In the Middle Ages, people drew cards to be promoted to nobility.

Humphrey looked at the opposite side in astonishment at this "monster" who seemed to be reborn in the blink of an eye.

Yes, that’s right, it’s a monster!

That terrifying aura is simply impossible for humans to possess.

It's another kind of monster that also feeds on humans, but is obviously a higher level monster in the food chain!

He forcibly suppressed the fear rising in his heart and asked: "What the hell are you?"

At the tip of Lothar's finger, the ring that exuded an unknown aura suddenly shattered and turned into a huge gargoyle. It spread its wings behind Lothar's back and then slowly closed them.

The terrifying aura that was rising steadily in Lothar's body finally settled.

He raised the magnificent magic sword condensed by the blood magic in his hand and waved it gently, feeling that it was quite easy to grasp.

He looked up and down at Humphrey, who had completely lost his human form, and chuckled: "I should be the one to ask you this question."

You activated Milestone: God-Slaying Act.

Description: What you are facing is an ancient god left over from a long time ago.

The severance of faith and the changes of the times have made him weak enough. In order to survive, the gods can no longer control the four elements of earth, fire, wind and water. All they can rely on are the minions corroded by divine power and the fragile body. .

Now, it is so weak that even with a mortal body, it has the possibility of attacking the gods.

Kill it and you will receive a special talent focused on strengthening your personal combat power.

Evaluation: [In the ancient times when polytheistic beliefs were still prevalent along the Mediterranean coast, every warrior who killed gods was called a "hero" of mankind. And heroes deserve to be praised. 】

The air became thicker, and Humphrey's nose was filled with the strong smell of blood. He backed away uneasily.

Lothar's body was filled with bloody flames full of ominous aura.

This is the external manifestation of the blood magic power in his body that has been filled to the point of overflowing.

Through Humphrey, his bloody eyes reflected a dark secret room. In the secret room, the white candlelight reflected an ancient statue with most of its body hidden in the darkness.

Crocodile God!

One of the ancient Egyptian gods that has long been extinct.

…

The sharp blood-colored blade is both light and sharp.

When cutting through the air, the lightness felt as if no resistance was felt at all, making Lothar's swordsmanship even more elusive.

The instinct that seemed to have been engraved in Lothar's DNA, and the swordsmanship that the original owner had honed countless times on the training ground, were all brought into play at this moment.

Humphrey's body covered with tough scales was soon scarred by the blood sword.

The blood waterfall seemed to activate without any gaps, doubling his attributes. Coupled with the weird and unpredictable blood magic, Humphrey had no chance to fight back.

"Damn it, this magic sword is absorbing my blood!"

Humphrey's face was covered with a layer of humanized fear, and the wildness in his heart was rapidly fading away. The power given to him by the Crocodile God was flowing away quickly like a dam that had opened its gates.

"Help me, my lord!"

He murmured quietly.

The next moment, an even greater force suddenly descended on Humphrey's body.

Humphrey's aura began to rise.

Lothar, on the other hand, did not retreat but advanced. His beast-like intuition made him keenly aware of the seemingly dangerous opportunities at this moment.

The blood sword in his hand, with an extremely precise attitude that seemed to account for even the slightest difference, quickly stepped forward and pierced Humphrey's spine.

The infusion of power was interrupted.

Followed by a horizontal chop.

A scaly lizard head flew high into the sky.

The blood sword stabbed Humphrey again while his body fell to the ground.

In the darkness, the blood on its sword became more and more vivid, like a delicate bloody rose after drinking enough blood.

When the rabbit was up and the falcon was about to fall, he had completed cutting off the source of its power, delivering a fatal blow to break its neck, and finishing the attack for fear that the enemy's vitality would be too tenacious.

"It's really amazing. This waste can't do anything to you. Do you want to serve me? I can give you strength, wealth, and immortal life."

A cold and majestic voice sounded.

In the corridor, the lamp turned on again, projecting a ferocious black shadow on the wall.

"Stop talking nonsense, a lingering false god who has long since lost his glory as a god, a remnant of the old era, also wants me to serve you?"

A hint of disdain appeared on Lothar's cold face, and he said contemptuously: "Are you worthy?"

The black shadow was frozen in place, as if he didn't expect Lothar to be so aware of his situation.

For a long time, there was no reply.

Until Lothar took steps and walked in the direction guided by her intuition.

A pretending majestic voice sounded again: "Stop it, mortal, even if you win this time, I will pay a sufficient price to ensure your satisfaction - this is the same as the rules of the game for you human nobles, isn't it?"

A somewhat ferocious smile slowly appeared on Lothar's face: "That day demon spirit is controlled by you, right? You spied on us through it, and through Humphrey, you wanted to devour us. To restore your broken body?"

The voice admitted simply: "It is true. Even though this is no longer my era, as an old god, there is still a lot I can do. Just offer me blood food and I will give it to you." With great help, I can even transform an army for you that is made up of alligators like Humphrey."

"You will use this to become a monarch, and even rule the entire Frankish territory overseas. All you have to pay are some small blood sacrifices."

The crocodile god is very seductive.

"It's really tempting and I need to think about it."

He said he was thinking about it, but he showed no intention of stopping.

"That's enough, stop mortals!"

The voice became louder: "If you continue to move forward, we will completely fall into a situation of unending death. Even if you die, I will make you pay the price!"

Lothar stopped in front of a stone wall. He smiled and said, "You are afraid, right? This emotion is really pleasant."

Lothar swung his sword, and the stone wall in front of him collapsed instantly, revealing behind him a huge stone sculpture that was half human and half crocodile.

The violent air flow poured in, extinguishing the white candles one after another.

A majesty that was so rich that it was suffocating swept across like a storm, pressing towards Lothar.

The crocodile god's tone was no longer calm. Instead, it was a rather angry question: "What do you want?"

Lothar's polite smile was like that of an ancient blood noble.

He said word by word: "Kill God!"

The next moment, his figure exploded into countless small bats, and where he originally stood, a huge mouth hidden in the darkness suddenly opened.

The dense fangs look like a huge crocodile mouth.

The bat re-condensed into Lothar's body.

Without hesitation, he swung his bloody sword and struck at the statue.

The bloody flames lingering all over the body were poured into the blood sword in his hand, making its color become more and more bright and dazzling.

Oblivious to the fact that behind him, a dark crocodile like a shadow was grabbing at his back with its sharp claws.

"No, are you crazy?"

"What grudge do we have?"

The crocodile god simply couldn't figure out what he had done to actually force the human extraordinary in front of him to die with him without even taking his own life.

Lothar's movements did not pause at all. This harsh approach that left no way for him to escape completely angered the Crocodile God.

It let out an earth-shattering roar: "If you want to be a god-killer, then be a dead god-killer!"

Keng——

Almost at the same time, the blood sword penetrated the stone statue.

The crocodile's claws were also nailed into Lothar's chest.

Lothar gently stroked her chest, which should have been pierced by the crocodile god's claws. Under the torn silk dress, not even a layer of skin was broken - the gift of Prajna, a solid stone.

After being turned on, you will be immune to all damage received within three seconds.

He bowed humbly.

It was as if a grand performance had been completed and it was bowing to the audience.