Orc Tyrant

Chapter 490: parasitic

The great altar of the Wushan Palace is located at the highest point of the mountain, and the misty weapon is shrouded like a veil on the top of the mountain, blocking the prying eyes from the sky.

When the high priest told Lilin that the ritual had been prepared and the battle in Sacred Spear Fort had come to an end, Major escaped at the last moment and gave up the last layer of fortifications.

This was also within Lilin's expectation. He never expected this guy to resist to the end, but at least he won enough time, which was enough.

The high priest was an old and withered animalized man. The skins of his body were almost all attached to the skeleton. His eyes were corroded and damaged by the power he worshiped a long time ago, which seemed to Lilin to be really sad.

Power should be controlled by oneself, not oneself controlled by power.

"Send me the 100 most powerful shaman among you."

Lilin glanced at the enemy tide that was overwhelming, then turned around and ordered his commander of the Forbidden Army:

"Send the remaining troops to guard the main road. The enemy will be coming towards us soon."

"My king, this ritual is very risky, and we can't fully believe it—"

The chattering appearance of the old man quickly made Lilin impatient, so the next second he was hit by a bullet in his head, and the one hundred shaman kneeling in front of him did not respond to it. He even saw some people. Smile.

Lilin likes these guys, they have souls that are really inclined to darkness, although they are still trapped in mortal bodies.

On the altar, all the utensils and sacrifices are ready, and the spirit flags woven in human skin are hunting and hunting in the wind, like a wailing dying. Thousands of pale vertebrae will wrap around in the shape of a cage, and the blue-gray stone slabs. A large number of complex patterns and symbols were engraved on the ground, and 33 wizards in red robes were also ready.

"Waiting for a long time."

The fifth ring elder who led the team stretched out his hand and made an inviting gesture. Lilin turned and looked at the one hundred shamans.

"You have received the blessing."

Lilin said to them:

"Being selected to receive a great gift, a reward from the great and noble beast god, the call is about to begin, and you will become the host."

After finishing talking, one hundred shamans knelt down under the totem pole, which was more than 20 meters high. This totem pole has an extraordinary origin. It is an ancient artifact from the swamp of the first generation of beasts, and it is also a belief in beast gods. The original source, the long history is unimaginable.

From the bottom to the top of the column, there are a large number of mysterious and obscure figures and symbols. Upon closer inspection, you can vaguely see some deer-headed humanoid creatures dancing.

This totem pole is called "Zalhu", which means "Holy God" in the old sayings of beastized people, and is the highest sacred object of beast **** shamanism.

This time, the cooperation between the Blood Worship Cult and Lilin was just because of a certain ability of this holy object, so they made a deal with each other.

Worshiping blood to teach people and things, perform a sedition ritual, after the event is completed, Lilin will give them a piece of Zaerhu's wooden salary, and also pay another holy object-the Eye of Wendigo.

Lilin agreed to these very harsh conditions. It seems that he has no choice. He wants to turn the tide. Apart from relying on the power of darkness, there is no other way. The war a few days ago has proved that the advanced weapons of the Trust Council cannot be fundamentally improved. Solve the problem.

Unless Guk is killed, Ouk’s invasion cannot be stopped, and destruction is only a matter of time.

The blood worship wizards were ready. Lilin stood on a boulder and began to sing. He effortlessly pieced together the arduous, non-human words of the devil, and at the same time felt that something sealed in the totem pole was also chanted. Song wakes up.

Countless blood-red candles suddenly lit up around the kneeling shamans. That was the only light source they saw. The dying sunset flickered with Lilin's spells, and the flames in the surrounding braziers faced this one. The king of the beast descended.

Whispers sounded, and the dark edge was shaking with shadows, representing the arrival of certain existences, and Lilin also welcomed them with open arms.

The flickering mist gradually intensified, and a vicious gale swept through the sky. The blood worship wizards raised their voices, and the howls around the crowd responded to the sound of the wind.

The blood of the sacrifice sprinkled on the ground foamed, and Lilin knelt down and dipped his hands into the rapidly warming liquid.

He continued to sing in his mouth, and at the same time walked to a shaman who was kneeling, with blood-stained hands on both sides of its head.

With the force of the elbow, the touch of a broken skull came from his palm, and the whole process was accompanied by uninterrupted complex spells.

Kakaka~~!

The shaman began to twist and save, but the hands holding him were still not relaxed, blood oozing from his ears and eyes, Lilin could feel that Hanan's door had been opened, and the power of darkness passed through him. 'S hands flowed into the shaman's boiling brain.

"bring it on!"

As the last barking evil language fell, Lilin pushed away the shaman.

The opponent's eyes were bloody, his whole body twisted in pain, and finally fell to the ground with a draw.

A gleaming and hazy figure loomed around him, shuttled between the mortal body and the illusory outside world.

Soon, his tongue bulged out of his mouth, his back arched, and the sudden muscle contraction made the body of the beastish shaman shake.

His struggle broke bones, his spine was horribly twisted, and his ligaments tore.

The people kneeling around him hurriedly dispersed, away from the convulsive kind, but a strange intoxication and piety appeared on their faces.

The flesh and blood of the kneeling shaman began to swell unnaturally, just like something in his body was trying to break free, he frantically tore the skin and face all over his body, grabbing bleeding holes.

The bones of the fingers pierced the skin and flesh of the fingertips and turned into arc-shaped claws. Clothes and skin were scratched, leaving only **** debris.

He kept rolling on the ground, every muscle in his body was stretched to the limit, and the blood vessels in his temples and neck were raised.

For quite a while, the shaman silently withdrew, while continuing to tear his skin with his claws.

His teeth were also stretched and sharpened, and he bit his neck and shoulders, tearing off a large piece of meat.

Lilin folded his hands on his chest, smiling at what was happening in front of him.

As time went by, the group of objects that were originally beasts fell into crazier convulsions, and at the same time they kept biting and scratching, and finally calmed down.

The bloody, fragmented body lay down on the ground for a while, then propped up his body, and his skinless face turned to the king of beasts, staring at him with **** hollow eye sockets.

Almost all the muscle tissues of its whole body are exposed to the air, leaving only a small piece of bright red skin sticking to the surface of the body, and the illusory form is still flickering around, stinging the eyes of people around it.

The end of the monster's limbs grew out of legs that resembled a bird, and the fingertips were connected with long claws.

There was a disgusting, squishy crackling sound, and a pair of bone wings spread out on its back, and a loose scarlet skin hung between the skeletons.

The monster opened its mouth full of fangs without lips, and roared hollowly at Lilin, just like a newly hatched chicken begging for food from a hen.

He smiled, and a flickering evil light reflected in his eyes.

"A glorious sublimation."

The gathered shamans also stared at the monster, and the air was full of anxious smell, which smelled like burning bones.

"Now, all of you will also devote your heart and soul to the beast gods."

Lilin's tone was slow, and the name was clear in the howling wind.

"Just as I want, and with my words, you will also hear the wishes of the gods."

The shamans looked at each other cautiously.

"right now-"

Lilin lowered his head and said to the monster who was crouching on the ground, licking his boots with his long thorn tongue:

"Summon the herd."

In an instant, all the shamans fell to the ground at the same time, their eyes and ears oozing blood, and the whole body twitched.