sorcerer immortal

"Your authority is born to plunder the root power from other powerful existences. As long as you kill this knight named Yasuo and absorb the root power hidden in his blood, you can be promoted one step ahead of others. Ahead of the competition for the divine being."

"Afterwards, we will eradicate the Dim Church, absorb the divine power contained in the Dim Son of God, and then inherit everything in the Tamru Kingdom, so that your strength can reach its peak and you will have a huge first-mover advantage in this era."

"It sounds good, but what does all this have to do with me?" Angola sneered: "Don't think I don't know, after all this is done, it will be the time when the Night Watch King recovers. Will I still exist by then? ?”

"This is your destiny of glory." In the darkness, that person began to persuade: "The concept of the subject of will does not exist in the great gods. You yourself are the descendant of the King of Night Watch, and no existence can affect your will."

"Maybe." Angola sneered, noncommittal, and then said: "How is the arrangement at Bloody Sir's side?"

"The preparations are almost done. In two days, the Blood Moon Ceremony will be held and the entire palace will be sacrificed together."

"It seems that the time left for my brothers is running out."

Angola turned around, thinking of the Gruul she saw in the room just now, she couldn't help but shook her head, and then continued to ask, "Where is the altar of Kaluxiu?"

"Same as before, still no reaction at all." In the darkness, the figure said so.

"It's already reached this point, and there is no reaction yet?" Angola said a little puzzled.

Kaluxiu, the founding king of the Tamru Kingdom, is also the strongest in the entire Tamru Kingdom. Together with the High Priest of the Dark Church, he once resisted the legendary existence of the bloody jazz.

As the legendary king who created a huge kingdom, this king of knights is extremely powerful, and should have been the biggest obstacle in the plan planned by Angola and others.

But it wasn't until after he did it that he realized that Caruccio didn't react at all to their actions. It was as if he didn't see their actions of imprisoning the king and sealing off the kingdom.

This is also the biggest reason why their actions unfolded so smoothly, otherwise, even if they could reach it in the end, it would be impossible for them to do so silently, and it would inevitably cause an uproar.

"Who knows?" In the darkness, the figure said; "Legends exist, and any accidents may exist. Maybe Caluccio has already died, and now there is only one body left."

"Everything is possible, but the only thing we know so far is that he didn't appear to block our actions, which is good news."

Angola shook her head, then glanced behind her, and left directly.

A few days passed quickly while waiting.

In the early morning, when the sun in the sky shines on the earth, a faint light covers the world, illuminating the world brightly.

A faint smell of blood was rising and falling. In the empty palace square in the past, a sacrificial ceremony was slowly starting at this moment.

The blazing flames are rising, and in the center of the square, a blood pool is standing there quietly, and there is a blood-colored crystal in it.

In the blood-colored crystal, a little girl was completely naked, lying quietly in the crystal, her hands hugged her knees, her face was calm and peaceful, she seemed to be in deep sleep.

A faint majesty continued to spread outward from the crystal, and bits and pieces of majestic majesty continued to spread far and wide. Even if ordinary people just felt it, they couldn't help but want to kneel down. They couldn't bear this majestic majesty. .

In front of Crystal, an old man was wearing a blood-colored robe, standing there quietly at this moment, his eyes fixed on Crystal in front of him.

Different from the eyes of ordinary people, his eyes looking at the crystal in front of him are full of confusion, which contains all kinds of emotions such as madness, obsession, distortion, etc., which makes everyone who can feel it feel scared.

At this moment, a strong smell of blood bloomed in situ, and in situ, corpses were placed around, and there was generally a deep wound in the heart.

These corpses were just placed there, scattered all over the ground, blocking the surrounding area of ​​the blood pool, it looked like a garbage dump for corpses.

Gruul looked at the scene in front of him with an ugly expression.

At this moment, he was being crushed among a bunch of people, all his clothes were stripped off, and his whole body was placed there in an extremely humiliating posture.

A hot feeling emerged in his heart, and an unprecedented sense of humiliation emerged, which made the strong self-esteem in his heart twitch continuously.

Apart from this insult to personality, what made him feel even more chilled was the piles of corpses in front of him, and the textures carved on his body.

Beside him, a servant who looked like a maid was holding a colored pen in his hand, constantly drawing on his body, carving out complex marks one after another on his body.

This is not a good omen. Moreover, when the imprint was drawn, the fate of those in front of him made Gruul extremely chilling.

Accompanied by the piercing of a sharp knife, fresh hearts were continuously dug out and placed on plates by categories.As for the rest of the body, it was randomly left in the pile of garbage dumps dedicated to the disposal of corpses and became one of them.

"I'm going to die like this?"

This way of dying is so lacking in dignity that Gruul can't help but feel chills physically and mentally whenever he thinks that he will die with such an appearance.

As a soldier and commander who has experienced battles, he is not afraid of dying on the battlefield, nor does he shy away from having his body chopped into several pieces, which is a miserable death.

But this way of dying now challenges the limit of his imagination and makes him have the urge to commit suicide on the spot.

Unfortunately, even if he wanted to commit suicide on the spot, the people here did not give him this chance.

Before he came here, he was cast with a spell. At this moment, his whole body was filled with a sense of powerlessness, and he couldn't even move his hands or feet, let alone commit suicide with a sword.

Feeling this, he finally closed his eyes, couldn't bear to read any more, and could only quietly wait for his own death.

His appearance was seen by Angola, so he couldn't help but smile: "Brother, your current appearance is really quite different from your past appearance."

After the words fell, the corners of Gruer's eyes moved, but he didn't open them in the end, as if he didn't hear.

Seeing his reaction, Angola also shrugged, feeling a little bored about it.

In the distance, a howling wind is coming.

Chapter 645 Arrive at the Palace

In the distance, the howling wind blows slowly.

I don't know when, a terrifying aura rose slowly outside, and a terrifying aura rose upwards, covering an area with a radius of tens of miles in the blink of an eye.

"Is it still here?"

Angola muttered to herself, with some teasing in her eyes.

As early as when preparing for this ceremony, he had anticipated various situations that might happen today, and made corresponding preparations for it.

Among these situations, the worst one is undoubtedly that the founding king of the Tamru Kingdom, Kaluxiu, recovered from his silence, or the churches of various countries sent people to encircle and suppress him.

But no matter which one, they are absolutely sure to deal with it, and no matter how bad it is, they can let the bloody knight stand on top to ensure that they are safe.

After all, the bloodstain ceremony this time was mainly for Bloody Sir himself, not for them. If the two parties had not already reached a cooperation intention, he would not have stayed here to watch Bloody Sir perform the blood sacrifice.

After all, he is also the prince of the Kingdom of Tamru. Even if he doesn't have a sense of identity with this country, it doesn't feel so good to watch his brothers in name being sacrificed by outsiders one by one.

"Unfortunately, there is nothing I can do."

He sighed secretly in his heart, then looked up to the outside world, quietly waiting for the arrival of outsiders.

At this moment, the sky outside had turned black, and pieces of dust fluctuated and then fell. Bits of elemental particles kept vibrating and gradually spread out, starting to affect the microcosm, and gradually changing the positive sky.

The momentum was very loud.

A unique breath spread out, and the power contained in it made Angola stunned.