Soshiyang held the Holy Grail of Blood and walked forward, his right arm and index finger forward.
After a moment, the ball of metal began to move, and slowly, a shriveled and broken arm appeared, followed by the outline of the body, so that it could be the head and legs.
Lakzan knelt on the altar. He was no longer the former dynasty emperor. He looked extremely thin, his limbs were like fragile dead branches, his torso was like dry leather, and his oval head had a pair of confused eyes. This was the dying Lakzan, leaving only the body of the fearful deceased being poisoned in the past.
In a trance, he saw his father, holding his head with his hands, his younger brother, the younger brother who likes to ask himself the most, pulling out a dagger that pierces the heart from his chest, and his mother, the sad mother, so many relatives, and the dead subordinates, all surrounded him and watched him.
He could no longer tell whether it was right or wrong, but he knew that he was going to do one thing.
Sobering is eternal pain, so it is better to be thorough, really crazy...
Little by little, little by little, as if struggling hard, he tried to lift his arm that could break at any time and stretched towards the blood-colored sun with countless faces in front of him.
Countless screams, wails, and curses echoed in his ears, but he didn't realize that he just wanted to do this now...
Finally, he touched the blood sun and the finger.
At that moment, countless skinned people appeared in the hall, and even outside the hall, bowing their heads and bowing, making white noise cheers, cheering for their new kings, and cheering for a touch of hatred in the Milky Way. They threw their fresh flesh into the sky, as if waving flags.
And all the flesh and blood turned into thick mist in the air, and then quickly rushed to the altar.
boom--
A loud bursting sound accompanied by a violent impact, the skinned players immediately rolled to the ground.
The desperate foolish king of the Stateless no longer exists. It slowly descends from the air is an extremely twisted monster. It is several times larger than the former Lakzan. It has a feeling of being both virtual and real, as if it is a ghost from the secluded world to the present world, without feet, below the waist is a spine split into tiny tentacles, and there are more than a dozen arms on the torso. Each hand has long sharp claws like a dagger, and upwards are three heads, each in three states of anger, pain, and sadness. They all look like a ferocious beast. Behind it is a black long sword full of barbed, which seems to penetrate deep into its spine.
Suddenly, it let out a long cry, and the bloody mist condensed and turned into a blood-stained cloak, wrapping the twisted body. At the same time, the bodies of some skinned people began to change, becoming a skinned ghost similar to that without a lower body.
"My Lord, the great scarlet god, your faithful servant Lakzan is ready to be dispatched at any time."
The huge Lakzan came to Soshyang, lay on the ground, and lowered his head deeply.
"Lakzan, in the future, will you be the Great Lord Shanghun. After summoning enough tribes, you will build your dynasty and avenge your hypocritical king."
"Yes, Lakzan received the order."
During the contact, Soshyan discovered that unlike Valgur who had long been peeled, Lakzan was a "half-way monk", so he was not as "crazy" as Vargur, and he would appear more rational. At least he could tell what the enemy was, but in some aspects he was crazier than Valgur. For example, he had a deeper hatred for his fellow people who feared the dead. If he had to describe this hatred, it would be a bit similar to the hatred of the traitors who fell into chaos towards the empire.
Lakzan may now hate the space undead more than any human or Ada, and his heart is surrounded by an extinct desire and impulse.
Valgur was also very surprised. He was obviously a prisoner before, but why did he suddenly become a colleague at the same level as him?
He even repelled Lakzan, perhaps because he felt that the other party would separate the scarlet god from favoring him, but Soshiyan was not easy to have an attack, so he could only seem very cold when introducing each other.
Soshiyan also knew that appointing two great kings would cause conflicts, especially when Lakzan does not have his own territory and dynasty, it will be sooner or later to stay in the Bone Dynasty. Fortunately, its tomb ship was just dragged down. Due to the strength of the space undead ship, it can stay in the tomb ship and temporarily become a "nomadic king". Anyway, there are so many undead dynasties here. With Lakzan's current power, it would be easy to find a tomb world to grab it.
But Valgur prepared more than these "gifts" for Soshyan.
When Soshiyan saw those things, he was also shocked.
"Lando...Gol..."
Seeing him kneeling at his feet, curled up into a trembling ball, Soshiyang almost thought something was wrong with his eyes.
The red robe was torn to pieces and tightly attached to its bloated body. The flesh and blood peeled from various creatures intertwined on the red rags, forming a chilling cloak. The fingers that originally belonged to humans were cut off, and then roughly transplanted onto the blade. There were also pickets inserted behind it, and several hideous heads were strung on it. Although it was already very blurry, Soshiyang could still see some of the symbols left in the robe.
This is a priest of the Mechanical God...
Soshiyang stretched out his hand and lifted the fallen mechanical priest like a small animal.
What caught my eye was a face pieced together with many different facial skins. The traces of tearing could be vaguely seen on the edges. It covered a blood-stained metal face. There were four eyes on the human skin mask, all of which were mechanical prosthetic eyes, with an unknown dark red.
The moment he looked at Soshiyan, the mechanical priest suddenly screamed.
"Praise! Lando...Gol! Praise!"
Soshiyang looked at the other party, and his inner shock was beyond words. For the first time, he knew that the skinning curse could not only infect the fearful deceased!
What surprised him even more was that this infected mechanical priest did not resonate with him like the skinned person, which means that although he was in a madness, he was still an independent individual.
In order to explore the secret of how the skinning curse infects humans, a silver nematode appeared in Soshiyang's palm, directly covering the crazy priest's mind.
Then he saw some confused and blurry scenes.
A mechanical divine expedition team...
Long-term digging...
Dark underground passage...
The excitement and fear of discovering the remains of the space's undead...
The skinder is coming...
Someone died...
But he escaped alive...
A skinned man's remains...
Decomposition, research...
Curiosity about active metals...
Implant sporadic pieces of active metal into their own metal prosthesis...