In the distant hinterland of the Arctic Icefield, the night is as dark as ink, but there is an area illuminated by a torch that stretches like a fire dragon. The firelight illuminates an ancient temple. Its walls are covered with thick frost, and there is no discernible trace.

The plaque only exudes a distant atmosphere after a long period of wind and snow, like a monster lying on the ice field.

At this time, a large number of people gathered outside the ancient temple, and their neat chants echoed in the cold wind. They knelt on the ground, and their voices were full of respect for the object they were chanting. The chanters were pious, and every chant

With just one sentence, he made a pilgrimage to the ancient temple.

In the wind and snow, a team walked towards the ancient temple. The leader was Jupiter, followed by Ghost Face and several reincarnations.

As the reincarnations walked through the crowd, they looked at these pious chanters with vigilance. Judging from their faces and clothes full of barbarian characteristics, there was no doubt that they were all remnants of the Six Kings, and each of them had totem tattoos on their necks.

That kind of totem has an indescribable shape. It looks like a twisted octopus, but when you look at it again, it looks like some unknown animal with scales. There will be subtle changes when you look at it from different angles.

, like a living creature that can mimic.

If you observe carefully, you will find that such totems not only exist in the form of tattoos on the chanters, but also on the floors, walls, and pillars of the ancient temple.

The reincarnators walked into the temple under the leadership of Jupiter. The number of people here was much smaller than outside. There were only eight tall figures standing here. They were wearing red robes, and the color seemed to be soaked in scarlet.

The warm liquid, the edging patterns are mottled and twisted, and the clothes are constantly breaking and breaking as the folds of the clothes are folded, like some kind of indescribable creature.

Occasionally, the reincarnations met the eyes of the men in red. When they saw the faint cold light in those eyes, they had an illusion that they seemed to be looking at some kind of abominable beast, not a human being.

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Jupiter, who had unified hundreds of tribes among the remnants of the six kings and was now more than ten thousand people, was like a humble believer. He knelt down in front of the man in red and said with a fervent voice: "I, the former saber-toothed tiger

The tribal chief, Jupiter, now the king of the Northern Territory, has brought him several powerful believers!"

The reincarnations looked over subconsciously. There were burning torches hanging on the walls of the ancient temple. However, because of the spacious area, the light was still relatively dim. The overall structure looked strange and hazy, and the end area behind the man in red was even more dim.

The light seemed to be swallowed up by the rich darkness, it was pitch black, and only something huge could be seen moving in the darkness.

A reincarnation person looked at it carefully, but because of the distance and the dark light, he couldn't see anything clearly.

"It doesn't matter." Jupiter chuckled sinisterly, his eyes shining with fanatical light reflecting the torch, "You can come closer."

The reincarnator exchanged glances with his companions, and the ghost face raised his chin, gesturing for him to walk over.

The reincarnator stabilized his mind and walked forward slowly. When he stepped into the thick darkness and got close enough to see the thing clearly, his body suddenly froze in place as if solidified.

"Tuk, dunk, dunk..." A weak and short voice sounded, which was the sound of the upper and lower teeth trembling and colliding. His body also trembled, and his breathing was disordered like a whistle that operated irregularly.

Immediately afterwards, he let out a scream of fear, almost paralyzed to the ground in fright, and crawled back on his hands and feet. The panic and fear in his eyes overflowed like a bursting dam, and he shouted helplessly: "What is that thing?"

!!”

The man in red ignored the consternation of the reincarnator, as if he didn't exist. Then, the leader of the man in red took out an empty syringe, cut his wrist with a knife, and blood flowed in.

Soon, the wound on his wrist closed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blood flow quickly decreased. By the time the syringe was filled, the wound had just finished healing.

The man in red walked slowly towards the reincarnations. Only then did Ghost Face and the others realize that there were blood vessels inserted into his back, extending into the terrifying darkness. The liquid in the blood vessels was very...

It was thick and seemed to be blood, but it was as black as petroleum.

What's even weirder is that the black blood seems to be a breathing life. When it flows in the blood vessels, it will twist and rise inexplicably, or extend out fine tentacles, making people's scalp numb just looking at it.

Facing the syringe handed over, the reincarnation person who had been frightened before unconsciously stepped back and asked in horror: "Hey, Ghost Face, do we really want to inject something of this unknown origin?!"

Seeing that the ghost face was a little silent, Jupiter Jiejie laughed: "You want power, and I brought it to you as promised. Why, you don't dare to take the last step?"

Ghost Face thought for a long time, but finally said nothing. He took the syringe and put it in his palm. His eyes were full of desire for power. He stabbed the syringe into his arm and pushed all the blood inside into his body.

"Huh?!" In an instant, Ghost Face's body was extremely tense, and he roared like a wild beast. His eyes were moving wildly, and the blood vessels under his skin were protruding like earthworms, twisting under the impact of soaring blood pressure.

Just when the reincarnations were at a loss, the strange cry of some unknown creature came from the darkness. Countless tentacles of flesh and blood rushed out and plunged into the ghost face's spine. His body kept trembling, and his head and limbs were shaking.

He leaned back in a controlled manner, the sound of broken joints sounding like fried beans, and the whole body was twisted into a physiological arc that is impossible for humans to achieve, as if it was broken alive.

The scene in front of them broke through the reincarnation's defenses. One of them drew his weapon and roared: "Ghost Face has been killed! This is a trap!"

Jupiter ignored the nervous reincarnations. He stared blankly at the ghost face and muttered: "This man's body resonates with Him... He is receiving unprecedented gifts..."

Ghost Face, whose joints were all broken, suddenly opened his eyes. The tentacle that pierced his cervical vertebra became thicker, as if new blood was constantly being injected into his body. Sharp nails grew from the ends of his fingers, and his eyes were scarlet.

His open mouth kept roaring, and bloodshot fluid flowed from the corners of his mouth from time to time.

When the blood transfusion of the tentacles was completed and extracted from Ghost Face's cervical spine, his body completed its final distortion and all twisted joints returned to their original state. He raised his head and his eyes glowed red like blood.

A reincarnation walked forward cautiously and asked worriedly: "Ghost Face, are you okay?"
Chapter completed!