Secret: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

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The living sacrifice intended to be offered to the gods was terminated, and the flesh was devoured by another demon.

The devil's path, the abyss' path, the devils who deserve death, and the evil people with no good intentions have never had the qualification to covet the throne of God in the clouds.

Because the world is filled with evil, the Seven Gods will never allow an evil god to be born.

Thousands of years ago, the demon king was defeated by the ancient sun god and fled into the abyss in panic. Then the gods outside Hou Tian stretched out their hands and grasped them and the prisoners firmly in their palms.

The half-mad gods were bound by pollution and slept in the abyss. There has become the coffin of an incomplete king, buried with all the demons who followed him into the abyss because of their faith in him.

At this time, following the instructions of the outer gods, the illusory abyss descended on the earth, and suddenly darkness fell, and an extremely huge black shadow appeared between the sky and the earth, showing a ferocious appearance. Looking up, I seem to see in the dark shadow the self-destructive arrogance, the bottomless hatred, the betrayal of all betrayals, and the greed that can even swallow the flesh and blood of my compatriots... His existence seems to be all sin and evil. filth itself.

"Dark Side of the Universe", "Demon King", Fabuti's huge head floated from the sea of ​​blood, but the part above the bridge of the nose was missing. The horizontal branches replaced the curved and ferocious horns, and the moonlight exposed in the gap seemed like The broken eyes and flesh hung on it in bits and pieces, and fleshy branches connected the broken bat wings. His projection showed the appearance of the remains of animals preyed on by plants, with roots extending out from the rotten wounds, making a certain black-eyed demon frown.

——It’s so ugly.

The sky turned blood-colored, and the pale sun hung in the sky. The surging filth on the ground was attracted, and the phantom arm raised high turned into a real arm. The ancient god "Devil King" grabbed the moonlight. The bright red blade that turned into swung down heavily.

This was the last power that the Mother Tree of Desire could drive. Edward immediately let go of his control over his flesh and blood, melted the body and bones of Beria, who was still alive, and forcibly extracted the extraordinary characteristics from his body bit by bit. Relying on his personality, Forced assimilation and aggregation!

Bits of extraordinary characteristics flew out, faster and faster. He could no longer escape. He could only watch in despair as his body was swallowed bit by bit and recast bit by bit. Finally, his soul fell into the enemy's mouth, and his body turned into A pitch-black long sword dozens of meters long!

Edward controlled his bones and blood, polluted his spirituality, and while further completing his promotion ceremony, he directly swallowed Beria's characteristics!

The devil's promotion requirements are inseparable from blood and fighting. When the gods were preparing for the destruction of a city, the Angel of the Abyss found another way and chose to devour another angel to pave the ladder of promotion with strength!

The rolling dark clouds seemed to come from the end of the world, raining blood of filth and murder along the way. Sin and the corpses of dead demons mixed into a sinful land.

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"Do you want the ceremony to begin now?"

When the sea of ​​flesh and blood covered the overgrown plants, the Dark Saint who was praying with his eyes closed under Backlund's eyes widened in shock.

The hazy oracle reached his ears, and he suddenly jumped up from the prayer bench.

He was about to kneel down instinctively following the fear and joy in his heart, when he was suddenly startled by the deafening babble and the words "as soon as possible" and "hurry" mixed in it.

Blood spurted out of Kosma's ears, and he endured the pain and acted immediately.

Along the winding steps to the sacrificial site that had been prepared at the bottom, the heinous sacrifices were all tied up and fainted to the ground. One black chain after another penetrated the flesh, flesh and bones of their bodies, and they were constantly being chained. Blood flowed out and dripped onto the countertop carved with complicated patterns, filling in those brand-new carvings.

The moment he stepped onto the altar, it was as if a spell was lifted, and everyone suddenly woke up.

Then they quickly realized what was about to happen through the burning torches, the five-pointed star logo and the ropes on their bodies, and they shouted loudly in unison, some were cursing loudly, some were begging in low voices, and some at this time The psychological defense line collapsed and they began to pray that their self-confession confessions could vindicate many old unjust, false and wrongful cases in the city. If Kaping heard this, he might even angrily accuse himself. How can he be compared with these people and act together as Sacrifice. But most of them are extremely anxious and keep telling numbers one after another in order to buy their lives with money.

The officiant is indifferent. Who would care about the cry of an animal before it dies?

As they awakened, the dark spirituality on the altar quickly became active, and the black chains became more solid, hovering maliciously in the air happily. The dark saint lit the fire platform and quenched the obsidian blade in it, and the flames flashed in the blink of an eye. It turns into a deep blue.

He walked towards the first sacrifice, holding the obsidian sacrificial knife tightly with both hands, raising it high, pointing the tip of the knife downward, aiming at the throat of the sacrifice below.

He spoke solemnly:

"One, sacrifice your hands and feet to sin."

The blade slides along the gap between bone and flesh, deftly disassembling the body, and removing the hands and feet with a beautiful movement.

Screams and blood signaled the beginning of the ritual.

"Second, dedicate your eyes to Zhang Yang's malice."

Put the tip of the knife against the corner of the eye, slowly and steadily, peel the eyeball out of the socket like peeling a grape, and throw it into the fire.

"Third, with my heart, I dedicate it to freedom and carnival."

The fainted sacrifice was awakened by new pain. Fortunately, he did not have to watch himself being disemboweled and bleeding all over the floor.

"Fourth, sacrifice your soul to the filthy god!"

Many flesh and blood puppets followed his movements, the first, the second, the third... Endless pain rose from the ground, and the resentful soul screamed, rushing in along the blood-irrigated name on the altar. The sky fell into the mouth of the demon who was confronting the ancient gods in the distant southern continent.

The aid of the allies was very timely. The shadow of the Crown of Thorns appeared. He swallowed the souls that came at the right time. The long sword transformed by another angel in his hand suddenly highlighted one face after another in pain and wailing, and the color became darker and darker. Deep, and finally the color of blood appears.

He laughed, leaped high, and met Yuehua's blade——

——Cut it off together with the demon king’s arm!

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In a noble garden in distant Intis, the war bishop who was teasing his new date suddenly shook his hand holding the plate. The exquisitely crafted plate was nailed to the floor-standing wall clock cabinet like a dart, and the hazelnut cake was thrown away. Go out and fall on the expensive carpet.

The charming woman standing next to him exclaimed and quickly asked the servant to wipe it. At the same time, she opened her watery light eyes wide, took Traynor's arm, and spoke in a trembling voice with a hint of coquettishness in her panic: "Are you hurt? Is it not to your liking?"

Traynor opened his mouth but made no sound. He didn't know how to describe the sudden feeling in his heart just now, as if his heart was suddenly clenched tightly by an invisible hand. His scalp was numb, and he even ignored the girl in front of him who wanted to climb high and who happened to be in line with his own aesthetics.

He looked towards the window sill and saw his messenger kneeling on it, lowering his head toward the south.

The violently beating heart gradually returned to normal. The War Bishop vaguely grasped something, and his expression became dark and unclear.

On the Rhoad Islands, Richard Ernst, who was carrying things with a cart, suddenly felt something in his heart and was spiritually shaken. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the southern continent, feeling the intimidation of the spiritual energy escaping from the adjacent path. , as if seeing a black cloud covering the sky.

This actually has no impact on the Pilgrimage Sect, but in the eyes of the Seven Gods, it is probably a symbol of "the distinction between the two leaders"...

Perhaps, the church’s wool will not be so easy to pluck in the future…

The Temperance Angel's expression became slightly serious, but he was almost mentally prepared when the teacher asked him to investigate the abyss.

He lowered his head slightly toward the south, and then continued to carry supplies while humming a tune as if nothing had happened.

A local postman who happened to be passing by recognized Him, greeted Him happily, trotted over, took out a letter signed "Frank Lee" from the mail bag, and thrust it into His hand.

Richard accepted the letter and said goodbye. The postman smiled and waved and trotted away.

The changes in the southern continent did not affect this side. After walking slowly for a while, Richard saw Garland from a distance, who was braiding his braids with a cold face. He saw that the clothes were not so simple but not too simple. Newcomer Sharf Maxwell is as flamboyant as he was in Intis.

The young man Traynor asked for protection worked as a temporary worker in the Pilgrimage Church, lived a comfortable and comfortable life in Byam, and gained weight. Every month he needs to complete two commissions as agreed and is protected by the Pilgrimage Sect.

He moved the boxes down one by one and placed them in the corner. He saw a familiar blue head standing next to Sharf. The two people were standing in the corner, probably discussing some private commission.

After successfully completing the commission, the relationship between Captain Ghost and himself has improved a lot, and money is indeed the strongest connection. The subsequent effects were gradually forgotten in the form of nightmares, and neither the crew nor the captain felt anything unusual.

However, Alger, who had made a huge profit, did not forget to give Bayam's intelligence chief a share of dozens of pounds. After all, the intelligence chief introduced this matter, and he had to bypass the middleman and contact the customer directly, so he had to show his integrity. A little sincerity. Sophistication and tact have always been his style.

Richardo took a look at Alger and was relieved when he found that the changes in the Demon Path had no impact on him. The sealing and curse techniques of the Prisoner Path were both excellent.

Seeing that the sun was about to set, he called Garland De and began to discuss tonight's dinner, and invited Alger to stay and eat together.

And not surprisingly, he was rejected by Alger.

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An angel fell, and the sun's wrath burned the clouds in the sky.

The five cities were silent, and the prototype of hell appeared on the earth.

The malicious gaze and fingers of the outer gods have touched the edge of the earth. The beauty of the red moon surpasses the lofty starry sky and the hidden crimson, and the dangerous gaze lingers outside the sky. Therefore, the gods are on guard against the emergence of a new Sequence 0 in the demon pathway, or an outstanding existence with enough ability to single-handedly integrate this loose pathway.

Prisoners and criminals, tainted and cursed pathways, it would be best not to give birth to new gods until the end.

The Demon King's severed arm fell from the sky, smashing half of the mountain and landing at the highest point. Black-red blood gurgled from the fracture, paving the red carpet to the sky. The devil, who had re-transformed into a human form, stepped on the red carpet step by step to the highest point, stepped on the broken arm under his feet, stared at the moonlight and dark clouds in the distance, bathed in the dripping blood and sin, and slowly lifted the crown of thorns that looked like scorched bones. The ground was put on his head.

Phew!

The thorns on it suddenly swelled, piercing his flesh, stained with the devil's blood, and then melted. Some black traces traveled on his face, turning into a less obvious mark on his face.

In an instant, he saw the abyss of reality and the evil thoughts inherent in living beings, and everything was within reach. I also saw it, integrated into the spiritual world corresponding to the abyss that cannot be described in normal language and cannot be understood with normal logic, and looked at the ancient god from a distance.

Edward tugged at the corners of his split mouth and smiled ferociously.

A ray of violent influence fell, and the wounds and flesh on his body suddenly twisted, and something sharp bulges were pushed out under part of the skin. It seemed like it was about to burst out of its skin.

puff!

A branch suddenly grew out of His eye socket, piercing it.

Edward hissed, reached out and pulled it out by the roots, blinked his eyes, the damaged eyeball returned to its original shape, and the undulations under the skin gradually subsided.

The chaotic spirituality fluctuated violently like stormy waves, but from the beginning, there was no possibility of His promotion failing.

At the same time, the five cities that were destroyed by him came into contact with him in the corresponding areas of the spiritual world. The information and history of the two worlds were intertwined and entwined with each other, bringing complete spiritual world information, that is, abstraction. meaning concept.

In reality, those places have been purified to a greater or lesser extent, but they are still forbidden areas enclosed by the church.

In the spiritual world, they gradually came closer and merged due to similar concepts, and finally turned into a medium-sized inanimate area.

If he could - He wanted to call that area "Hell".

The glasses were long gone and he had no spare ones on hand, so Edward simply ignored them. What's more, he now has a huge bloody hole on his head. During the fight, the angels of the Beria family pulled out his left horn and a piece of his skull. In return, he tore off one of the opponent's arms.

Although it is healing on its own, blood is still gushing out from there, dyeing all the surrounding hair a dark color.

The newly promoted filthy king took out the sword he had just made, looked at it for a moment, and then used it to remove the rapidly decaying flesh and blood on Fabuti's broken arm, leaving only the indestructible black bone to carve out the outline of the seat.

A dead Fabuti is the best Fabuti. A piece of carrion that has occupied the throne for thousands of years has no right to fight with himself.

Then He thrust the sword to the side, sat on the rough bone seat, closed his eyes and fell asleep to regain his spirituality.

The crow flew and landed on a clean bone behind Him.

"You can start thinking of new honorific names."

He said cheerfully that he was in a great mood after just raiding the Beria family treasure house, so after saying this, he stopped talking and quietly made decorations.

A long time later, with the red moon high in the sky, the members of the Blood Worship Cult came to the Beria family headquarters in what was once a deep mountain and now a plain valley. They were shocked for a long time and fell silent out of fear.

——The dripping blood gushed out from the broken arm of the Demon King, turning into the cloak on the new king and the red carpet on the throne.

It's like a long sleep has finally come to an end, like waking up from a strange life. When He opened his eyes again, he saw the devil's believers kneeling on the ground, the daring competitors leaving only corpses and unwilling roars in his mind, and even the red moon in the sky became his background.

He finally, after a long absence, felt——

"joy".

TBC

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The old king is incompetent, and a new king should be established.

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