Tribute to the Demon King

"My god, my lord, please give me grace!"

"My god, my lord, please give me grace!"

Under Zhou Yi's unusually silent gaze, the ritual that had clearly failed was working again.

This time, a completely different phenomenon happened.

The quiet coffin suddenly made a bang bang sound, as if something inside wanted to rush out.

Accompanied by the creaking sound of the grinding disc, the red light that sent chills down the spine at a glance jumped violently in the gap of the coffin lid——

Author's message:

The first one is delivered! (chest out)

I'm really scared this time, so I'm going to sleep quickly after coding Chapter 2... I will update it before eleven o'clock!

Chapter 47 My God My Lord

The ceremony resumed, with unsettling bright red lights shining from the cracks in the coffin, reflecting on everyone's faces.

Although the incantations and movements have not changed in the slightest, the atmosphere has changed this time.

A strange sound came from nowhere, as if the Coke that had bottomed out was being sucked vigorously through a straw.The chirping of strange birds and the sound of pattering water sounded in the coffin at the same time, and a viscous sound like whipping minced meat rang in my ears.

"My god, my lord, please give me grace!"

"My god, my lord, please give me grace!"

The hysterical shouts echoed in the port of Palermo, and the light red halo spread out like water ripples, dipping the ground and sea near the port.

It's completely different from the previous level—even the thick magic power that made Zhou Yi feel a sense of crisis seemed to be stirring in front of his eyes, superimposed at a terrifying speed, scouring the land of Sicily, and piercing deeply into the dragon's veins like fangs among.

However, magic is not enough.It is far from enough to pull out the wedge that the "Palomos" association has nailed on Sicily——

At the next moment, a believer's head exploded without warning.

Like a blown balloon, or a rotten watermelon smashed with a hammer.Flesh, skin, brains, and bones splashed in all directions, dirtying the surrounding believers and overtime.

His headless body still raised his hands high, as if he was shouting for something.After a long time, he finally lost his strength and fell forward slowly with his hands over his head. The corpse slammed on the ground, and a long bloodstain splashed out in front of the broken neck.

However, even after seeing this scene, the other magicians were still fearless, and the chorus did not stop.

"My god, my lord, please give me grace!"

"My god, my lord, please give me grace!"

Accompanied by the crisp sound of joints bursting, another explosion occurred.

The hands of one believer, the belly of another, and the neck of the believer behind him.

Like a punctured balloon, the bulging flesh shattered with a bang.The slightly trembling broken flesh bounced on the ground, making a sharp squeaking sound like a flesh worm the size of a little finger.The blood splashed on the ground seemed to come alive, constantly distorting the painting into strange fonts.

If this scene is seen by ordinary people, they will probably wonder if they are crazy.

"Life sacrifice?"

Zhou Yi muttered and frowned, the mocking and frivolous smile gradually disappeared from his face, and his eyes became a lot more serious: "No wonder. No, or...so that's why it's called 'Lord of the Flies' ..."

When watching this scene, Zhou Yi completely understood.

In fact, including herself, Annie, the leader, Lu Yinghua and many others were all played by Anxiela.

In fact, Anshela had already reminded her that the association of magicians she belonged to was called "Lord of the Flies".It seems to be a very cooooool and tall name...but the meaning contained in it is not simple.

The Lord of the Flies—that is, Beelzebub, the king of ghosts defaced in the New Testament, his name in the Old Testament is actually Baal, and the word "serve Baal" is generally used to euphemistically describe believers who betray Jehovah.In fact, the name "Baal" itself means "master".

This once extremely powerful god, he also has a name called "Hadad", the child of the Semitic creator Eli, the main god once believed by the Canaanites, Syrians and Persians.

And one of the most famous things that Baal has done is to kill the dragon king Yam with two sticks of "chaser" and "striker".After that, he usurped the throne of God King from Dragon King Yamu.

And the Dragon King Yamu is the oldest identity of the ancestor Anshela!

A god ancestor, the name of her association is a scornful name for the enemy who killed her-it doesn't feel right no matter how you think about it.

If Zhou Yi's guess is correct, this is not a ritual at all to recall the body from the underworld under the full moon, or rely on the essence of water and earth to rebuild the body.

Instead, it is a ritual of revenge that sacrifices the "Lord of the Flies" who once beheaded himself, and thus obtains a complete body!

That's right... Anshela didn't need to go back to Syria at all, and she didn't need to find a holy temple dedicated to herself.At the moment the cruise ship itself is a gigantic temple of evil.Once she descends here, she will naturally be able to return to the most primitive dragon king Yamu's posture——

"...that would be great."

Zhou Yi showed a happy smile from the heart.

He looked expectantly at the huge coffin lying in the center of the deck.

Finally, with a "click", the coffin was pushed away from the inside.

"My head is as high as Enlil, and my face is the light of the day!"

The girl sang holy lines loudly, and slowly stood up from the coffin.

The girl who was only about ten years old, with long flaxen hair hanging loose, and a pure face like an angel, was singing powerful and sacred words in an ethereal tone reminiscent of a hymn.

"Ulash, the earth mother, is my guardian! Nellie, the daughter of the south wind, is my swearer!"

The young girl who was as pure as water looked directly at Zhou Yi with terrifying and dark eyes.