Journey to the Wizarding World

Chapter 470 God-given power
"That's... the Evil One?"

Enzo narrowed his eyes, and looked at the Plumo Tribe through the vision of the shadow crow, where a terrifying scene had already appeared.

The whole body is wrapped in black mist, and the figure floating in the mid-air looks somewhat like a human figure, but rotten tongues full of mucus are ejected from the body.

"Howl! Pain!"

"Plumo tribe! When you expelled me from the tribe, did you ever think that I would be here today?"

The evil person made a strange voice, with madness and excitement in his tone, and said coldly, "Repent! I want you to pay the price for your original behavior!"

After all, Xie Yi, whose whole body was covered in black mist, had a strange gleam in his eyes, followed by a long tongue of flesh and blood, which shot out like a poisonous snake, piercing through the bodies of three blood warriors in an instant, and then threw them towards the controller. Torn apart.

Whoa!
Amidst the shrill screams, the blood warrior's body turned into pieces of meat, and his blood turned into red rain, swaying on the ground.

Not far away, a few blood warriors froze in place, as if they had been frightened by the horror scene. Although the War Ghosts claimed to be unafraid of battle and death, they would still feel terrified in the face of such a strange and terrifying existence.

"Savi! You are Savi!"

At this time, an indigenous woman with Pramo's blood suddenly screamed, raised her hand tremblingly and pointed at the evil person in midair.

Hearing the name, Xie Yi paused briefly.

A pair of strange eyes looked at the aboriginal woman, with a venomous gleam in their eyes, and a strange, depressing and hoarse smile.

"It's really rare! Ola!"

"I didn't expect you to recognize me when I became like this. Do you think I should be happy? Or sad?"

The indigenous woman named Ola trembled all over, her legs were weak and she fell to the ground, her face was full of fear, and her lips became extremely pale.

"You are... Savi!?"

Next to him, the leader of the Plummo tribe, old Moore gasped, with a surprised expression on his face, and muttered, "How is this possible? You are still alive?"

"Surprised, isn't it? Grandpa Moore!"

There was a trace of sarcasm in the voice of the evil, and he said jokingly, "In your opinion, I, who was expelled by the tribe, have already been eaten by wild beasts?"

"Oh! What a pity!"

"I'm still alive! Although I did encounter wild beasts after being expelled from the tribe, and even had my legs eaten alive by a few Brar gray wolves, I still survived tenaciously!"

"And... also got a new life!"

The evil person's eyes flickered, and the black mist around him billowed like a flame. It seemed that as his emotions changed, the fleshy tongues kept waving.

Old Moore's face was pale, and his legs trembled slightly.

Savy!A name that is regarded as a shame by the Plumo tribe. He is a male war ghost. He was born like other children. He did not show signs of developmental deformities until he was 15 years old. He was finally determined to be an inferior species after examination.

Bad breed!Shame among the Ghost Warriors!

Savi, who was originally a male, has always been regarded as hope and seed by the tribe, enjoying the resources and cultivation of the tribe, but when he was identified as an inferior species, his status changed drastically.

It has been a long time since the Plumo tribe has produced a bad species. The blood warriors are very disgusted with the existence of Savi, so they forcibly castrated him and expelled him from the tribe.

"Thanks to the great God of Calamity!"

"It was he who saved me and gave me the power of revenge! Let me come back here and regain everything I lost!"

Savi the Evil One shouted loudly.

After being castrated and expelled by the Pulamo tribe, the dying Savi roamed the plains with difficulty. He was attacked by wild beasts several times and almost died. Unknowingly, he broke into the wild forest.

There, Savi was besieged by several Braar gray wolves, who bit his legs to pieces, but just as Savi was about to die, a black mist poured into his body in vivo.

In an instant, Savi was born again!
He obtained the power bestowed by the God of Calamity, awakened his ability to become an evil person, and with the help of the God of Calamity, he killed all the Braar gray wolves and devoured their flesh and blood.

After that, the world ushered in the season of black mist.

Savy, who became an evil person, was like a fish in water in the black mist, and his evil power continued to increase, and finally fell into a deep sleep at the end of the black mist season.

When I woke up again, it was already the harvest season.

The first thing Savi, who had gained great power, was to come to the Plumo Tribe, intending to rely on the power of the Evil One to avenge himself.

In mid-air, Savi was surrounded by black mist.

"Look carefully, Grandpa Moore!" Savi let out a weird laugh, and on the body wrapped in black mist, one after another bloody long tongues shot out, rolling up several native girls of the Pramo tribe, A burst of screams tore them apart.

"Everyone go up together and fight with him!"

Seeing the massacre of the Evil Ones, the blood warriors of the Pulamo tribe also had red eyes, brandishing a scimitar and rushing towards Savi.

Brush brush!
The blood warriors exploded with energy and blood, and the crimson energy attached to the scimitar swung violently, cutting off the long tongue shot out by the evil man, and falling to the ground and turning into black mist.

However, the next moment.

Savi's strange eyes flickered with a dark light, and he let out a strange smile, but the long tongue cut off by the blood warrior grew out again.

"The people of the blood-slaughter god only have this strength?" Savi laughed arrogantly, not in a hurry to kill all the blood warriors, but brandished his long bloody tongue, slaughtering the women of the tribe.

Since his body was deformed and he was identified as an inferior species, Savi was forcibly castrated by the tribe. The wives that originally belonged to him were also assigned to other blood warriors in the tribe.

Savi also tried to resist, but to no avail.

After being castrated, he could only watch his wives enjoy pleasure with other blood warriors in the tribe, coupled with the pain after being castrated, his psychology was distorted, and he not only hated the entire Pramo The tribe also resented those women very much.

"No! Savage."

Ola, an indigenous woman who had previously recognized Savi's identity, was entwined with a long bloody tongue, screamed sharply, and begged tremblingly, "Don't kill me! Please!"

Savi grinned.

Immediately afterwards, the long bloody tongue began to draw back, a painful expression appeared on Ola's face, and then, with a shrill scream, he was pinched and exploded, turning into a rain of blood and sprinkled on the ground.

"Go to hell! Xieyi!"

At this moment, a few blood warriors of the Pramo tribe rushed towards Savi, slashed off the long bloody tongues with a scimitar, and burst out with the power of Qi and blood, rushing out like streams of crimson air.

"Hmph! Ridiculous power!"

Savi sneered disdainfully, and then twisted and twisted several bloody long tongues to form a thick tongue, and shattered the power of Qi and blood attacking around with a violent flick.

In the sky, the shadow crow looked down.

"It's not at the same level at all." In the stone house, Enzo shook his head. Everything that happened in the Plumo tribe was under his eyes. After accepting the power of the God of Calamity, Savi, the evil man, has fully reached the first level of strength. The level of life forms is unmatched by the entire Pramo tribe.

That's why the current situation appeared. The Plumo tribe was completely slaughtered. If it weren't for the mentality of the evil spirits to torture them, everyone in the entire tribe would have been killed.

"Perhaps this is the tragedy of the small tribe?"

Enzo sighed. Although the ability of the evil man Savi is strange, if there is a red-striped warrior in the Plumo tribe, he may not be unable to contend, and he will not encounter such a crisis of extermination.

On the other side, the Plumo Tribe.

"Everyone, get out of here!"

Seeing that the clansmen in the tribe were massacred by the evil Savi, and the blood warrior's attack was useless, old Moore's heart dripped with blood, and after another blood warrior was killed, he roared tremblingly.

All the members of the Pramo tribe began to flee in all directions. The blood warriors were already unable to protect the tribe, and they would only be killed by Xieyi if they stayed.

"Hmph! Want to run away?"

Savi sneered, and said quietly, "Where can you escape without the protection of the tribe? Don't forget that the season of black mist is coming, and the entire Solu Plain will be controlled by the God of Calamity!"

"Shut up! You bloody bastard!"

At this time, a blood warrior of the Pramo tribe suddenly let out a roar and said loudly, "The great **** of blood will never abandon his people! Be punished by the blood-slaying god!"

"God of Blood Slaughter? Ridiculous!"

Savy danced his tongue all over his body, let out a burst of arrogant laughter, and said, "Only the Lord God of Calamity is the only ruler of the world. Since you believe in the God of Blood Slaughter so much, then die for him!"

As soon as the words fell, a long bloody tongue shot out.

The blood warrior's chest was pierced in an instant, and blood spurted out from his mouth. A ferocious expression of pain appeared on his face, but with strong willpower, his eyes were still fixed on the mid-air.

"How about it?"

Savi smiled coldly, looked down at the blood warrior, and said hoarsely, "Have you felt the power of the great disaster god? Now kneel down and beg me for mercy, maybe I can reduce your pain!"

"The evil one...don't even think about it!"

The blood warrior's legs trembled, but he still stood there, gritted his teeth and said, "The people of the blood-slaying god will never fear death!"

There was a glint of coldness in Savi's eyes.

He hated the blood warrior's eyes very much, and at the same time hated the opponent's tenacity, so he didn't directly tear him apart, but waved his bloody long tongue, whipping him like a whip.

clap clap clap!
"Beseech! Repent!"

Thin barbs grew from the long bloody tongue, and every time it hit the blood warrior, it rolled up a piece of flesh and blood.

Savi laughed wildly, and said, "Surrender to the great God of Calamity! I will end your torture and make you no longer suffer!"

The blood warrior stood in place, as tenacious as a sculpture, with a crimson glow in his eyes.

At this time, the members of the Plumo tribe who fled around also stopped and looked at the blood warrior with strange eyes.

"The people of the Blood Slaughter God, never have to fear death!" Suddenly, Old Moore let out a roar, then raised his hands above his head, and said loudly: "The great Blood Slaughter God, the only ruler of the world, War Ghost The guardian spirit of the clan!"

"Please expel all evil and protect the Plumo tribe!" After saying that, Old Moore knelt down.

"Great God of Blood Slaughter, please expel evil spirits and bless the Plumo Tribe!" Other members of the Plumo Tribe, like Old Moore, knelt down and prayed.

"Hahaha! How ridiculous!"

In mid-air, Savi shot a long bloody tongue, piercing through the chest of an aboriginal woman, and instantly took her life away. He laughed wildly and said, "The season of black mist is coming, and now is the most blood-slaughter god in a year." When he was weak, did you think he would grant divine protection for a small Pramo tribe?"

"Aren't you too naive?"

As soon as the words fell, a red light rose into the sky in the most central area of ​​the Plumo tribe.

The strong light is like a miracle.

"There... is the stele bestowed by God!"

"It's the power of the blood-slaying god!"

"Great! The Plumo Tribe is saved!"

As the red light soared into the sky, the Plumo tribe ushered in a moment of tranquility, and then, Old Moore and others burst into wild shouts, but Savi in ​​the midair became cloudy and uncertain.

"The power of the blood-slaying god?"

Savi suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and growled, "I won't believe it!"

Immediately afterwards, he planned to wave the long bloody tongue again, but at this moment, a red ray of light fell from the sky, and directly fell on the blood warrior whose chest was pierced by the long tongue.

"Glenn?"

Old Moore looked at the blood warrior not far away, with a disturbed expression on his face. Although under the prayers of the Pramo tribe, a red light suddenly appeared on the god-given stone tablet, but no one knew what it represented.

The next moment, the blood warrior Glenn, whose chest was pierced by the long bloody tongue, slowly opened his eyes, and endless red emerged from his eyes.

"Evil One!"

Glenn slowly raised his arm, grabbed the long tongue on his chest, exerted a slight force on his palm, and said in a deep voice, "Accept the trial of the blood-slaughter god!"

Snapped!
As Glenn exerted his strength, the long bloody tongue was ripped off, and then, the majestic power of Qi and blood emanated from his body.

"Red-striped warrior?"

In the Tatar tribe far away on the other side of the Solu Plain, Enzo's eyes flashed, and through the vision of the shadowy crow, he found that in the Pulamo tribe, after Glenn absorbed the red light again, the power of Qi and blood in his body rose steadily, and the area on his chest A blood streak also appeared.

That is the symbol of the red-striped warrior!

Glenn, who was originally just a blood warrior, became a blood red-striped warrior in an instant after absorbing the power from the blood-killing god. At the same time, his strength continued to increase, and the stripes on his chest became more and more clear, until It stopped when it reached the level of the three-blood red-striped warrior.

(End of this chapter)