Chapter 50: Strange Movement, Return of the Great Evil God, and the Most Powerful Holy Body in Thousands of Years
At one o'clock in the morning, Ren opened the door and returned to the suite where he lived.
At this late hour, the light in his room was still on, and Anna (Medusa) was sitting at the desk, with a pile of opened envelopes on it.
Her green fingers turned the pen and wrote in a swipe, as if she was replying to a letter.
Renn did not take her with him before, but kept her in his residence to deal with various letters sent by nobles.
There were many private and confidential things that even Lao Goat and Leon were inconvenient to do for him, but Anna had no problem.
She is his contract elf, a capable subordinate, a personal maid and housekeeper. She is absolutely trustworthy and can help him with almost any private affairs and daily chores.
Now, Anna's external identity is that of the housekeeper and head maid of the Ackermann family, from the North Sea Islands...
"came back?"
Anna heard the sound of the door being pushed, turned her head and glanced, staring at him with her beautiful ice-blue eyes, teasingly, "My good master, I thought you had forgotten this place...Have you finally had enough of fooling around outside?"
"
I went out and disappeared for two weeks.
If she hadn't sensed that he was in danger based on the connection in the soul contract, she wouldn't have been able to help but want to find someone.
"I'm not fooling around, I'm busy with business."
Ren defended himself, and after entering the house, he closed the door and locked it.
Anna put down her pen, stood up from the desk, and walked towards the door.
Her hair was disheveled and she was wearing a pure white suit and skirt. Her slim-fitting uniform outlined her graceful body curves, especially her pair of slender black silk legs under the hip-hugging skirt, which were very attractive.
She walked up to Ren, reached out and took off his coat, and hung it on the hanger.
As if she had discovered something, she approached him again, her small and straight nose moved, and she frowned:
"High-end perfume, shampoo, body fragrance... Are you really going out to hook up with wild women?"
She just said fooling around, it was just a joke, she never thought...
Ren raised his eyebrows and couldn't help complaining: "You can smell this? What kind of dog nose."
Anna:(???)
You are the one with the dog nose.
Perhaps she was dissatisfied that his dog's mouth could not spit out ivory, or perhaps she was unhappy that he was really fooling around outside. Anna reached out and tapped his chest and hummed softly:
"Next time after you steal something outside, remember to clean it. Ordinary women can smell it, let alone high-level female extraordinarys.
It’s just that there is no mistress in the house yet, otherwise, you will be waiting to be scolded.”
Renn: "..."
It's really a bit ill-considered.
Fortunately, Kesha is not here, otherwise, he might have to kneel on the washboard tonight...
Ren felt a little unfair and defended: "It's not about cheating, it's because a woman pushed me!"
"Don't be ridiculous, could it be that you were raped by a woman?" Anna looked suspicious, obviously thinking that he was quibbling.
Ren rolled his eyes and said, "Yes, I was raped by Princess Irene in the tomb."
Anna: "..."
(｀Δ′)!
Women rape men, is there such a thing?
Anna looked surprised, her sexy red lips slightly opened, and she sighed: "Oh, my God, the world is really big and full of wonders."
Ren said innocently: "So, I am the victim."
He didn't cheat, he didn't cheat, Irene was the criminal.
Anna spread her hands and recalled:
"But I remember that in Faroran's laws, the crime of rape is limited to cases where a man rapes a woman... You can't convict her of this."
Renn: "..."
ヽ(￣д￣;)ノ, who asked you this?
It's okay that he is innocent anyway.
With a depressed look on his face, Ren briefly told what happened after entering the conqueror's tomb, and then Anna understood what happened.
Maybe it was too funny to be pushed by a woman. While listening to his story, she covered her mouth and snickered from time to time.
Snapped!
Ren's big hand patted her buttocks and said dissatisfied:
"The master is unlucky, and you still gloat?"
"Haha, I see you enjoyed this process too, right? You still have a bit of pride on your face now." Anna rolled her eyes at him.
Renn: "..."
Well, it’s a lot of fun to have 100 million points.
After teasing a few words, Anna straightened her expression, her beautiful ice-blue eyes flashed, and she analyzed: "There is obviously someone behind this incident, and that witch deserves attention."
"We can't just let it go." Renn nodded, his face a little unhappy.
Although he did not suffer any disadvantages in the matter of dual cultivation and took advantage of all the advantages and disadvantages, being tricked and plotted by others was not a pleasant thing after all.
This time the others had no ill intentions and it was mutual benefit. What about next time?
It is worthy of vigilance and a warning.
"Natalia, the Witch of Doom..."
Ren muttered this name, and for some reason it seemed familiar.
Where have you seen it?
I think should not be……
Remembering this, Ren hurriedly took off his clothes, took a hot bath in the bathroom for half an hour, and then came out wearing loose silk white pajamas.
Walking to the red sofa, he lay down directly, resting his head on the long black silk legs of the maid Anna, and said lazily:
"Have all the nobles who want to marry been sent away?"
When mentioning this, Anna looked helpless and said:
"Not yet, during this period, many letters and gifts have been sent one after another.
Many of them are from other countries on the Saigon continent, and not all of them are people who want to get married.
There are those who give you gifts to show your goodwill and establish friendship with you, those who invite you to birthday parties, dinners, club activities or various cultural salons, and those who invite you to join a certain organization...
In short, there are a lot of people, and they are not limited to nobles. I have been busy for two weeks, and all kinds of letters and invitations keep coming, which is really annoying."
Ren and Princess Irene were having fun every night in the tomb, but she was too busy.
During this time, in addition to reading and replying letters, she sometimes had to attend some more important banquets and events on behalf of Renne.
For example, one of the ten saints of Falorland, "Marksman" Glen, sent an invitation to Earl Connoll on his birthday. He had to give him some face, right?
Even if Ren himself is unavailable and unable to attend, he still has to send someone over to support him.
This is how connections, relationships, and social circles are established and maintained.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Dear Dame Anna, how have you been doing in the upper class circles of the royal capital recently?" Renn looked lazily and rested his head on the maid.
Her beautiful black stocking legs asked with a smile.
He had arranged to compile Anna's identity a long time ago. She comes from the distant North Sea Islands, has the profession of [Lancer], and her strength is at the peak of the fourth level...
This is already hidden, Anna is now a level 23 peak saint.
But a saint is not a cabbage. If one suddenly appears, it will be a bit eye-catching. The fourth level is much better.
The saints in a country can always be counted, and even if they are not stated openly, they are unlikely to appear out of thin air. However, fourth-level extraordinary beings are difficult to count, and it is not uncommon for a few to appear out of thin air.
Under Ren's arrangement, Anna showed her fourth-level peak strength and joined the Farrowland family. She was not a wanted criminal, and as usual, she automatically received the title of palace knighthood.
This process is very simple. You don’t even need to see the king. You just need to go to the 7th Bureau to register and verify your identity information.
Anna's white and tender hands stroked Ren's hair and said:
"These days, I have become familiar with many nobles, and initially squeezed into a few small groups composed of noble ladies and ladies.
Relying on your reputation as the number one genius in the mainland and my own strength, I can be considered a newly minted socialite in the royal capital."
Renn praised: "Okay, you're doing well."
Anna looked calm, showing no pride or joy.
In the trial world, she had also been the empress of a country. The trivial matter of establishing herself in the circle of celebrities in the upper class was really nothing to her.
"Here are two letters that you'd better read in person." Anna picked out two letters from the table and handed them to him.
After hearing this, Ren sat up, crossed his legs, glanced at the two letters, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and said:
"The Night Clown, and...the Eternal Life Sect? Haha, interesting."
Yes, these two letters were sent by two underground organizations.
He first read the letter sent by the Night Clown.
There is a dark gold clown mask pattern on the edge of the paper. The clown's eyes are bleeding and he is grinning. This is the symbol of this organization.
As for the name and address of the sender, there is no need to investigate. It must be false information.
The content is as follows:
Dear Earl Connoll:
Hello!
I am one of the managers of the Dark Night Clown Organization, codenamed "Wind Valley".
In the past six months, our organization and you have had some misunderstandings, but after the death of "Yanshan", I think these grievances have almost been put to rest.
In order to show sincerity, in the future, the forces of the Night Clown will withdraw from the southern plains of Farolland, so that there will be no conflict of interest with your Thorn Security Company.
There is no need to reply, and please do not pester me endlessly. The Night Clown does not intend to be your enemy again.
Just a reminder, our headquarters is not in Farolland. If you go to more than a dozen countries and still want to kill our people to vent your anger, please do so.
…
Finally, I will provide you with free information. There is a suspected small base of the Eternal Life Sect in your fiefdom near the Conor Mountains.
Best wishes
If your cultivation goes smoothly, your wealth will be endless.
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That's it. There's no date or signature, but it was sent three days ago.
"Tsk, tsk, are you giving in?" Renn shook his head and put down the letter.
The enmity with the Night Clown is not a personal grudge, but stems from a conflict of interest.
The Thorn Security Company he founded provided security and intelligence services in the southern plains, and also sought profits by assisting the 7th Bureau in combating underground organizations, so there was friction with the Night Clown.
However, as the Dark Night Clown's forces withdrew from the southern plains, this matter naturally came to an end.
Even if he doesn't give up and wants to continue to fight against the Night Clown, he still needs to find talented people.
This is a transnational criminal organization, and its headquarters is suspected to be in the Kingdom of Qiushan. It is too difficult to uproot it. Renn does not have much time to play hide and seek with a group of rats in the gutter, unless he happens to encounter it and kills it easily.
He shrugged and said: "If I can make a small underground organization take the initiative to back down, it seems that I can be considered a bit of a deterrent."
"After all, he is the Faloran Sword Master, so he has some reputation. You can be proud of him." Anna smiled.
During this period of time, people have already called him this.
Ren's expression was calm and he said disapprovingly: "Let's talk about when we can become a sword master without the country name prefix."
Titles of saints prefixed with the name of a place or country are generally less valuable and can be repeated.
For example, Carlos "The Gunslinger" is the abbreviation, to be precise, Carlos "The Gunslinger" is Carlos.
As for "Magic Gun" Carragher and "Carl the Butcher", these two nicknames do not have any place name prefixes. Their full names are Karl the Butcher.
As long as Karl lives, no saint can bear the same title.
The sword is the most mainstream weapon, and there are too many masters who use it.
Therefore, the world has higher requirements for the title of Sword Master. Even the Sword Master with the prefix of the country's name must have the strength of a mid-level saint.
As for the sword masters recognized throughout the continent, there are only three people in each generation at most.
The current three major sword masters are the sky sword master, the natural disaster sword master and the thunder sword master.
Renn's strength can't match the Sky Sword Master, the strongest sword in the continent, but he can compete with the weakest Thunder Sword Master.
If you win, you can squeeze out the opponent's position.
But this is not easy. There are many strong people in the wave period, and the competition is more intense. Even if the Thunder Sword Master is a rookie, he is still slightly stronger than the Star Sword Master of the year, making it difficult to deal with.
Renn had no idea of challenging the Thunder Sword Master for the time being. He suppressed his distracting thoughts and took out another letter.
This was sent by someone from the Eternal Life Sect under a pseudonym.
This letter doesn’t even have a basic format. The content is as follows:
Earl Conor, hello, my name is Alessia.
You must still remember this name, so I won’t talk nonsense.
Our leader, Lord Forrest, admires you very much and wants to invite you to join the Eternal Life Sect, become a superior "evil god", and enjoy eternal life...
If you agree, come to Baer County, Qiushan Kingdom within a month, and someone will take care of you then.
This chapter is not over, please click the next page to continue reading! If you refuse, I'm sorry, you can count down your life and prepare the coffin. Don't worry about being lonely when you walk alone. The Eternal Life Sect will let your relatives and friends follow you on the road.
of.
This is not a threat, not a warning, but a request. I hope you can make a wise choice.
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That’s all the content.
"hehe."
After reading the letter, Ren sneered twice and unceremoniously tore the paper into pieces and threw it into the trash can.
Dare you threaten him?
He hasn't settled the accounts with the witch yet for what happened last time!
Anna looked at him and asked, "What are you going to do?"
It seems that he has been targeted by the Eternal Life Sect.
This underground organization is much stronger than the Night Clown. In addition to young Forrest, there are also some subordinates of the old Forrest.
It's not unusual to see three or four powerful men who are comparable to the Prince of Darkness.
Within the Immortal Sect and the Shadow Singers, the Archmage of the Undead, Forrest, calls himself the Great Evil God, the middle saint is the evil god, the lower saints are demigods, and the rest are all believers.
Renn showed no fear, crossed his legs leisurely, and said nonchalantly:
"What should I do? Cold salad! I'm always waiting for you."
Who is afraid of who? He will leave the royal capital soon. If the Eternal Life Sect wants to take action, feel free to come over.
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The kingdom of hills and mountains, somewhere in the mountains.
Three hundred meters underground, in the ancient and stern hall, the flickering firelight casts distorted light and shadow afterimages on the walls.
Sharp and shrill screams echoed in the hall, dripping blood flowed down the steps, the air was filled with the strong smell of blood, and the powerless despair of a disappearing life.
On the ferocious altar made of thick white bones, souls mixed with the dark force were forcibly separated from the body, and corpses with deep fear on their faces lay on the ground.
There were men, women, children, and old people among them.
There are various noble coats of arms on the clothes of these corpses, which can prove that most of these people are nobles or the servants of nobles.
Among them are members of Baron Reuben's family.
There were many people sacrificed, thousands of them, all extraordinary beings with complicated origins, and they were not the only nobles of Faloran.
Those wailing souls were eventually swallowed up by a terrifying black shadow on the altar.
The black shadow has a vague shape and seems to have no body, but his aura is very terrifying. A steady stream of rich dark force and overwhelming death energy is released, as if it can swallow up the world and wipe out all things!
"Life is short, all living beings are suffering, glory will eventually pass away, darkness will not exist, only evil gods will live forever..."
"Praise you, the great Majesty Forrest, you are the great wise man, the transcendent of the world, and the eternal god."
"Ah, we are singing your praises in the intertwined shadows of light and darkness. Even the king who rules the world must prostrate himself to you and offer the most humble respect..."
The hall was very dark. Under the altar of bones, there were more than thirty people in black robes kneeling on the ground, praying devoutly.
Among them is the witch Alessia.
However, her kneeling position was a bit far back, and her strength and status were not outstanding among these people. There were at least a dozen people present who were stronger than her, a peak fourth-level witch.
In front of the twisted and terrifying black shadow on the altar, everyone knelt down humbly, including three or four people with powerful and evil auras, comparable to the existence of the Prince of Darkness.
Only at the front, a bald man was still standing.
He has tattoos on his face, a necklace of golden wheels and skulls hanging around his neck, and a pattern of fallen angel wings on his blue-gray robe.
He is Little Forrest, the leader of the Immortal Cult.
Little Forrest took a few steps forward and asked with a smile: "Father, how do you feel now?"
"Hahahahahaha... Yes, it's very delicious. The aroma of blood and the sweetness of soul are really addictive!"
The black shadow on the altar laughed wildly, and a majestic and terrifying dark force erupted around him, like an endless flood from ancient times, containing the terrifying aura of a devastating natural disaster!
Witch Alessia was stunned, and most of the people present looked in horror.
They have never seen such an amazing dark force with their own eyes!
"Not enough, not enough, more is needed!" The soul of the great undead mage Forrest roared, and red light shot out from his dark red blood eyes.
rumble!
The terrifying dark force flow shook the main hall, crushing the floor engraved with protective runes. The extremely thick metal pillars in the hall were crumbling, and the ceiling seemed about to fall at any time!
He didn't do it deliberately, he was just emotional and caused such damage.
Little Arete put his hand in front of his eyes to block the force wind, took a few steps back, and said hurriedly:
"Father, please calm down. The second wave of sacrifices will be here soon."
"Blood, soul! Quick, give it to me, give it to me!"
The black shadow on the altar restrained his force aura, but he was still roaring, with blood and electricity flashing in his eyes, and his mood was very irritable.
Everyone: "..."
(˙灬˙)
After the great evil god's soul was sent back by the devil, his mental state was a bit unstable, which seemed to be a sequelae.
Maybe it was because I was injured too badly before.
The Pope led several saints and a group of cardinals, and used the "Holy Judgment" to destroy the elite undead army that the evil god had accumulated over two hundred years. The earth elders of the natural school, not to mention martial arts, actually made a sneak attack and almost killed the evil god.
The beating was such that both body and soul were destroyed...
Of course, this is what the Shadowsinger and the Eternal Cult claim to be.
They claimed that the pope led a crowd to beat him up, and the elders of the earth attacked him from behind. They were two trash, despicable, shameless, and shameless...
"Father, please calm down. This hall cannot bear your anger."
Seeing this, little Forrest hurriedly tried to comfort him, hating the Church and the Natural School in his heart.
If they hadn't been forcing and suppressing him, how could his father have fallen into this state?
Seeing that the hall was about to collapse, Forrest's soul stopped roaring and curled up into a strange black ball like a solar eclipse floating on the bone altar.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Okay, all evil gods and believers, please step back, Alessia stays." Little Aleister said.
At the front, several powerful evil gods stood up, nodded to little Arest, and then retreated with a group of believers.
The dimly lit hall quickly became quiet, with only the witch Alessia swallowing her saliva and walking over cautiously.
She didn't understand why the leader left her alone. Her strength was nothing in the sect.
maybe……
Snapped!
When the witch came over, little Forrest raised his hand and slapped her across the face, causing Alessia to scream and fall to the ground.
"Lord Evil God, spare your life, spare your life..."
The witch's face was swollen and her mouth was bleeding. She quickly crawled over and knelt in front of little Forrest, begging bitterly.
"Bitch!"
Little Forrest was bald and had tattoos on his face. He looked ferocious. He seemed very annoyed. He glared at her and cursed, "Didn't you keep saying that you could at least sacrifice blood to a small town and harvest tens of thousands of sacrifices?"
?Why are there only so many people?”
"Sir, you really don't blame me. I have already arranged it, but who knew that Earl Connoll would just pass by..."
The witch covered her red and swollen cheeks, sobbing, and looked aggrieved.
She knew that the leader just wanted to vent his anger. She had already reported this matter and wrote to Earl Connoll with his permission.
But she didn't dare to hate her boss. Her resentment and grievance finally turned into hatred for the Earl of Connoll.
If that kid hadn't been passing by and meddling in his own business, she would have wiped out the blood sacrifice in Pork Town. She wouldn't have to be beaten at this time, and could also apply to the leader for the resources needed to advance to the fifth level.
But now, all this is in vain, and she has to become the boss's punching bag.
After slapping the witch, little Forrest's expression softened a little.
He knelt down, stretched out his hand to lift her chin, and wiped away the tears on her face with his other hand. His movements were very gentle, completely different from his rough behavior just now.
However, the witch was even more frightened, her delicate body was trembling unnaturally, and her eyes were full of pleading:
"Sir, no, please, don't throw me into the lamb house."
Lamb House, where the Eternal Life Sect imprisoned mid- to high-level female supernatural beings captured by them.
Those female extraordinary beings are all good in strength and appearance, and there are even princesses from small countries among them.
But once they enter the Lamb House, they no longer have dignity. They are just tools for the large number of followers of the Eternal Life Sect to vent their sexual desires. According to their strength and appearance, believers can enjoy women of different grades if they have performed meritorious services. The Eternal Life Sect rewards those who have merit...
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Those poor women cannot be freed until death. Even before their death, their souls are sacrificed and their bodies are thrown into a pool of blood, completely used as waste.
Even a vicious demon woman like Alessia who dared to destroy her whole family was afraid of being thrown into the Lamb's House.
Death is not terrible, what is terrible is that life is worse than death.
With a smile on his face, little Forrest squatted in front of the witch, touched her smooth face with one hand, and said softly:
"Don't worry, you are so smart and beautiful, how can I be willing to throw you into a lamb house to be a female animal? Now there is something important that you need to do. It may be very dangerous. Are you willing to go?"
"Go! I am willing to go! I will definitely complete the task this time and will never let you down!"
Witch Alessia said excitedly like a drowning person grabbing the last life-saving straw.
She knew that she was only one step away from being thrown into the lamb house.
"very good."
The smile on little Forrest's face became kinder. He helped the flattered Alessia stand up and whispered in her ear, "Baby, I need you to go to the Western Wilderness of the mainland and find a way to enter."
From the tomb of the ancestors of the Kara people, the most powerful totem body for thousands of years was stolen..."
When the witch heard what the boss said, her face turned pale and her lips trembled.
The Kara people, one of the alien races, are also human beings. They are said to be the descendants of the barbarian gods. Their bloodline is indeed somewhat different from that of ordinary people.
The most important thing is that this alien race is very powerful. Several barbarian kings are all middle-level saints. There are even rumors that an old guy who is comparable to the dark monarch is still alive...
"Sir, I am too weak. I...with my little strength, I will be easily torn to pieces by those natives." The witch said tremblingly.
To steal the corpse that is known as the most powerful totem body in thousands of years, once discovered, those barbarians will definitely go crazy.
Even if the Eternal Life Sect went to war with the Kara people, it would be a disaster, let alone her alone.
Little Forrest narrowed his eyes and said with a smile:
"Don't worry, the demons will assist you, and I have prepared rituals and sacrifices to help you enter the holy realm.
The moment you are promoted to the fifth-level original witch, you have a chance to change your life form. At that time, you will become the descendant of the Sun King - the Valkyrie Kesha. In this way, you can..."
A shocking conspiracy is brewing.
This time, both the demon camp and the Immortal Sect are eyeing the body of the most powerful war king.
With that corpse, the Archmage of the Undead, Forrest, can return to his full glory, and maybe even stir up conflicts within the human camp...
The witch's delicate body trembled as she listened to the boss's words. She was excited to be promoted to the fifth level immediately, but also fearful of walking on thin ice.
The consequences of this incident are too serious.
Regardless of success or failure, it will shock the entire continent.
Half an hour later, the witch Alesia retreated. When she walked to the door of the hall, she paused and said:
"Lord Evil God, how will Earl Conor deal with that?"
"The number one genius in the mainland? Haha, all human countries like to praise some inexperienced brats as a means of sensationalizing."
Little Forrest clasped his hands behind his back with a look of disdain.
Genius, how much is genius worth?
In the Lamb House, there is a beautiful female transcendent who was a famous genius in various countries 50 years ago. Why hasn't she become a despicable bitch now when she was praised by the world as a peerless beauty?
He likes to torture and kill geniuses the most.
The men were made into skeleton generals, and the women were trained into female animals.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Unfortunately, the Eternal Life Sect has not been able to capture a female saint in these years, such as "Nightmare Witch" Josephina, "Sleep Talking Queen" Lucy, "
Irene, the Valkyrie of the Night, Helen, the Fairy Princess... none of these top-quality women he has always wanted to forget has been caught!
'I really want to humiliate them to death...'
Thinking of this, little Forrest couldn't help but open his arms and laughed evilly:
"In this palace of eternal life, villains, you don't need to hide or scruple, treat your blood as wine and your soul as tobacco, enjoy it to your heart's content!
Things that humans dare not do in life, under the protection of the evil god, do it to your heart's content, vent it, and destroy it!
You can do whatever you want by trampling on all morals, ethics, and laws in the world! The whole world is your hunting ground!"
His arrogant and evil voice echoed in the hall, like the roar of a demon.
Witch: "..."
The boss started to have intermittent convulsions again...ahem.
After the convulsions, little Forrest quickly calmed down again, with a gentle and honest smile on his face, completely different from the previous one.
What is a lunatic, a cult, and the Eternal Life Sect perfectly explain this point.
Little Forrest looked at the scared and stiff witch at the door of the hall, waved his hand and said:
"Go down and prepare for the ceremony... Leave the Earl of Connaught to me. I happen to be planning to go to Farolland recently, so I should be able to meet him."
It would be fine if the continent's number one genius was willing to join the Eternal Life Sect. After all, his strength was not bad, so he was willing to accept it.
If he doesn't want to, haha.
Witch Alessia nodded, bowed and retreated, gloating in her heart.
Earl Conor, I hope you will not give in and then be tortured and killed by several evil gods, hahahahaha...
