Chapter 2793
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"Eternal, great, immortal."
"Chaos, destruction, disaster."
"The beginning of filth, the beginning of madness, the source of nightmares."
"The messenger of the end, the incarnation of death, offering sacrifices to this world, welcoming your arrival..."
Under the endless dark abyss, repeated whispering words echoed endlessly.
Daodao's figures in black robes gathered here.
Around the mysterious altar made of black spar, they performed a sacrificial ceremony that has been passed down from ancient times.
"God is watching us, waiting for our ultimate loyalty!"
One of the figures stepped forward, opened his arms and shouted loudly at the crowd, with a fanatical and pious tone.
In the drowsy environment, the skin covered by the black robe can be vaguely seen, with complex and weird patterns drawn on it.
That seems to be some kind of special text.
Remember m in a second. 26ksw.cc
It also seemed to have life, slowly wriggling like bugs, gnawing at his flesh and soul.
Boom, boom, boom...
Dull footsteps sounded from the depths of the darkness.
A dark red light rose faintly, like a red eye, watching everything coldly.
The footsteps were getting closer, and the outline of some kind of huge creature gradually became clear.
They were two humanoid creatures with a height of more than ten meters, with ferocious faces, and their bodies were covered with armor made of stubborn stones.
troll.
A powerful and rare monster, its strength is terrifying, even far surpassing most legendary powerhouses.
The giant sword pierced into the giant monster's chest from behind, piercing it, and the hilt was connected to a huge chain.
The other end of the chain firmly locks the blood-colored light ball in mid-air.
The two mountain demons moved slowly, dragging the bloody light cluster in mid-air forward.
The blood-colored light cluster seems to be really composed of some kind of blood color, and with the activities, it ripples like water waves, which is weird and distorted.
Finally, the mountain demon slowly arrived at the top of the altar.
"Open the door of the world with dirty blood."
The black-robed priest slowly bent down, and other black-robed figures also knelt down one after another, reciting songs that have been passed down in ancient times.
The bloody light group began to tremble.
Faintly, there seemed to be a roar coming from it, and it was like a hazy and illusory dream.
The blood light began to flow, like a snake breaking free from the cage of chains, waving wantonly in all directions.
Like tentacles.
Finally, the tentacles found their target, and they frantically rushed towards the mountain demon below.
But in just a few seconds, the figure of the mountain demon completely disappeared, but the blood expanded a lot.
Then it turned into a vortex and slowly merged with the altar made of black spar.
The altar gradually changed.
The black faded and was replaced by a blood-like dark red, and the blood-colored silk threads gradually grew and extended, no different from blood vessels.
A sound almost like a heartbeat echoed in the empty hall, as if hitting everyone's heart.
The bloody thread continued to grow, gradually spreading towards the central area of the altar, and finally gathered in the blood vortex in the center.
The heartbeat gradually accelerated, and flesh and blood spread and grew in it.
The black-robed priest raised his head.
He saw those blood vessels gradually expand, transporting an endless stream of blood and energy.
That is the crazy soul they spent countless years collecting.
Something indescribable is gradually taking shape in the vortex, and the wailing of countless souls emerges amid the surging blood.
They struggled and roared.
But he couldn't escape the vortex of blood.
Finally, gestation reaches its limit.
"Roar!"
The soul-touching roar echoes in the soul of every Oblivion Cultist.
The blood vortex dried up completely, and the bloody thread also dried up and broke, replaced by a mass of slowly wriggling scarlet flesh.
Numerous limbs, faces, eyeballs, and mouths were formed continuously, and then melted into flesh and blood in an instant.
"Master all things, dominate death, annihilate all things, the end of chaos..."
The muffled chant echoed.
In the nothingness, countless marks of chaos emerged, and finally submerged in the irregular mass of flesh and blood.
The flesh and blood began to tremble, as if there was an invisible hand reshaping it.
Bulge, rise, compress, split...
In the end, it turned into two closed doors.
The Grim Reaper with wings on his back stood on the door, staring at the thousands of believers below, his weird face seemed to be mocking or sneering.
And this is just a statue made of flesh and blood.
I don't know when it started, the sound of overlapping waves echoed around the altar, as if you were at the seaside.
The tide rolled and crashed against the shore.
Clouds covered the sky, the sea breeze was getting stronger, and the tide was surging wantonly. Under the drowsy ink color, some kind of indescribable thing was coveting reality.
When the tide tears everything apart, that is the day when He reaches reality.
"The door to the world has appeared!"
The black-robed priest stood up and opened his arms, "The curtain will finally be raised, offer your devout beliefs, and welcome the arrival of God!"
The believers took steps towards the portal of flesh and blood.
They took out their sharp blades and stabbed them into their chests. The gurgling blood gathered under their feet, flowing along the lines of flesh and blood, and finally dyed the **** of death into blood red.
Time and space began to oscillate, and blurred phantoms appeared and died.
Some kind of indescribable power appeared, and the originally closed door trembled and opened slowly.
Endless darkness, endless light.
Endless knowledge, endless loneliness...
At this moment, endless contradictory feelings came from inside the door, filling the perceptions of all believers, chaotic and disorderly, crazy and complex.
All kinds of things crazily filled their minds, and they couldn't stop at all.
Silently, the bodies of several believers gradually melted like candles, absorbed by the altar, and became part of the portal.
Those who face the gods will also become the carrier of the gods.
Thinking of the rules of the Holy See, the believers suppressed their inner emotions and lowered their heads not to look at the scenery behind the door.
"Countless years of waiting have finally arrived at this moment, devout ones, let's go, God needs your help."
The black-robed priest held the scepter of flesh and blood in his hand, and the tiny tentacles had penetrated deeply into his palm, merging with it, "Glory to oblivion!"
The believers stood up and entered the opened door.
Just touching them, their bodies completely disappeared, like a dream, but it was time to wake up from the dream.
The number of believers gradually decreased until they all entered the gate of the world.
The black-robed priest raised his head and looked at the god of death above the gate of flesh and blood. There is no relevant record in the ancient books about the god.
grim Reaper.
He just subconsciously thought of this title.
According to another Bishop of Annihilation, when they sacrificed themselves to the nightmare, the god of death came, like the messenger of annihilation.
Messenger?
The black-robed priest didn't think too much about it. Perhaps the gods had undergone some changes over the long years.
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"Eternal, great, immortal."
"Chaos, destruction, disaster."
"The beginning of filth, the beginning of madness, the source of nightmares."
"The messenger of the end, the incarnation of death, offering sacrifices to this world, welcoming your arrival..."
Under the endless dark abyss, repeated whispering words echoed endlessly.
Daodao's figures in black robes gathered here.
Around the mysterious altar made of black spar, they performed a sacrificial ceremony that has been passed down from ancient times.
"God is watching us, waiting for our ultimate loyalty!"
One of the figures stepped forward, opened his arms and shouted loudly at the crowd, with a fanatical and pious tone.
In the drowsy environment, the skin covered by the black robe can be vaguely seen, with complex and weird patterns drawn on it.
That seems to be some kind of special text.
Remember m in a second. 26ksw.cc
It also seemed to have life, slowly wriggling like bugs, gnawing at his flesh and soul.
Boom, boom, boom...
Dull footsteps sounded from the depths of the darkness.
A dark red light rose faintly, like a red eye, watching everything coldly.
The footsteps were getting closer, and the outline of some kind of huge creature gradually became clear.
They were two humanoid creatures with a height of more than ten meters, with ferocious faces, and their bodies were covered with armor made of stubborn stones.
troll.
A powerful and rare monster, its strength is terrifying, even far surpassing most legendary powerhouses.
The giant sword pierced into the giant monster's chest from behind, piercing it, and the hilt was connected to a huge chain.
The other end of the chain firmly locks the blood-colored light ball in mid-air.
The two mountain demons moved slowly, dragging the bloody light cluster in mid-air forward.
The blood-colored light cluster seems to be really composed of some kind of blood color, and with the activities, it ripples like water waves, which is weird and distorted.
Finally, the mountain demon slowly arrived at the top of the altar.
"Open the door of the world with dirty blood."
The black-robed priest slowly bent down, and other black-robed figures also knelt down one after another, reciting songs that have been passed down in ancient times.
The bloody light group began to tremble.
Faintly, there seemed to be a roar coming from it, and it was like a hazy and illusory dream.
The blood light began to flow, like a snake breaking free from the cage of chains, waving wantonly in all directions.
Like tentacles.
Finally, the tentacles found their target, and they frantically rushed towards the mountain demon below.
But in just a few seconds, the figure of the mountain demon completely disappeared, but the blood expanded a lot.
Then it turned into a vortex and slowly merged with the altar made of black spar.
The altar gradually changed.
The black faded and was replaced by a blood-like dark red, and the blood-colored silk threads gradually grew and extended, no different from blood vessels.
A sound almost like a heartbeat echoed in the empty hall, as if hitting everyone's heart.
The bloody thread continued to grow, gradually spreading towards the central area of the altar, and finally gathered in the blood vortex in the center.
The heartbeat gradually accelerated, and flesh and blood spread and grew in it.
The black-robed priest raised his head.
He saw those blood vessels gradually expand, transporting an endless stream of blood and energy.
That is the crazy soul they spent countless years collecting.
Something indescribable is gradually taking shape in the vortex, and the wailing of countless souls emerges amid the surging blood.
They struggled and roared.
But he couldn't escape the vortex of blood.
Finally, gestation reaches its limit.
"Roar!"
The soul-touching roar echoes in the soul of every Oblivion Cultist.
The blood vortex dried up completely, and the bloody thread also dried up and broke, replaced by a mass of slowly wriggling scarlet flesh.
Numerous limbs, faces, eyeballs, and mouths were formed continuously, and then melted into flesh and blood in an instant.
"Master all things, dominate death, annihilate all things, the end of chaos..."
The muffled chant echoed.
In the nothingness, countless marks of chaos emerged, and finally submerged in the irregular mass of flesh and blood.
The flesh and blood began to tremble, as if there was an invisible hand reshaping it.
Bulge, rise, compress, split...
In the end, it turned into two closed doors.
The Grim Reaper with wings on his back stood on the door, staring at the thousands of believers below, his weird face seemed to be mocking or sneering.
And this is just a statue made of flesh and blood.
I don't know when it started, the sound of overlapping waves echoed around the altar, as if you were at the seaside.
The tide rolled and crashed against the shore.
Clouds covered the sky, the sea breeze was getting stronger, and the tide was surging wantonly. Under the drowsy ink color, some kind of indescribable thing was coveting reality.
When the tide tears everything apart, that is the day when He reaches reality.
"The door to the world has appeared!"
The black-robed priest stood up and opened his arms, "The curtain will finally be raised, offer your devout beliefs, and welcome the arrival of God!"
The believers took steps towards the portal of flesh and blood.
They took out their sharp blades and stabbed them into their chests. The gurgling blood gathered under their feet, flowing along the lines of flesh and blood, and finally dyed the **** of death into blood red.
Time and space began to oscillate, and blurred phantoms appeared and died.
Some kind of indescribable power appeared, and the originally closed door trembled and opened slowly.
Endless darkness, endless light.
Endless knowledge, endless loneliness...
At this moment, endless contradictory feelings came from inside the door, filling the perceptions of all believers, chaotic and disorderly, crazy and complex.
All kinds of things crazily filled their minds, and they couldn't stop at all.
Silently, the bodies of several believers gradually melted like candles, absorbed by the altar, and became part of the portal.
Those who face the gods will also become the carrier of the gods.
Thinking of the rules of the Holy See, the believers suppressed their inner emotions and lowered their heads not to look at the scenery behind the door.
"Countless years of waiting have finally arrived at this moment, devout ones, let's go, God needs your help."
The black-robed priest held the scepter of flesh and blood in his hand, and the tiny tentacles had penetrated deeply into his palm, merging with it, "Glory to oblivion!"
The believers stood up and entered the opened door.
Just touching them, their bodies completely disappeared, like a dream, but it was time to wake up from the dream.
The number of believers gradually decreased until they all entered the gate of the world.
The black-robed priest raised his head and looked at the god of death above the gate of flesh and blood. There is no relevant record in the ancient books about the god.
grim Reaper.
He just subconsciously thought of this title.
According to another Bishop of Annihilation, when they sacrificed themselves to the nightmare, the god of death came, like the messenger of annihilation.
Messenger?
The black-robed priest didn't think too much about it. Perhaps the gods had undergone some changes over the long years.
"Eternal, great, immortal." "Chaos, destruction, disaster." "The beginning of filth, the beginning of madness, the source of nightmares." "The messenger of the end, the incarnation of death, offering sacrifices to this world, welcoming your arrival..." Under the endless dark abyss, repeated whispering words echoed endlessly. Daodao's figures in black robes gathered here. Around the mysterious altar made of black spar, they performed a sacrificial ceremony that has been passed down from ancient times. "God is watching us, waiting for our ultimate loyalty!" One of the figures stepped forward, opened his arms and shouted loudly at the crowd, with a fanatical and pious tone. In the drowsy environment, the skin covered by the black robe can be vaguely seen, with complex and weird patterns drawn on it. That seems to be some kind of special text. Remember m in a second. 26ksw.cc It also seemed to have life, slowly wriggling like bugs, gnawing at his flesh and soul. Boom, boom, boom... Dull footsteps sounded from the depths of the darkness. A dark red light rose faintly, like a red eye, watching everything coldly. The footsteps were getting closer, and the outline of some kind of huge creature gradually became clear. They were two humanoid creatures with a height of more than ten meters, with ferocious faces, and their bodies were covered with armor made of stubborn stones. troll. A powerful and rare monster, its strength is terrifying, even far surpassing most legendary powerhouses. The giant sword pierced into the giant monster's chest from behind, piercing it, and the hilt was connected to a huge chain. The other end of the chain firmly locks the blood-colored light ball in mid-air. The two mountain demons moved slowly, dragging the bloody light cluster in mid-air forward. The blood-colored light cluster seems to be really composed of some kind of blood color, and with the activities, it ripples like water waves, which is weird and distorted. Finally, the mountain demon slowly arrived at the top of the altar. "Open the door of the world with dirty blood." The black-robed priest slowly bent down, and other black-robed figures also knelt down one after another, reciting songs that have been passed down in ancient times. The bloody light group began to tremble. Faintly, there seemed to be a roar coming from it, and it was like a hazy and illusory dream. The blood light began to flow, like a snake breaking free from the cage of chains, waving wantonly in all directions. Like tentacles. Finally, the tentacles found their target, and they frantically rushed towards the mountain demon below. But in just a few seconds, the figure of the mountain demon completely disappeared, but the blood expanded a lot. Then it turned into a vortex and slowly merged with the altar made of black spar. The altar gradually changed. The black faded and was replaced by a blood-like dark red, and the blood-colored silk threads gradually grew and extended, no different from blood vessels. A sound almost like a heartbeat echoed in the empty hall, as if hitting everyone's heart. The bloody thread continued to grow, gradually spreading towards the central area of the altar, and finally gathered in the blood vortex in the center. The heartbeat gradually accelerated, and flesh and blood spread and grew in it. The black-robed priest raised his head. He saw those blood vessels gradually expand, transporting an endless stream of blood and energy. That is the crazy soul they spent countless years collecting. Something indescribable is gradually taking shape in the vortex, and the wailing of countless souls emerges amid the surging blood. They struggled and roared. But he couldn't escape the vortex of blood. Finally, gestation reaches its limit. "Roar!" The soul-touching roar echoes in the soul of every Oblivion Cultist. The blood vortex dried up completely, and the bloody thread also dried up and broke, replaced by a mass of slowly wriggling scarlet flesh. Numerous limbs, faces, eyeballs, and mouths were formed continuously, and then melted into flesh and blood in an instant. "Master all things, dominate death, annihilate all things, the end of chaos..." The muffled chant echoed. In the nothingness, countless marks of chaos emerged, and finally submerged in the irregular mass of flesh and blood. The flesh and blood began to tremble, as if there was an invisible hand reshaping it. Bulge, rise, compress, split... In the end, it turned into two closed doors. The Grim Reaper with wings on his back stood on the door, staring at the thousands of believers below, his weird face seemed to be mocking or sneering. And this is just a statue made of flesh and blood. I don't know when it started, the sound of overlapping waves echoed around the altar, as if you were at the seaside. The tide rolled and crashed against the shore. Clouds covered the sky, the sea breeze was getting stronger, and the tide was surging wantonly. Under the drowsy ink color, some kind of indescribable thing was coveting reality. When the tide tears everything apart, that is the day when He reaches reality. "The door to the world has appeared!" The black-robed priest stood up and opened his arms, "The curtain will finally be raised, offer your devout beliefs, and welcome the arrival of God!" The believers took steps towards the portal of flesh and blood. They took out their sharp blades and stabbed them into their chests. The gurgling blood gathered under their feet, flowing along the lines of flesh and blood, and finally dyed the **** of death into blood red. Time and space began to oscillate, and blurred phantoms appeared and died. Some kind of indescribable power appeared, and the originally closed door trembled and opened slowly. Endless darkness, endless light. Endless knowledge, endless loneliness... At this moment, endless contradictory feelings came from inside the door, filling the perceptions of all believers, chaotic and disorderly, crazy and complex. All kinds of things crazily filled their minds, and they couldn't stop at all. Silently, the bodies of several believers gradually melted like candles, absorbed by the altar, and became part of the portal. Those who face the gods will also become the carrier of the gods. Thinking of the rules of the Holy See, the believers suppressed their inner emotions and lowered their heads not to look at the scenery behind the door. "Countless years of waiting have finally arrived at this moment, devout ones, let's go, God needs your help." The black-robed priest held the scepter of flesh and blood in his hand, and the tiny tentacles had penetrated deeply into his palm, merging with it, "Glory to oblivion!" The believers stood up and entered the opened door. Just touching them, their bodies completely disappeared, like a dream, but it was time to wake up from the dream. The number of believers gradually decreased until they all entered the gate of the world. The black-robed priest raised his head and looked at the god of death above the gate of flesh and blood. There is no relevant record in the ancient books about the god. grim Reaper. He just subconsciously thought of this title. According to another Bishop of Annihilation, when they sacrificed themselves to the nightmare, the god of death came, like the messenger of annihilation. Messenger? The black-robed priest didn't think too much about it. Perhaps the gods had undergone some changes over the long years.
