Dr. Green Dragon

"Justice? Glory? How ridiculous!"

"Use your useless justice and glory to let everyone in this city know that the ultimate fear has come, and everything here will become the food of the great god of slaughter and fear!"

This is a dark tower, with the night wind constantly blowing in, the flames of the oil lamps swaying with the wind, and the shadows swaying along with it, like dancing demons.

From the window of the tower, Lucas looked down condescendingly.

Although the dark night obstructed his vision, in the distance, the constantly blooming magical flames and holy light, and the bloody battle between the Slaughter Demon and the Tethyrians were all in his eyes.

Vaguely, those knights, those paladins, and the impassioned sacred oath also drifted into his ears.

An indifferent smile slowly floated on his face, but his eyes were full of evil and cruelty.

A gloomy and depressing voice: "Go! Zubaz, it's time for you to kill as much as you want and release your fear!"

The slaughter demon, a demon of this level, is summoned by an evil ritual, but it is impossible to obey his orders.

It is already affected by the deterrent effect of God of Fear not to directly conflict with them.

However, it doesn't matter if you can't control it.

The arrival of the massacre demon means that endless tyrannical slaughter is coming.

This will naturally restrain the most elite forces of the Southern Army!

Coupled with the offensive of the Black Scale Army outside the city!

It's time for them to continue the ritual, expand the ritual, let the killing and fear fully bloom, and finally manifest in the world!

As the core priest of the Fear Sect, and as the leader of the Twilight Project in Djibouti, Lucas gave orders without hesitation.

His order... but there was no response at all!

Except for the whirring of Night Breeze, not even the sound of breathing could be heard from behind.

Ben was still brewing a gloomy and cold-blooded demeanor, Lucas's eyes couldn't help but wrinkled, revealing a cold look.

Slowly, he turned around.

Behind them are all people in black robes and armor.

The dim lights made it impossible to see their appearance clearly. They could only be roughly divided into three parts based on their clothing and location.

Part of it is in the middle of the tower. There are about a dozen people, black robes and hoods, which completely cover their faces, and their heights are almost the same, all of them are a little higher than six feet. These people stood there, but they were born to swallow the light, like shadows.

There are also three burly warriors in black armor and masks, with flails hanging around their waists and giant swords behind their backs. Brutal, flamboyant! Arrogant! tyrannical!

There is another one opposite Lucas, hidden in the deepest darkness. Although this person is also in a black robe, although he also wears a hood, although he can't see his face clearly, the black robe is specially made. There are pockets on the left and right sides of the waistband. above the stone wall. Vaguely, it seemed to be a bit joking, with a hint of contempt, looking forward, as if watching a play!

"Humans, never speak to us in a commanding tone."

"It's not the God of Fear. In our eyes, you, like the humans outside, are just bugs that can be crushed to death at any time!"

Lucas turned around, and in front of his sight, in the middle of the group of people in black robes, a purple gaze was slowly lifted up.

The voice was indifferent, and the eyes were equally cold, like a poisonous snake hidden in the darkness that might fly out at any time.

Being stared at by this gaze, Lucas couldn't help feeling cold, but soon, as he silently recited the title of God of Fear, his expression also became gloomy: "So, you are going to defy those two adults and Zug General Er's agreement?"

Although demons are inherently chaotic, the deterrent power of high-level Tanari to ordinary demons is still sufficient.

Especially the high-ranking Tanar'ri who are born to be the law enforcement officers of the demon army like the wolf snake demon!

Hearing that the human race on the opposite side moved General Zugel out, the eyes of a group of shadow demons finally shrank.

The shadow demon leader Zubaz changed his gaze several times, but finally he didn't resist the command. He just snorted coldly and walked directly to the window sill. While pushing Lucas away, he suddenly raised his black robe, and the bat Generally flew out.

Immediately after, a group of shadow demons all flew up to keep up.

In a blink of an eye, they all merged into the night, and even Lucas' sight could not catch any trace of them.

Shadow Fiend, a born assassin among demons!

"I'm going to deal with Earl Hayden!"

"Sacrifice with the blood of the holy warrior of the brave is what our Lord loves best!"

The Shadow Demon left, and the three black-armored warriors also walked down the tower.

Only, the mysterious black-robed man on the opposite side remained motionless in the darkness, and if he could not see it directly with his eyes, he wouldn't even reveal his breath at all.

"What can you teach me?"

Lucas looked at this person, showing a vague look of taboo.

He didn't even know the identity of this person, and the archbishop had hinted at him, don't try to test anything!

But vaguely, he has some numbers. Behind this person, I am afraid that it should be the key to their unity in so many ways!

"It is enough to have them outside. I will be with you and guard here, so as not to cause any problems with the ritual altar."

The voice of the man in black was unexpectedly peaceful, like a gentle breeze blowing on his face. If you change your clothes, change to a brighter scene, and say that the voice is from the evil camp, few people will believe it.

The ritual altar is guarded by the followers of fear, and they are also offering sacrifices. However, since this person said so...

Lucas also squeezed out a dry smile, and nodded slightly: "Then please Your Excellency!"

But having said that, the two of them did not go to the underground secret room. With them here, there is no fear that anyone will be able to sneak into the underground.

The line of sight quickly turned to the slaughter demon, and sometimes looked at some places farther away. In the distance, more riots and panic were spreading.

The Shadow Fiend's assassination is in progress!

Black armored warriors are also hunting spellcasters!

That evil power of darkness, that tyrannical aura full of "massacre" and "war", with a faint hint of hell...

"It turned out to be him!"

The spiritual consciousness is always diffused outside, and there is a sudden look in Isaac's eyes.

Although he still didn't touch it directly, but from the nature of this evil holy power, he roughly knew who was behind it.

This should be the "God of Tyrant" who is called "Hell's Herald"!

Legend has it that this man and the "God of the Brave" are half-brothers, but they are born enemies!

It's quite normal for this person to set foot here!

There are also rumors, it is said that this person has some relationship with the Great Dragon Queen, after all, they are all gods of the hell camp...

Isaac's eyes flickered.

He believed that the Great Dragon Queen should not have intervened. If the old man wanted to intervene, they would have to use their five-color dragon envoys in this material world.

However, those who are also in the hell camp are not just the Dragon Queen!

For example, the "Black Moon" back then!

The Black Moon Sect also has the most direct conflict with Tethyr!

so……

"Which one will be from this side?"

His eyes turned to the other direction of the spiritual vision, but after a moment of hesitation, he still shook his head slowly.

Should not be!

He had met the priest of the Black Moon Sect in Myramat back then.

It is obviously very different from the smell of this person.

However, he wasn't in a hurry to unveil it. Since these people were arranged here, they would always be revealed sooner or later.

He was not in a hurry to push himself to the opposite of these people.

At most, when the time is perfect, it will be enough for the frost giant to show his face. Even if he can not show his face, it is best not to reveal his identity in the form of a frost giant!

It has always been his favorite thing to sit and watch other people fight to death!

Even if it wasn't him who secretly manipulated something this time!

"Set up the altar first!"

"Looking at the situation, if Tethyr's reinforcements are too late, the city may fall tonight!"

"The believers of the God of Fear, the God of Tyrants, and those demons all love to kill and slaughter. Just this time is enough to start the sacrificial ceremony!"

Turning around, there was a blood altar in front of him. There were quite a few corpses hanging on the altar, and the blood was still dripping. What special means.

In front of the altar, there is a statue of a god of fear, surrounded by dozens of people in blood robes.

The bloody robes of these people were truly stained with blood, and they had a hideous stench.

But at this moment, these people are standing still.

He didn't die, but his mind was controlled by a powerful temptation!

This is an underground altar, but not on the other side of the tower, grasping the flow of fear thoughts, his mind easily found the location of the six altars.

Five of them are distributed in a pentagram array, and the other side of the tower is in the center of the pentagram array.

Following the killing of the Slaughtering Demon, following the attack of the Shadow Fiend and the Dark Guard, following the mad attack of the Black Scale Army.

In Isaac's induction, the panic in the city was unstoppable. The whole city seemed to be shrouded in layers of dark clouds. The clouds were still accumulating and getting heavier. This was caused by everyone's fear. change.

If it is said that above Tethyr's coronation ceremony, the invisible cloud formed by the trend of thought is the belief and belief of all people.

The invisible cloud covering the city at this moment is the fear of killing in the hearts of the people, and it is the trend of thought that condenses all fear.

This trend of thought is continuously flowing towards the six altars, and as they come, the statue in front of the altar has gradually begun to have a real concept breath in Yayoi.

The only thing that can interfere with them is the location of the few churches in the city.

Sensing all this, he observed the structure of the altar.

In Isaac's eyes, there is gradually a direction.

"Maybe there's no need to change them entirely!"

"I just need to intercept what is needed for blood sacrifice."

"Although it will have a considerable impact on this fear ritual, it should still allow them to continue!"

"They can continue to continue to influence Tethyr!"

As for how to transform the pentagram altar into a hexagonal altar to sacrifice to the "King of Wrath", and at the same time allow it to continue to operate, and even hide it from the fear cultists outside...

His eyes turned to the statue of fear.

The tyrannical breath of this evil god can make all living beings fear, but he, who has dealt too much with the concept of gods, is obviously not among them.

"With this statue as the core, and with the power of my mind, guide the flow of fear..."

"The probability of success should not be small."

Even if he doesn't succeed...it's nothing more than hurting others, his own goal can still be achieved!

In this way, there is no need to keep these guys!

With such a thought, he quickly conceived a transformation and a follow-up.

Soon, a miniature treasure chest appeared in Isaac's hand. With a stroke of his hand, another large treasure chest was summoned in the void.

...

The night sky in Djibouti has been shrouded in blood!

It was supposed to be a silver moon, but when the dim light fell on the city, it was actually bone-chillingly cold.

There's blood and chaos everywhere! Fighting and death are everywhere!

After all, the Steel Soul Knights failed to stop the massacre, especially after the appearance of the Shadow Demon and the Dark Guard, as the spellcasters among the professionals were disturbed by them, and even sniped, how could the Steel Soul Knights risk their lives? , After all, it still couldn't stop the terrifying power of the Slaughter Demon.

Even Earl Hayden, under the attack of the leader of the dark guard, fell under the giant claws of the tyrannical demon. Even, as the most delicious prey on the battlefield, he was torn out of his armor by this tyrannical demon. Throw it into your mouth.

The city has completely collapsed!

However, apart from gathering towards the church and praying, they have no way to even escape.

The black scale army outside the city is attacking wildly.

Due to internal and external influences and flanking attacks, the defenders are also in jeopardy.

Panic has reached extremes!

Thoughts even affect reality!

Above the city, the blood-colored mist eclipses the purity of the moonlight.

As the fog spreads, the evil desires of people's hearts are also distorted in fear.

Looting! kill! Lust! Fall!

And all this...

The location of the underground altar.

The Blood Pool and Altar of Evil have been reworked.

In the pool of blood, there is a steady stream of foul blood coming in, and those people in blood robes have also fallen in it.

On the altar, Frostfire Roar has also been erected in the center.

Isaac himself, on the side of the statue of the God of Fear, uses the power of his mind to guide the integration of the flow of thoughts through the breath of the god.

Sensing the sinister aberration of this fearful thought...

In his eyes, he couldn't help but secretly wrinkled.

It's not frowning because of the change of people's hearts. The nature of green dragons likes to manipulate people's hearts to degenerate. Such distortions are actually more in line with the nature of green dragons.

What really made him frown was that with the distortion of this evil thought, the aura of the concept seemed to have undergone a little strange change on the statue of the god being manipulated by him.

Let him, are a little difficult to grasp the changes!

"What are these guys trying to do with this ceremony?"

"not……"

His eyes were changing faintly, and even... the thought of whether to simply overturn it, so as not to capsize the gutter, quickly surfaced.

But it was at this moment of change.

Above the sky, a flash of blue lightning flashed suddenly, and two figures emerged from the void.

A crimson robe and a blue light staff in his hand.

One was wearing chain armor, the chain armor was still damaged everywhere, and his momentum was weakened, but he held the sword of holy light. The radiance of the holy light was a fearless force, which even made the evil thoughts in the sky suddenly shudder. ground wave.

Exactly, Archmage Derek and Priest Priest of the Church of the God of the Brave!

The sword of the Holy Light is also the sacred weapon of the Church of the Brave, the "Fearless Sword"!

The two of them teleported over one by one, and seeing everything in the city suddenly, their complexions changed dramatically.

And with their appearance, almost at the same time.

Isaac, who was thinking about whether he was going to lift the table, stared suddenly.

A voice, a voice that directly rang in his soul!

"The blasphemy against the gods, even the evil gods, is intolerable to any god!"

"Little guy, it's time for you to turn back and go on the right path!"