Chapter 735: Chapter of Death: The Beginning of Destruction
Forenza Morgan felt a more solemn scent of the blood moon. He polished the cigar in his hand on the stone table, and then subconsciously asked:
"What's that sound?"
After hearing his question, before Commander Keplevin could give an answer, Old Posen grinned and gave the answer:
"It's another ally of ours. Of course, you will be extremely surprised by his identity..."
"He was also a key player in our attack on Laurenz Riel."
Captive added calmly,
"Didn't you ask me just now?
Why do you dare to carry out such a border war that is almost a gamble?
Wait for him to appear,
Maybe it can answer your question perfectly."
Until I heard this sentence,
Forenza-Morgan laughed solemnly as if he suddenly understood. Of course, it was still a contemptuous smile:
"No wonder I only saw these Blood Moon Sect believers when I came here, but not the Blood Moon Father who can talk to us on an equal footing.
Ah,
I thought he went to dig a hole in the tomb of the blood-sacrificing king in advance."
But the next second,
An extremely cold voice came from the door:
"If you are talking about my god's great king, and your attitude is so disrespectful,
Then you will be in trouble."
Under the dim light, a middle-aged scholar slowly walked into the house.
Along with the bloody shadow flowing in,
His figure was suddenly elongated and reflected on the mottled wall, like a statue from the abyss.
The middle-aged scholar was wearing a cultist's robe. The robe was old and damaged, with twisted symbols and strange patterns embroidered on it, exuding an ominous aura.
The robe drags on the floor,
The rustling sound was incompatible with the quiet atmosphere in the house.
What is even more shocking is that,
There was still bright red blood stains on his face, which were like the marks of a battlefield, recording the bloody ritual he had just performed.
The blood slowly slid down his cheek and dripped on the robe, adding a terrifying color to this evil robe. Then, the arc of the blood moon also rose from behind him, as if he was carrying an endless stream of blood.
Sin and curse.
The middle-aged scholar's eyes scanned every corner of the room, seeming to be looking for something, or enjoying the atmosphere of fear and despair.
And when he raised his head,
The whole scene suddenly became dark,
Because, he turned out to be the vice-president ‘Ignatius Tielenmore’ who once hunted down Triss.
He actually followed me and came here!
"Fortunately, we can still use the thirty-two fourth-level holy skeletons in the Holy Mourning-Hueyfar Necropolis to perform cross-level sacrifices.
It won’t be impossible to continue with the plan.
otherwise,
After letting that little thing run away,
Without the Mourner's Key, I really wouldn't be able to open this border gate so easily."
That's right,
Laurenzril—the predecessor of Holy Mourning,
In fact, it is the resting place of the pioneers of the drifters:
[Holy Mourning-Huey Far Necropolis]
"But the door won't last long. It will break in ten hours at most."
Former Vice Dean of Holy Mourning,
The current Blood Moon Sect priest Ignatius Tielen Moore said slowly,
But the next second, he actually made an action that everyone could not predict.
This cruel middle-aged scholar waved his knife casually,
He actually used the ritual sacrificial knife in his hand to slit the throat of a Blood Moon believer next to him, and then directed the gushing blood into his own mouth:
"Tsk tsk tsk~
Although it’s not pure enough, it can at least relieve me a little bit of the death-burning sensation of touching the holy bones.”
He licked the blood on his lips,
He didn't pay attention to the muffled sound of the Blood Moon believer who had long since become a mummy falling to the ground.
Instead, he stared at the few people in the conference room:
"We must go now.
After the Laurenzril supporters of those fools arrive,
We can probably dedicate the greatest crown war to the Blood Moon and the Blood Duke ‘Montezuma I of the Aztec Empire’!
As for Laurenz Riel,
It will be an extremely perfect [material]!”
But hearing this,
After Florence Morgan understood the whole process, he lit a cigar with cold eyes.
But it poured cold water on the atmosphere at the venue, which was about to heat up:
"You betrayed Huey Farr and even severely wounded him,
This is certainly a good thing.
But it was just a sneak attack after all,
I won’t talk about the fifth-level gold on the surface of old man Constance. According to Resolution No. 1612 (2005) of the Charter of the Astronomical Society, it is declared:
Once the scale of the border war exceeds the [zero balance value of harm], the other five levels will intervene.
These.
Can you still bear it?"
"Hahaha,
You don’t think that we need to resist the enemy or even win.”
The middle-aged scholar Ignatius took two steps closer, stared into Forenza's eyes, and then said with a ferocious smile:
"I just need to let them die!"
Immediately afterwards,
He clarified the entire plan while laughing maniacally:
"Whether it's this group of clones or Laurenzril's supporter force,
Either way we will gain ultimate victory,
Or will they receive that pitiful and humble salvation after suffering heavy casualties,
Are these important?
No,
They are not critical at all,
I just want war, death and unstoppable blood!"
That's right, as long as this border war is forced to start according to their plan.
Then, the ritual of the Blood Moon Sect has been completely launched:
"As for old Constance,
The abnormal movements in the abyss of the world's first island chain can hold them back for at least three hours.
Time is enough."
finally,
After hearing all their plans.
Forensa Morgan also laughed out loud:
"good!
very good!
J.P. Morgan has invested in your project."
Immediately afterwards, he threw the cigar in his hand directly out of the window, and at the same time, he also turned his attention to the window:
On the skyline of this city, towering chimneys stand like giant gods. They are the unique landscape of this industrial city and a symbol of its immortal soul.
But then, their roar is probably for war:
[Apocalypse: Four Sources of Destruction—War]
That is the fundamental power of the Dusk Constellation.
As the night falls, these chimneys become more abrupt under the intertwining of dim lights and starlight, like giant fingers stretched out by the earth, trying to touch the out-of-reach starry sky.
The chimney keeps spewing thick smoke,
They tumble and spread in the air,
Finally, it was intertwined with the stars in the sky, forming an extremely magnificent but strange scene in Forenza Morgan's eyes.
now,
He seemed to finally be able to understand the true mechanical beauty of this dead city.