The capital of the ancient Zandalari Empire, the city that reaches the sky.
Robbie and Vanessa hid their figures, floating quietly in the air, looking outside the city.
Countless Zandalari gathered outside the city, packed together like sardine cans, so dark that one could not see beyond.
Tens of millions of people gathered in the city of Tongtian, and there should have been chaos.
Thanks to Emperor Atta's seal using the Dark Scepter, a series of disciplinary regulations were promulgated.
Thousands of flesh-and-blood Zandalar people covered the mountains and the earth, but they were as obedient as wooden figures, standing neatly and silently like puppets being manipulated, without even a whisper.
Robby clearly felt a little weird.
They are all alive, but they give people an eerie feeling.
"The ceremony will begin soon." Vanessa said.
"We should also take action." Robbie looked at the Imperial Temple not far away.
The auspicious time has arrived.
A golden throne slowly floated in the air. It was an ancient Titan relic. Emperor Atta sat on the throne and rose to an altitude of about three hundred meters.
Even from high above, one cannot see the end of the crowd below.
The golden throne is equipped with a loudspeaker array, which can ensure that the sound reaches the ears of every Zandalari below. Emperor Atta grabbed the dark scepter, brewing emotions, preparing to give a speech and convey the king's order.
He must make the Zandalari willingly sacrifice their lives.
"People of Zandalar, the era of God has arrived. You will all become God's people, fight for God in all directions, and gain great glory. Praise me, my people."
The sound of chanting in unison came like a gust of wind: "Praise the great Emperor Atta, you are the eternal light in our hearts."
Emperor Attar was very useful, he was so proud that he almost laughed out loud. He was praised by tens of millions of people at once, which was unique in the history of Zandalari.
"You are brave Zandalar people, glorious Zandalar people. The kingdom of the gods is near. The great god will establish an immortal kingdom of gods on earth. You are gloriously the first people of the kingdom of gods. Praise
Come on, my people."
There was another burst of praise: "Glory to the great Zandalar Empire, glory to the great Emperor Atta."
Emperor Atta waved the dark scepter and said with high energy:
"The establishment of the Kingdom of God requires sacrifices. The great soul-stealer Hakkar will be infused with the blood of the fallen. The noble descendants of Hakkar will feed on your flesh and soul and be reborn. The brave Zandalar people are never afraid.
Death, I hope your answer is yes."
There was total silence below, and there was no response as expected, which made Emperor Atta a little disappointed.
No one wants to be deprived of life.
Although there is the influence of the power of the dark scepter, the hearts of the people are resisting.
Emperor Atta said sadly:
"People of Zandalari, don't let foreigners look down on us. Look, the great kingdom of the gods is about to open a new chapter in history. What a great honor it is to sacrifice your life for the kingdom of the gods. As a Zandalari
Laren, don’t you feel proud?”
Again there was no sound at all.
Who would be proud to dedicate body and soul to an evil god?
Emperor Atta's face darkened. He didn't want to be like this, but he had no choice but to give in and give orders.
"As the Emperor of Zandalari, I convey an order. People of Zandalari, sacrifice your lives for Hakkar the Soulreaper, and cheer for this glorious moment."
The power of the dark scepter spread, and millions of people once again praised:
"Praise the great Zandalar Empire, praise the great Emperor Attar."
Emperor Atta responded with a satisfied smile and smiled flatteringly in one direction:
"The great soul-stealer Hakkar, the people are ready."
Haka's upright figure appeared beside the throne, with Yejia standing next to him.
"I am very touched that the people of Zandalari are willing to sacrifice their lives."
Haka looked proudly at the people below who were like marionettes: "Then let's get started."
Only Haka can complete a ceremony of this scale.
A strange blood moon appeared in the sky. It seemed to be very close to the ground, covering the entire sky. You could clearly see the huge sea of blood on the surface of the blood moon.
A huge vortex floats in the air, which is the space channel leading to the blood moon. The fallen blood passes through the channel and gathers together to form a thick blood cloud.
Hakkar's expression was extremely solemn. It was necessary to ensure that every Zandalari received the appropriate amount of corrupted blood. If too little, Hakkar's son would not be conceived, if too much, he would die violently.
Suddenly, another strange breath came.
Haka suddenly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of Nazmir.
In the center of the blood swamp, countless blood mist was tumbling, converging towards the center, and a large amount of flesh, flesh and bones were formed, forming an ugly monster like a silkworm, with a single horn at the front and sharp rotating fangs in its mouth.
G'huun took the opportunity to gather his clones.
The newly formed G'huun spurted out a stream of blood mist, forming a straight red calamity cloud that extended towards the City of Heaven.
not good.
Hakkar knew that this was G'huun's blood plague. As long as one drop fell into the crowd, it would infect all the people in an instant, and all Hakkar's efforts were in vain.
"Jindu, I will leave it to you to preside over the following ceremony. This does not require strong power, only skill and enough caution." Haka still maintained his demeanor and ordered in a low voice.
Yejia bowed and took over the control of the ceremony.
Haka flapped a pair of complicated and huge wings, like a blood-red comet, streaking across the sky, successfully intercepting the red calamity cloud.
Then, Hakkar locked onto G'huun, showing a fierce expression.
Yejia was very cautious and tried to avoid making mistakes. Although the ceremony was proceeding slowly, it was getting closer to success step by step. The blood cloud in the sky had separated into countless raindrops, each one of the same size.
Emperor Atta on the throne felt a little bored.
Suddenly, Emperor Atta felt a palpitating feeling in his heart. That was the direction of the Emperor's Temple.
Seven tall figures appeared in the air, their eyes emitting scarlet light, and their bodies were wrapped in the rich aura of the undead.
Enshrined in the Imperial Temple, the seven greatest emperors in the history of Zandalari were resurrected as undead creatures and woke up from their endless sleep.
The first one to rush over was Rui ***, who was wearing a bloody battle armor and a skull mask. He pointed a bloody giant sword at Emperor Atta:
"My descendants are so bad that they betrayed tens of millions of people to the evil god Hakkar. In the name of my ancestors, I order you to stop the evil ritual as soon as possible."
The dark scepter in Emperor Atta's hand keeps beating. The Zandalari Empire advocates ancestor worship, and the status of ancestors is higher than that of the current emperor.
Yejia looked panicked, and the ceremony in his hands was suspended. Now he could only count on Emperor Atta.
"Seven Emperors of the Imperial Temple, who resurrected you as undead souls? Could it be my unfilial son Dasa? It's impossible, he doesn't have such ability."
Emperor Atta's face was ugly. As a noble ancestral emperor, the seven emperors of the Imperial Temple were qualified to take back his dark scepter.
"No, I can't just give up, I have to fight."
The dark scepter in his hand gradually became uncontrollable. Emperor Atta held the dark scepter tightly as if holding his own life. His expression gradually became ferocious, and he secretly gritted his teeth and made up his mind.