Journey to the Wizarding World

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If he doesn't reveal his trump card, Sayenu is likely to perish!

As the red crystal shattered, a blood-red light shot up into the sky in an instant, and then turned into threads like a shooting star, streaking towards all parts of the world.

"Is this your trump card?" The God of Disaster waved his tentacles.

After the red crystal was broken, it did not emit too much power, but it seemed like some kind of signal was transmitted to every War Ghost tribe around the world.

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Solu Plain.

Within the Gaussian tribe, which occupies the richest resource area in the plain, all the blood warriors appeared in the square. Looking at the red thread streaking across the sky, the leader of the Furious Warrior O'Kalun's breathing suddenly became rapid.

"This is..." O'Callen's face turned pale.

In the central square of the Gaussian tribe, under the huge god-given stone monument, in an unknown underground palace, a burly old man sitting alone on a beast bone throne with a bone pendant hanging around his neck slowly raised his head

head.

"Has the day finally come?"

The burly old man murmured to himself, with a hint of loneliness on his face. His originally cloudy eyes were slowly covered with blood red, and his self-will gradually disappeared. He stood up like a puppet and walked out of the dark underground palace.

Third level life form, tyrant!

In the training system of the Zhangui Clan, first-level beings are called red-striped warriors, second-level beings are called furious warriors, and third-level beings are called tyrants.

Every tyrant is a puppet of God!

When the blood-killing god needs them, they will be deprived of their own will and become part of the blood-killing god. This is the fate of every tyrant, and it can also be seen as a curse.

In the Gaussian tribe, a burly old man walked out of the underground palace.

Like a walking corpse, he came under the God-given Stone Tablet. With a high-pitched cry, his burly body exploded and turned into crimson blood mist, blending into the God-given Stone Tablet.

In an instant, a red light shot into the sky.

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War Ghost World, Goron Valley.

A majestic and solid city wall forms a fortress at the entrance of the valley. The Kingdom of Gorun, formed by hundreds of war ghost tribes, is located in this vast valley.

War ghosts generally exist in the form of tribes.

But if a certain tribe becomes strong through continuous conquests and its number exceeds millions, then this tribe will be qualified to become a kingdom, just like the Kingdom of Goron.

The Kingdom of Golun, with five million people, is one of the thirty-seven kingdoms in the War Ghost World. As the king, Golun is already 400 years old. In his early years, he conquered a large territory in North and South wars.

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Goron Kingdom, inside the palace.

On the throne made of gold, the old Goron was enjoying the service of a female slave. But as a red light flashed across the sky, an indescribable expression suddenly appeared on his old face.

Gradually, his eyes lost their luster.

The tyrant who single-handedly brought down the Kingdom of Goron, roughly pushed aside the female slaves serving around him, and walked like a zombie to the deepest part of the palace, under a huge god-given stone tablet.

Like the tyrant of the Gaussian tribe, Golun'er's body also exploded in an instant.

The crimson blood mist blended into the god-given stone tablet, and seemed to turn into a red light that shot straight into the sky. The ministers of the Kingdom of Golun who rushed around looked at the scene that happened in front of them in amazement, and seemed a little at a loss.

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At the same time, ghosts are fighting all over the world.

Similar things are happening constantly. After the blood-killing god of the dark sea of ​​trees crushed the red crystal, it seemed that some kind of restriction was triggered, and every third-level life form of the ghost clan lost its own will.

Like puppets, the tyrants came to commit suicide under the god-given stone monument.

The power of the third-level life form was projected into the sky through the god-given stone tablet, and then gathered into a majestic crimson divine power, flowing directly into the dark sea of ​​trees, breaking through the restrictions of the rules, and poured into Sayernu's body.

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Deep in the dark sea of ​​trees.

The crimson divine power soared from the sky and landed on Sayenu. The majestic divine power caused the blood-killing god to let out a high-pitched roar, spreading around like a wave of burning flames.

In an instant, the three-headed evil beast king turned into ashes.

At the same time, crimson divine power, like a sharp sword, rushed straight into the sky. Above the dark sky, each eyeball screamed sharply, and then flowed out black mist-like liquid, slowly closing.

"Is this... your trump card?"

The God of Disaster retreated towards the rear, waving his tentacles to release the power of the black mist to counteract the erosion of the crimson divine power. Fanmo let out a strange laugh and said, "Use the life of the blood descendant to convert it into divine power to supplement yourself.

Is this what you, Sayenu, do?"

On the huge body of the God of Disaster, every eyeball showed a playful luster, and said sarcastically: "It's so ridiculous. The War Ghost Clan regards you as a father god, but you regard them as blood food. Such

What's the difference between means and an evil god like me?"

In the same place, Sayenu said nothing, digesting the divine power pouring into his body.

At the cost of fifty-six's tyrant's life, the divine power gained from the blood sacrifice instantly restored the blood-killing god's state to its peak. Although this divine power was consumed by the rules of the dark sea of ​​trees as it poured into his body,

Almost half of the divine power was lost, but it was enough.

Just as the God of Disaster said, this is the trump card of the God of Bloodkiller.

Sayenu uses blood-killing as its power, and its greatest method is to use and control blood and life. It has been running the world of war ghosts for thousands of years. The footprints of the war ghost clan have traveled all over the world, except for the sea of ​​dark trees.

Every war ghost clan can become Sayeru's blood food.

By devouring the lives of the war ghosts, this power can be converted into divine power. Sayenu has almost inexhaustible divine power. Although he is in the dark sea of ​​trees at the moment, ordinary war ghosts cannot make blood sacrifices, but those tyrants are not included in this.

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"It's no use talking more, Brahma!"

On the same spot, Sayenu slowly opened his eyes. A pair of blood-red wings regained their luster under the infusion of crimson divine power. The blood-killing god glanced at the remaining evil beast king and said coldly.

"The battle between you and me has just begun!"

"That's right, Sayenu!"

The God of Disaster let out a wanton laugh and roared, "Originally, those kings of evil beasts were just to consume your divine power. I am not stupid enough to really think that I can kill you with them."

"Next, it's our turn!"

The real war between gods is about to begin. The tentative confrontation before can be declared over. The blood-killing god used his trump card and sacrificed the tyrant of all the third-level life forms of the war ghost clan, and the king of evil beasts under the god of disaster.

There's not much left.

"I'll have fun with you!"

The God of Disaster let out a ferocious smile and said, "After today's events are over, no matter what the outcome is, your war ghost tribe will suffer the disaster of annihilation and lose the protection of the tyrants. I wonder how those tribes can resist the evil forces."

The King’s Attack.”

There is not much left of the evil beast king, and the tyrant has sacrificed all his blood.

And in the hands of the God of Disaster, there are still ten evil kings who have not used them. This power is enough to sweep the entire war ghost clan.