Heart of the Castle

Chapter 885 Bloody Ceremony, Soul Forging Divine Fire

The same death scene happened in every settlement of Abraham in the desert country. After several months of harsh rule, no tribal leader dared to disobey the command of the flame priest, and no one would be humbled by the tribe. civilians rose up to fight.Only at the last moment, when the outcome of death justly falls on everyone, some tribal leaders who are more fortunate or have stronger personal strength wake up like a dream, and start to resist frantically in order to save their lives.

If such resistance can be carried out earlier, perhaps the ending can be changed, at least making death not so easy.However, when the people were massacred and the black-robed apostolic warriors had gained the upper hand, the resistance of these tribal leaders had no effect. In an instant, they collapsed to the ground under the howling light of the sword, until they died. His face was full of doubts and incomprehension.They don't understand why death will come to the earth without warning, they don't understand why the believers of Allah Mingyan were brutally slaughtered by priests and apologists, and they don't understand why the "Tattooed King" Ermufasa the Great Imam would sit idly by Such things happen.

None of these tribal leaders have eyes to see thousands of miles away, let alone ears to listen to the soul, and they cannot see or hear what happened in the golden tent. "Tattoo King" Imam Ermufasha held a sharp thick-bladed scimitar and stood beside the most beautiful wine spring. His face was cold, but it was difficult to conceal the panic and anxiety at the corner of his mouth.On the opposite side of him, two dark elf assassins who used to be called guards were slowly wiping the bloody daggers in their hands. The corpses of more than a dozen desert nobles lay horizontally and vertically at their feet. The aroma can't be suppressed.

"This is the reward you gave me, a complete massacre?" Ermufasa's voice was hoarse and painful, and the black thorn tattoo on the right side of his cheek trembled slightly with every word he uttered, "You Promised me to rule the kingdom of Abraham, not a bitter cold desert with no life."

"You will have the right to rule Abraham, Ermufasa, as long as you continue to remain absolutely loyal to me." One of the two dark elf assassins spoke slowly, his tone was hollow and low, as if he came from thousands of miles away, not this one. emitted by the body. "This is just a necessary sacrifice. Think of it as the price you should pay for the blessing of a true god. This will allow you to convince yourself faster."

The body of Ermufasa Grand Imam was trembling slightly. A thick-bladed scimitar could not give him any sense of security. The strength of the two dark elf assassins in front of him was simply unfathomable. The few titled knights collected were also dead on the spot in an instant, unless... the griffin lord could handle it.

"Okay... okay." Ermufasa's scimitar gradually lowered, his eyes gradually turned from sharp to dull, "I don't want to betray you, master, I just... saw too much blood today , so I am very disturbed, the massacre of the people of Abraham... I mean, the bloody festival... when will it end?"

"Soon, soon, the power generated by the blood sacrifice will meet my needs, soon!"

Unable to be noticed by ordinary people who have not comprehended the original power, one after another blood-stained souls escaped from the corpses of the slain, screaming in pain and cursing viciously, while being involuntarily beaten Inhale a huge red light net.This light net appeared above the sky at some point, and its area was so vast that it could almost cover the entire territory of the desert country Abraham. As souls were sucked into it, it became more bright red and dazzling, and finally seemed to flicker a little light. golden light.

Over the desperate pass that has been turned into ruins, the battle that should have ended long ago has restarted, and it has become even more tragic.As a blood-colored light as thick as a pillar descended from the sky, the almost exhausted power of the lord Thomas Jansen filled up again, and it was far stronger than when he just joined the battle. Those legendary dark elves who had just been killed were all stronger. The survivors also recovered as the blood light fell. Except for a few guys who were turned into ashes by the thunder light and the dragon's breath, they were still reorganizing their bodies. People rushed up.

Mr. Disch's expression became very ugly from the moment the blood came down just now, his gaze was as harsh as a flowing glacier, blue veins appeared on the back of the right hand holding the wooden carved walking stick, "Blood Ritual...Gods of God, How dare you use this top taboo ritual in soul alchemy, Thomas Jansen, are you crazy?"

The laughter of the Lord of the Eyes was like thunder rolling across the sky, "Old Dish, why didn't I dare? Does the prohibition of the gods still have any effect today? They are afraid of the horror of alchemy, afraid of being taken away by alchemy." Get rid of their lofty status, that's why most advanced alchemy rituals are banned." Those golden eyes gradually became tainted with crazy killing intent in the blood light, and the pupils seemed to spit out something that made people dare not dare. The bloody flame stared at him, "But now that all the gods have fallen, what else can stop me?"

"I have to stop you, Thomas the Lord of the Eyes." Mr. Dish sighed wearily, and raised his wooden cane again, "Alchemy rituals that kill tens of thousands of lives should be banned. Is this the same as the gods? Falling has nothing to do with it."

"Then try it, old Dish, try the power of the dark realm that you dare not set foot in because of fear, and try to stop the bloody festival that happened thousands of miles away!" Thomas Jansen's eyes revealed There was some banter, but the tone became colder and more venomous, "But be quick, or you won't have time to stop anything."

The carved wooden cane in Mr. Dish's hand suddenly made a cracking sound, and then it disintegrated into fine shards and scattered, "Then let's try it." The old magician said in a soft and frightening voice, the dark green undead The flames and the dark Abyss Fiercefire blazed from his raised hands at the same time, and then formed two beams of light that shot straight into the sky.

The clouds that had been soaked in the blood-colored light were once again stained with ominous blackness and faint green. Following Mr. Dish's gesture, the clouds above his head slowly turned under the agitation of the undead flames and the abyssal flames, forming a A huge energy vortex with a radius of several kilometers.The explosion of energy roared in every corner of the vortex, and the bloody light descending from the clouds was immediately blocked and became flickering intermittently, making Thomas Jansen's aura slightly stagnant.

"It's really you, old Dish." Tomad Jansen's tone seemed a little surprised, "He actually came up with such a way to hinder me, the source of death and the source of darkness are indeed the sworn enemies of the soul power extracted from the bloody festival, but such a violent How long can you last for an energy output that hasn't even reached the legendary peak?"

"Long enough to destroy your dreams." Mr. Dish's voice seemed a bit difficult, but his tone did not soften at all, "Darija, Rodriguez, and Rist Robinson, don't stay there to watch the excitement , attack with all your strength, the power of faith in the heart of the castle is completely open to you!"

"This is really heart-warming news!" Burning Dragon King Dariga was the first to get excited, then he opened his mouth wide and took a deep breath, a bright golden light immediately appeared beside him, continuously flowing Injected into the body of Burning Dragon King, "Use this to warm your body! Cunning niggers!"

The dragon's breath, which contains the original power of the flame, erupted with all its strength, swallowing the dark barrier jointly created by several dark elf warlocks, and also swallowing those insignificant and small bodies in the blink of an eye; Exploding in the darkness, several dark elf assassins were forcefully forced out from the state of hiding in the shadows. Before the screams ended, their bodies were burned by the golden light that could easily melt even metal .

Sir Rodriguez frowned. He hated sunlight, and he was even less willing to touch the bright magic from the blazing angel.However, the Scourge Knight's movements were not slow at all. The star iron giant sword first slashed horizontally, and then stabbed straight. When it was pulled out from the abdomen of a dark elf assassin, the blade almost cut through the guy's entire stomach; When the other dark elf assassin decided whether to retreat or help his companion, the gloomy sword light slanted, blood splashed, and a skull covered with thick white hair was thrown into the air.

The men who had just recovered were quickly wiped out again, but Tomad Jansen didn't show any surprise, but continued to compete with Mr. Dish for the control of the energy vortex.A bleak, sad wind blew across the battlefield, mixed with sorrow and despair, and a disgusting smell of rancidity, the wind became stronger and colder, and the biting cold even made several fire drills The dragon elder felt extremely uncomfortable, and needed to spend part of his original strength to protect his body.

Clouds dyed with strange colors are accumulating thicker and thicker over the Desperate Pass, centered on Mr. Disch and Thomas De Jansen, forming two huge vortices rotating in opposite directions.Mr. Dish's expression has become extremely solemn, his whole body is shrouded in a layer of strange light, his hands are trembling slightly; Tomad Jansen is not as relaxed as he appeared at the beginning, sweat has already dripped from his smooth forehead When it came out, it was as crystal clear as a handful of transparent pearls.

"Old Dish, how much longer can you hold on?" Tomad Jansen said suddenly, "You have done everything you can to cause trouble, but my strength is still rising...but the speed has slowed down a little. Give up, Despair, you can't stop me!"

　The second is around twelve o'clock.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)