster joined the battle, even damage occurred on Sayanu.
"If this continues, how long can you last?"
In the air, the huge body of the God of Disaster was slowly floating, and tentacles covered with teeth were constantly sucking and spitting out the power of black fog. The one-eyed eyes in the sky were staring at the bottom.
"If you have any trump card, use it as soon as possible."
The God of Disaster spoke with slightest. Even though the situation is under his control, the God of Disaster would not be stupid. He thought that the God of Blood Killing had no trump card, so he dared to choose to fight with himself in the dark tree sea.
Opposite, Sayanu's eyes were cold.
As the initiator of this god war, he naturally could not be unprepared. However, since he was used as a trump card, he should have used it at the last moment, but now facing the oppression of the God of Disaster, he can only open it in advance.
"call--"
In place, Sayanu stood up and let out a breath, a cold luster flashed in his eyes, and then took out a red crystal from his arms, hesitated for a moment and crushed it hard.
"That's all!" Sayanu's face was gloomy.
The price paid for using this trump card was something Sayenu was unwilling to bear. He thought he was invincible, and even did not intend to use this trump card from the beginning until he understood the plan of the god of disaster Fanmo.
If the trump card is not raised, then Sayenu will likely die!
As the red crystal broke, a blood-red light suddenly soared into the sky, and then turned into silk threads like a meteor, traversing towards all parts of the world.
"Is this your trump card?" The God of Disaster danced his tentacles.
After the red crystal was broken, it did not emit too powerful power, but it seemed like some signal to be transmitted to every war ghost tribe all over the world.
...
Solu Plain.
In the Gaosuo tribe, which occupied the richest resource area of ​​the plain, all the blood warriors appeared in the square, looking at the red silk threads passing through the sky, the fury warrior O'Calen, who was the leader, breathed instantly.
"This is..." Okaren's face turned pale.
In the central square of the Gaosuo tribe, under a huge god-given stone tablet, in an unknown underground palace, a burly old man sitting alone on the throne of the beast bones and hanging a bone pendant around his neck slowly raised his head.
"Is this day finally here?"
The burly old man murmured to himself, a hint of loneliness appeared on his face, and his originally turbid eyes were slowly covered with blood red, and his own will gradually disappear. He stood up like a puppet and walked out of the dark underground palace.
Third-level life form, tyrant!
In the cultivation system of the War Ghost Clan, first-level life is called the Red-textured Warrior, second-level life is called the Rage Warrior, and as for the third-level life form, it is a tyrant.
Every tyrant is a puppet of God!
When the God of Blood Killing needs them, they will be deprived of their own will and become part of the God of Blood Killing. This is the fate of every tyrant and can also be regarded as a curse.
In the Gaosuo tribe, the burly old man walked out of the underground palace.
Like a walking corpse, he came to the God-given Stone Monument. With a loud shout, his burly body exploded and turned into a crimson blood mist, blending into the God-given Stone Monument.
In an instant, a red light soared into the sky.
...
War to the Ghost World, Corenle Valley.
The magnificent and sturdy city walls form a fortress at the entrance of the valley. The Kingdom of Corenl, formed by hundreds of warrior tribes, is located in this vast valley.
The war ghost tribe generally exists in the form of a tribe.
But if a certain tribe becomes strong in constant conquest, with a population of more than one million, then this tribe will be qualified to become a kingdom, just like the Kingdom of Cole.
The Kingdom of Corenle, with five million people, is one of the thirty-seven kingdoms in the world of ghost warfare. As the king, Corenle has been at the age of four hundred years. In his early years, he fought south and north and conquered a vast territory.
Kingdom of Cole, in the palace.
On the throne cast by gold, the elderly Corenle was originally enjoying the service of a female slave, but as a red light flashed through the sky, an indescribable expression suddenly appeared on his old face.
Gradually, the luster in his eyes lost.
The tyrant who had defeated the Kingdom of Cole alone, brutally pushed away the female slaves serving around him, and came to the deepest part of the palace like a walking corpse, under a huge stone tablet of gods.
Like the tyrants of the Gosso tribe, Corenle's body exploded in an instant.
The crimson blood mist melted into the divine stone tablet, as if it turned into a red light and rushed straight into the sky. The ministers of the Kingdom of Cole that were rushing around were all looking at the scene in front of them in shock, looking a little at a loss.
...
At the same time, the wars around the world.
Similar things are happening constantly. After the blood-killing god in the dark tree sea crushed the red crystal, it seemed to trigger some kind of ban. Each third-level life form of the ghost tribe lost its own will.
The tyrants came to the God-given stone tablet like puppets and committed suicide.
The power of the third-level living body was projected into the sky through the God-given stone tablet, and then gathered into a powerful scarlet divine power, which rushed directly to the dark sea of ​​trees, broke through the rules and poured into Sayanu's body.
...
Deep in the dark sea of ​​trees.
The crimson divine power soared into the sky and landed on Sayanu. The majestic divine power made the blood-killing god roar, spreading towards the surroundings like a wave of burning flames.
In an instant, the three evil beast kings turned into ashes.
At the same time, the crimson divine power rushed straight into the sky like a sharp sword. On the dark sky, eyeballs made sharp screams, and then black mist-like liquid flowed out, slowly closing.
"Is this... your trump card?"
The God of Disaster retreated to the rear, waving his tentacles to release the power of black fog to counteract the erosion of the crimson divine power. Fanmo laughed strangely and said, ": Use the life of the bloodborne to transform into divine power to replenish yourself. Is this your Sayanu's method?"
The huge body of the God of Disaster, and a playful luster appeared in his eyes, mocking, "It's so ridiculous. The War Ghost Clan regards you as the God of Father, but you regard them as blood food. What's the difference between such a method and an evil god like me?"
In place, Sayanu didn't say a word, digesting the divine power that poured into his body.
At the cost of fifty-six as the life of the tyrant, the divine power obtained by the Blood Sacrifice instantly restored the state of the Blood Killing God to its peak. Although the divine power was consumed by the rules of the Dark Tree Sea during the process of this divine power pouring into its body, it was almost half of the divine power lost, but it was enough.
As the God of Disaster said, this is the trump card of the God of Blood Killing.
Sayanu took blood killing as his authority, and his greatest means was to use and manipulate blood and life, and operate the world of war ghosts for thousands of years. The footsteps of the war ghosts traveled all over the world, except for the dark sea of ​​trees.
Every war ghost tribe can become Sayanu's blood food.
By devouring the lives of the War Ghost Clan, this power can be transformed into divine power. Sayanu has almost endless divine power. Although he is in the dark tree sea at this moment, ordinary War Ghost Clan cannot sacrifice blood, but those tyrants are not listed.
"It's useless to say more, Fanmo!"
In place, Sayanu slowly opened his eyes, and his blood-red wings regained their luster under the infusion of the crimson divine power. The blood-killing god glanced at the few remaining kings of evil beasts and said coldly.
"The battle between you and me has just begun!"
"That's right, Sayanu!"
The God of Disaster let out a wild laugh and roared, ": Originally, those kings of evil beasts were just to consume your divine power. I am not so stupid that I really thought that using them could kill you."
"Next, it's our turn!"
The real god battle is about to break out, and the previous tentative confrontation can be declared over. The God of Blood Killing used his trump card to sacrifice the tyrants of all third-level life bodies of the War Ghost Clan, and there are not many evil beast kings left under the command of the God of Disaster.
"I'll have fun with you!"
The God of Disaster smiled and said, ": After today's incident is over, no matter what the result is, your war ghost tribe will suffer a catastrophe and lose the protection of the tyrants. I see how those tribes can resist the attacks of the evil kings."
There are not many evil beast kings left, and the tyrants sacrifice all their blood.
Chapter completed!