Chapter 245 The Verdict of Death

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In the spiritual sect, on the violent sea island hidden by the "Artificial Death Sect", a coffin in the deepest part suddenly exploded in an upside-down tomb.

The fragments of the sarcophagus flew everywhere, and a pair of huge white wings covered with yellow oil suddenly spread out like butterflies reborn from a cocoon!

The leader of the "artificial death sect" is now the former high priest of the God of Death Church in the Bailang Empire, Haitel, lifted up the coffin and knelt down in the wreckage of his coffin with a frenzy, and kept kowtowing towards the direction of the Southern Continent.

He was eroded when sacrificing the "artificial God of Death". For some reason, he was unlucky to awaken the contaminated high priest who was imprinted with the spirit of "death" and got up alive after the death really returned!

Dong! Dong!

The entire mausoleum was shaken by His movements, but this was not worth mentioning compared to the changes in the outside world.

"Lord, the great god of death!!"

Dong! Dong!

"Great God of Death! Please forgive your foolish servant for blasphemy against you!"

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

Haitel raised his head, the smile on his face was so frightening:

"My fellows, believers, and many stupid people who are as stupid as me!"

"Pray on your knees!! For our foolishness and blasphemy of the gods!"

"Our God is back!!! Our Emperor is back!!!"

...

The clouds above the southern continent were getting bigger and bigger, almost covering the entire sky.

In Aldera City, ten minutes ago, members of the Spiritual Cult Group drove a large group of spirits and zombies, like building blocks, two huge four-sided flat-topped pyramids in the center of the city square. The sacrifices dedicated to the queen have begun.

Near the pyramid, there were members of the Spiritual Cult and the guarded Northern Mainland people.

All members of the entire Aldera City participated in the sacrifice. They knelt on the ground in circles according to their identity and status, huddling the city square to the point where they could not be completed. The civilians who moved to Aldera could also participate, but they had to stand outside the square.

Therefore, there were many people waiting for them standing on the stairs, windowsills and roofs.

Time is urgent, and two demigods occupy one and preside over the sacrifice at the same time.

Sacrifices dedicated to God and the pale emperor equivalent to God often depend on the quantity but on the sacrifice itself. Before the live sacrifice starts, too ordinary sacrifices have been screened out, leaving behind noble identities such as nobles, descendants of the Northern Continent, and clergy.

Mirera wore the priests of the church of the Death Church and threw the freshness in her hands into the fire. The members of the Spiritual Cult chanted the names of God and the Emperor.

The next offering came, a young man dressed in neat clothes. He looked at Mirera's bloody hands with a expressionless face.

"Young man, what is your name?" Mirera asked.

"I am the second son of Viscount Meyers, the kingdom of Rueon, Milson of East Tucker. I fought against your men on the battlefield and obtained the identity of a baron. After I die, I will go to the kingdom of stars and peace!" said the young jazz proudly.

"You are a brave young man, don't worry, your wish will come true."

In the culture of the Southern Continent, those who are not afraid of death are worthy of respect, and Mirera also praised his courage.

The young man stepped forward and stood on the sacrificial aisle without changing his face.

In front of everyone, the young man seemed to be stepping on time. He walked step by step towards Mirera in front of the fire. His face became more mature and deep. Wrinkles climbed up to his forehead and corners of his eyes. The back of his hands began to become shriveled, and his body slowly hunched down.

But life cannot turn back, and death is destined.

When he walked to Mirera, he had become an old man. After taking the next step slowly and staggeringly, his body was wiped out under the gaze of countless people, leaving only a fresh heart falling to the ground and still beating.

Mirera held up the heart, held it high towards the sky, piously praised the name of "The Pale Queen" and threw it into the fire.

"The brave and fearless soldiers head to the kingdom of God!"

The spiritual sect cheered, and the spirits hovered in the air, danced wildly, and performed sacrificial music dedicated to the warriors.

In such high-quality and cumbersome sacrifices, a sacrifice often takes one to two minutes, so the priests will choose to act simultaneously.

Another pyramid also ushered in a staggering sacrifice.

Under the majestic but cold gaze of the demigod, the bloated sacrifice was crying, locked his mouth, and almost burst into tears, but he couldn't say a word. The spirit covered his mouth and raised his shoulders, and he walked towards death step by step stiffly.

"The merchant from Intis goes to the kingdom of death."

The demigod spoke in a concise manner.

He casually made up an identity through the other party's clothes and appearance.

The people of the Spiritual Cult Group also acted very dissatisfied, and cowards who were afraid of death were not worthy of respect.

The next offering was a clergy in a blue and black robe with dark patterns embroidered with the corners of the robe embroidered with the dark patterns of the waves and storms.

"I am the Bishop of Aldera Storm Church, Blaal Bron!" Bishop of Storm looked at the demigod of the spiritual sect in front of him, and spitted in disgust, "If you don't have to do it, I will go to God by myself and go to the sea where lightning and storm whistling!"

The demigod of the Spiritual Cult Group said: "Maybe."

Bishop of the Storm strode onto the obsidian path of sacrifice, with a firm and unwilling expression.

His pace became slower and slower, and death eroded step by step, and he also turned into dust and flew away, leaving only the extraordinary characteristics of the sea blue and a lively heart.

"The devout believers of the storm go to the kingdom of death."

The demigod announced somewhat gloatingly.

With a burst of cheers, the spirits still played songs of joy, giving them to pagans who were not afraid of death.

The sacred sacrifice continues. Whether it is courage, peace, crying, death favors everyone equally.

...

The sky and the earth were dull and dull, and starlight flashed from the pure black above the Ruen colony. The church in the Intis colony began to shine brightly. Then, with the church as the center, the range of sunlight gradually expanded, but it only created a light source and failed to disperse the clouds.

The clouds in the sky lingered and swayed, slowly condensed into a feathered snake statue the size of a mountain range.

Only by looking down from a very high place can you see this huge mythical creature hovering over the southern continent. If you look up at the sky from the ground, you can't even see his scales and half of your claws!

Brush, two pale flames lit up in the sky, like a pair of eyes, staring at the abominable outsiders on their territory!

Through the descendants of the descent who actively devoted his memories, identity and soul, Death learned that his country had long been destroyed and his beliefs were in danger. In the world of mortals, the gods from the Northern Continent destroyed the documents of the Bailang Empire and seized various cultural relics from the Bailang Empire. They then claimed that there had never been a true god in the Southern Continent. The so-called Death was just a tool of ruling fabricated by the Royal Family of Eggs.

In the extraordinary world, the gods worked together to erase the history and existence of the God of Death, eliminated the traces of mysticism as much as possible, controlled the resurrection hand, and allowed the "Consul of Death" Azke Eggs to wander in the Northern Continent for more than a thousand years, and have not yet been able to recall his mission!

A figure appeared above the head of the giant feathered snake, with pale eyes staring at everything under his feet.

The verdict of death rushed straight to these cities!

The door to the underworld opened, and the whistling spirits violently invaded the real world, and the dark clouds in the sky gradually condensed into terrifying and deep darkness.

In the colony, the perilous believers of the God of Death, who were worried in the past, knelt down on the ground and cheered loudly, worshiping them. The police officers and soldiers who maintained order had no strength to stop them. Everything turned around at this moment. The believers of the Seven Gods were trembling, while the believers of the God of Death were cheering!

Suddenly.

In the Intis colony, a church disappeared!

The only light source and warmth that can comfort the residents are swallowed up by the darkness, gas street lights burst one after another, candlelight turns into a cold blue, and countless scattered spirits are reflected in the candlelight.

The coldness of death came, and the city suddenly turned into a paradise for the dead.

The windows and doors were rumbled by the wind, and the sounds of babies crying came, and countless vines with baby faces and pale arms poked out from them, pounced on the people who were scattered and fled, dragging them equally into the depths of the underworld.

Railways, mines, and the corners of the city, countless dead bones and arms stretched out from the ground, grabbed the ankles of the people on the ground without saying a word, pulled them into the soil, and accompanied the dead who had died for a long time.

The cold breath of death was overwhelming, and a city disappeared into the world in an instant.

Death slowly turned his head.

In the eyes burning with pale flames, the night sky with stars shining.

The night sky covered by stars was suddenly shaking, and the light of the stars quickly weakened and kept retreating and disappearing. At the same time, lightning and thunder rumbling, barely maintaining the trend of the stars retreating.

Death was still watching there.

With just a look, the heavy darkness pounced over in an instant, swallowing the silver snake-like lightning and the eyes-like stars without saying a word, causing the city to fall into absolute silence.

The help of the goddess of night did not come.

Because, the god of death learned from the memory of "Sia Eggs" that the Fsak Empire, the God of War, had no colonies in the Southern Continent.

Then, the God of War must be happy to see the anchor of the Goddess of the Night has been greatly reduced.

Those who do not kneel down will die, those who do not surrender will die, those who call the name of the Seven Gods will die, those who have ill-behaved will die, and those who are infidels will die, and those who are infidels will die.

The anchor of the god of death has grown rapidly, and the believers have become devout believers in a very short time. Even ordinary people who are spared by good luck will quickly become believers of the god of death after they escape.

After a long time, when the sun's light penetrated the haze of death, the god of death who was strolling forward finally stopped.

There was no expression on His sharp and beautiful face. Those who escaped by chance cheered loudly, and death slowly receded.

Above Aldera, the aura of coldness and death suddenly intensified, and a white feather fell into the fire on the altar. In an instant, a sound appeared in everyone's mind.

"Praise the great god of death! Praise the great god of death!!"

The Spiritual Cult and all the people in the South Continent appeared on the faces of the faces of them at the same time. They stood up and danced the crazy and disorganized spirit dance at any place in the city.

"You are the essence of death!"

The two demigods fell to the ground and called out loudly!
To be continued...