Chapter 105 Broken

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The living sacrifice intended to be offered to the gods was terminated, and the flesh was devoured by another demon.

The devil path, the abyss path, the devils who deserve death, and the evil people with no good intentions have never had the qualification to covet the throne of God in the clouds.

Because the world is filled with evil, the Seven Gods will never allow an evil god to be born.

Thousands of years ago, the demon king was defeated by the ancient sun god and fled into the abyss in panic. Then the gods from outside the sky stretched out their hands and held them and the prisoners firmly in their palms.

The half-mad god was bound by pollution and slept in the abyss. It has become the coffin of an incomplete king, buried with all the demons who followed him to the abyss because of their belief in him.

At this time, following the instructions of the outer gods, the illusory abyss descended on the earth, and suddenly darkness fell. An extremely huge black shadow appeared between the sky and the earth, showing a ferocious appearance. Looking up, it seemed as if I saw everything in the black shadow.

Self-destructive arrogance, bottomless hatred, betrayal of all, greed that can even swallow the flesh and blood of his compatriots... His existence seems to be all sin and filth itself.

"Dark Side of the Universe", "Demon King", Fabuti's huge head floated from the sea of ​​blood, but the part above the bridge of the nose was missing. The horizontal branches replaced the curved and ferocious horns, and the moonlight exposed in the gap seemed to be

Broken eyes and flesh hung on it in bits and pieces, and fleshy branches connected the broken bat wings. Its projection showed the appearance of the remains of animals preyed on by plants, with roots extending out from the rotten wounds.

It made a certain dark-eyed demon frown.

——It’s really ugly.

The sky turned blood-colored, and the pale sun hung in the sky. The surging filth on the ground was attracted, and the phantom arm raised high turned into a real arm. The ancient god "Demon King" grabbed the moonlight.

The transformed bright red blade swung down heavily.

This was the last power that the Mother Tree of Desire could drive. Edward immediately let go of his control over his flesh and blood, melted the body and bones of Beria, who was still alive, and forcibly extracted the extraordinary characteristics from his body bit by bit. Relying on his personality,

Forced assimilation and aggregation!

Bits of extraordinary characteristics flew out, faster and faster. He could no longer escape. He could only watch in despair as his body was swallowed bit by bit and recast bit by bit. Finally, his soul fell into the enemy's mouth, and his body turned into

A pitch-black long sword dozens of meters long!

Edward controlled his bones and blood, polluted his spirituality, and while further completing his promotion ceremony, he directly swallowed Beria's characteristics!

The devil's promotion requirements are inseparable from blood and fighting. When the gods were preparing for the destruction of a city, the Angel of the Abyss found another way and chose to devour another angel to pave the ladder of promotion with strength!

The rolling dark clouds seemed to come from the end of the world, raining blood of filth and murder along the way. Sin and the corpses of dead demons mixed into a sinful land.

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"Let the ceremony begin now?"

When the sea of ​​flesh and blood covered the overgrown plants, the Dark Saint who was praying with his eyes closed under Backlund's eyes widened in shock.

The hazy oracle reached his ears, and he suddenly jumped up from the prayer bench.

He was about to kneel down instinctively following the fear and joy in his heart, when he was suddenly startled by the deafening gibbering and the words "as soon as possible" and "hurry" mixed in it.

Blood spurted out from Kosma's ears, and he endured the pain and acted quickly.

Along the winding steps to the sacrificial site that had been prepared at the bottom, the heinous sacrifices were all tied and fainted to the ground. One black chain after another penetrated the flesh, flesh and bones of their bodies, and they were continuously

Blood flowed out and dripped onto the countertop carved with complicated patterns, filling in those brand-new scratches.

The moment he stepped onto the altar, it was as if a spell was lifted, and everyone suddenly woke up.

Then they quickly realized what was about to happen through the burning torches, the five-pointed star logo and the ropes on their bodies, and they shouted loudly in unison, some were cursing loudly, some were begging in low voices, and some at this time

The psychological defense line collapsed and they began to pray that their self-confession confessions could vindicate many old unjust, false and wrongful cases in the city. If Kaping heard it, he might even angrily accuse himself. How can he be compared with these people?

Sacrifices. But the most common ones are those who are extremely anxious and keep saying numbers one after another in order to buy their lives with money.

The officiant is indifferent. Who would care about the cry of an animal before it dies?

As they awakened, the dark spirituality on the altar quickly became active. The black chains became more solid and maliciously hovered in the air happily. The dark saint lit the fire platform and quenched the obsidian blade in it. The flames flashed in the blink of an eye.

It turns into a deep blue.

He walked towards the first sacrifice, held the obsidian sacrificial knife tightly in both hands, raised it high, pointed the knife tip downward, and aimed it at the throat of the sacrifice below.

He spoke solemnly:

"One, sacrifice your hands and feet to sin."

The blade slides along the gap between bone and flesh, deftly disassembling the body, and removing the hands and feet with a beautiful movement.

Screams and blood signaled the beginning of the ritual.

"Second, dedicate your eyes to Zhang Yang's malice."

Put the tip of the knife against the corner of the eye, slowly and steadily, peel the eyeball out of the socket like peeling a grape, and throw it into the fire.

"Third, dedicate your heart to freedom and carnival."

The victim who had fainted was awakened by new pain. Fortunately, he did not have to watch himself being disemboweled and bleeding all over the floor.

"Fourth, sacrifice your soul to the filthy god!"

Many flesh and blood puppets followed his movements, the first, the second, the third... Endless pain rose from the ground, and the resentful soul screamed, rushing in along the blood-irrigated name on the altar.

The sky fell into the mouth of the demon who was confronting the ancient gods in the distant southern continent.

The aid from the allies was very timely, and the shadow of the Crown of Thorns emerged. He swallowed the souls that came at the right time. The long sword transformed by another angel in his hand suddenly showed faces one after another in pain and wailing, and the color became darker and darker.

Deep, and finally the color of blood appeared.

He laughed loudly, jumped up high, and met Yuehua's blade——

——Cut it off together with the demon king’s arm!

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In a noble garden in distant Intis, the war bishop who was teasing his new date suddenly shook his hand holding the plate. The exquisitely crafted plate was nailed to the floor-standing wall clock cabinet like a dart, and the hazelnut cake was thrown away.

I went out and landed on an expensive carpet.

The charming woman standing next to him exclaimed and quickly called the servant to wipe it. At the same time, she opened her watery light eyes wide, took Traynor's arm, and spoke in a trembling voice with a hint of coquettishness in her panic:

"Are you hurt? Is it not to your liking?"

Traynor opened his mouth but made no sound. He didn't know how to describe the sudden feeling in his heart. It was as if his heart was suddenly clenched tightly by an invisible hand. His scalp was numb, and even the desire to climb high in front of him suited him very well.

Girls with aesthetics have ignored it.

He looked towards the window sill and saw his messenger kneeling on it, lowering his head towards the south.

The violently beating heart gradually returned to normal. The War Bishop vaguely grasped something, and his expression became dim and unclear.

On the Rhoad Islands, Richard Ernst, who was carrying things with a cart, suddenly felt something in his heart and was spiritually shaken. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the southern continent, feeling the intimidation of the spiritual energy escaping from the adjacent path.

, as if seeing a black cloud covering the sky and the sun.

This actually has no impact on the Pilgrimage Sect, but in the eyes of the Seven Gods, it is probably a symbol of "the distinction between the two leaders"...

Perhaps, the church’s wool will not be so easy to pluck in the future…

The Temperance Angel's expression became slightly serious, but he was almost mentally prepared when the teacher asked him to investigate the abyss.

He lowered his head slightly toward the south, and then continued to carry supplies while humming a tune as if nothing had happened.

A local postman who happened to be passing by recognized Him, greeted Him happily, trotted over, took out a letter signed "Frank Lee" from the mail bag, and thrust it into His hand.

Richard accepted the letter and said goodbye. The postman smiled and waved and trotted away.

The changes in the southern continent did not affect this side. After walking slowly for a while, Richard saw Garland from a distance, who was braiding his braids with a cold face. He saw that the clothes were not so simple but not too simple.

The newcomer Sharf Maxwell is as flamboyant as he was in Intis.

The young man Traynor asked for protection worked as a temporary worker in the Pilgrimage Sect, lived a comfortable and comfortable life in Bayam, and gained weight. Every month, he needed to complete two commissions as agreed, and he was punished by the Pilgrim Sect.

shelter.

He moved the boxes down one by one and placed them in the corner. He saw a familiar blue head standing next to Sharf. The two people were standing in the corner, probably discussing some private commission.

After successfully completing the commission, the relationship between the Ghost Captain and himself had improved a lot, and money was indeed the strongest connection. The subsequent effects were gradually forgotten in the form of nightmares, and neither the crew nor the captain felt it.

Any exception.

However, Alger, who had made a huge profit, did not forget to give Bayam's intelligence chief a share of dozens of pounds. After all, the intelligence chief introduced this matter, and he bypassed the middleman and contacted the customer directly, so he had to show his integrity.

A little sincerity and sophistication have always been his style.

Richard looked at Alger twice and felt relieved when he found that the changes in the Devil's Path had no impact on him. The sealing and curse technology of the Prisoner's Path were both excellent.

Seeing that the sun was about to set, he called Garland De and began to discuss tonight's dinner, and invited Alger to stay and eat together.

And not surprisingly, he was rejected by Alger.

…

An angel fell, and the sun's wrath burned the clouds in the sky.

The five cities were silent, and the prototype of hell appeared on the earth.

The malicious peeks and fingers of the outer gods have touched the edge of the earth. The beauty of the red moon surpasses the lofty starry sky, and the hidden crimson and dangerous gaze lingers outside the sky. Therefore, the gods are on guard against the emergence of new sequences in the path of demons. 0

, or an outstanding being with enough ability to integrate this loose approach on his own.

Prisoners and criminals, polluted and cursed pathways, had better not give birth to new gods until the end.
To be continued...