Knight and Wand

Chapter 261 Blood Baron
In the profane realm, on the streets of the holy city where rivers of blood converge, countless zombies wander along the unpredictable roads.

In their empty eye sockets flickered faint green ghost lights, filled with a desire for life and an unwillingness to die. Their creepy moans seemed to be telling of their tragic experiences in life, and seemed to be calling for more souls to fall into this abyss.

In the once prosperous city, the wails of dead souls and the screams of terror echoed under the rolling chaotic sky. The black and colorful sea of ​​clouds flashed with eerie purple thunder. Thousands of ghosts gathered into a soul storm. The cries of the ghosts intertwined into a desperate sad song, denouncing the injustice of fate and the cruelty of the world.

The sacred temple was once a holy place where thousands of believers worshipped devoutly, but now it has been reduced to a pool of blood that soaks corpses and dead souls. A mysterious power between life and death surges in the pool, and that power comes from the struggles and screams of countless wronged souls at the bottom of the pool.

A pale male body slowly rose from the center of the blood lake. Countless corpse ghosts' arms wrapped around him like vines, trying to spit him out forcefully, as if performing an evil childbirth ritual. Finally, the body was lifted to the surface of the lake, looking even more eerie under the reflection of the blood.

In front of the blood pool, an indescribable horrific figure leaned forward.

The twelve red eyes covering its head emitted an eerie red light, and the six eyes "in front" kept blinking, as if examining its carefully crafted work.

Under the bright red naked body, the octopus-like thorny tentacles kept wriggling, and every wriggling conveyed an indescribable feeling of comfort.

(Gulorelite)
".Wake up and submit to me, my servant, and release your hatred for me."

The magical hissing whisper of the snake seemed to come from the Netherworld, echoing in the air with an endless smell of blood, like cold tentacles, gently caressing every corner, making people shudder.

However, just before the whisper fell, strange changes occurred between the pillars of the hall. The flickering shadows seemed to come alive, and the indissoluble darkness suddenly intertwined, as if some terrible existence was about to descend.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
The heavy hooves strode out of the invisible darkness and stepped over the pool of blood. The demonic fire rising from the footsteps evaporated all the blood around it in an instant.

The sound of heavy hooves broke the silence, the sound was like a war drum, each sound was so heavy that it frightened people from the bottom of their hearts. A huge black body stepped out from the invisible darkness and stepped over the pool of blood. A blazing devil fire rose from his footsteps, instantly evaporating the surrounding blood, leaving only a charred area.

".I and Valarri's servants have already started to act, Skush, you have wasted too much time."

The voice of the newcomer was like thunder, shaking the walls of the temple. His huge black body was muscular and full of destructive power. He passed through the pillars of the hall effortlessly. The heavy stone pillars seemed like fragile tofu in front of him and broke and collapsed one after another.

As the newcomer moved forward, the two pairs of horns extending high upward gradually revealed shadows. The chest engraved with the hexagram magic pattern was half embedded in armor. The wing bones without flesh membranes behind him spread out to the left and right, and the wing bones were surrounded by black shadows like thick fog and gunpowder, as if these suffocating shadows were his wings.

The big devil stared at the blood demon beside the blood pool with his fiery eyes. His ferocious fangs without lips opened and closed, and his loud devilish voice frightened his soul: "The time river in this rift area flows very slowly, more than 300 times slower than the outside world. How long are you going to delay?"

".Don't be so impatient, Quetzalal."

The blood demon Skoosh did not look back, but stared coldly at the demon that broke into his territory with the six blood eyes behind his head, and said calmly: "You have a king, and Valari has a powerful spellcaster. Your agent souls are strong enough, but I am just a strong mortal. If I don't spend some time, how can I let him control such a large number of undead? But now, the preparations are complete."

As he spoke, the blood demon stretched out his slender arms, pinched the hilt of the sword between the kneeling blood servant's mouth with his fingers, and pulled the magic sword out of the offering of the blood servant's organs.

The sword, stained with blood, shed red light, and the sword body seemed to be condensed from flowing darkness. The surface was as smooth as a mirror, but it could not reflect any image. The diffuse blood-colored light and shadow flowed like mist, exuding a heart-pounding breath.

Although the magic sword wrapped in red light in the Blood Demon's hand is very small compared to its huge body, for normal humans, it is still a two-handed sword of suitable size.

The devil flicked his sharp fingertips lightly, and the Blood Demon Sword flew out like a flash of lightning, instantly piercing through the pale figure rising from the blood pool.

——Buzz! The magic blade lifted up the man with long brown hair and nailed him to the Holy Sun Totem covered with blasphemous runes behind him with a thud.

The man opened his unfocused eyes, which were instantly stained with blood. On the blood demon sword blade that was inserted into his chest, red magic patterns crawled towards the man's pale chest.

He raised his hand in a daze, grasped the hilt of the sword in front of him, and then pulled out the sword that pierced his chest.

Almost clinging to the sharp blade, the pierced pale body healed the wound at an inhuman speed, as if it had transcended the boundary between life and death and become some kind of immortal being.

The pale body seemed to be weightless and fell from the huge Holy Sun Totem. The pale man looked at the magic sword in his hand with a sluggish look, still unconscious.

The blood demon at the original place moved his body with satisfaction, and the thorny tentacles dragged him into the blood pool. The giant demon body came in front of the pale man holding the magic sword.

".Your name." The Blood Demon asked with his head down.

The pale man raised his head and looked at his "master".

On the disheveled face, the lips trembled and the pupils of the two red eyes contracted. It took a while before he slowly uttered the name from the depths of his vague memory.

The man opened his mouth, revealing his sharp, inhuman fangs.

".Charleman.
Charleman Flarel Oroksia"

The Blood Demon nodded, straightened his body, and raised his skinny fingertips slightly.

In an instant, the blood in the pool rose up, like a red robe, floating and wrapping around the body of "Charleman".

A blood-stained armor that was a mixture of black and red wrapped around the pale body.

".I will grant you a new life and the power of revenge. Go.
Go and lead the resentful dead to harvest blood for me, and return your pain and hatred a hundredfold to the living."

Holding the Blood Demon Sword tightly, the memories of hundreds of thousands of Rolandar's unjustly dead souls poured into Shaleman's soul like a tsunami.

The resentful souls born from the countless brutal crimes of Kantadar and Uriah, poured the accumulated anger, fear, sadness, and pain of all people into Shaleman's consciousness. This was the ultimate torture that was beyond the imagination of mortals in the world.

！ ！——Ahhhhhhh————！ ！ ！
Inhuman screams and roars erupted from Charleman’s mouth.

The sonic boom caused the earth to tremble, and the glass of countless temples and halls was turned into shattered powder.

In the end, only the Blood Demon's words kept echoing in his mind, which was filled with overwhelming resentment.

"Kill, kill for me. Only in killing can you find peace."

Holding the Blood Demon Sword, Shaleman knelt down.

Vicious blood oozed from between his clenched fangs, and he vowed to bring the most horrific catastrophe to the lands of Kantadar and Uriah.

(End of this chapter)