The Witcher: Elemental Lords

He thought of the altar and suddenly had an idea: could he directly trade with an evil god?

Thinking of this, he couldn't control the thought.

Of course, if he were to trade with an evil god, it couldn't be in the World of Auf, as there were true gods there.

Several gods had already formed a united front and wouldn't allow more gods to come here; it could only be done in a lower world.

But it couldn't be in the Alpha World either, as the Alpha World had a world consciousness and the two great gods of light and darkness, who might start fighting outside the space.

The last time Daheitian invaded, it was chosen when the world was somewhat chaotic; normally, these evil gods wouldn't dare to invade.

Thinking of this, Dorre pondered for a moment, preparing to find an uninhabited dimensional small world to summon Daheitian; anyway, there were many such worlds around the Alpha World.

He thought about it and decided to prepare to implement it.

Daheitian was a very powerful evil god and should know the location of the great world.

He gave instructions, asking people to prepare the materials for the altar, as well as some blood sacrifices.

He planned to select these blood sacrifices from the death row inmates in the cities around Albis City, and also select some magical beasts with relatively large blood energy.

Albis City didn't have too many death row inmates, but there was no other way.

This preparation process was not difficult; about five days later, he received the materials and then opened the void magic array, projecting his consciousness into the void.

He searched around and quickly found the small world named 'Death' by the Alliance of Glory Wizards.

This world was a world with extremely incomplete rules, with only the rules of death and soul.

There was no life in the world, only various kinds of undead existed; there were no creatures in the world.

Because of the rules of the soul and death, the undead inside were the creatures of the world, which was very strange.

When some necromancers summon undead, they summon the creatures of this world.

The light spot of the undead dimensional small world was very small, and Dorre easily broke through the outer defenses, and a clone composed of Xuan Corpse Insects entered the small world.

As soon as he entered the small world, everything in front of him suddenly darkened.

Dorre appeared on a desolate land, with nothing around him.

In the air, layers of death power formed a mist, forming a layer of mist that enveloped the entire world.

In space, a light spot hung up, as if it were the sun, or as if it were not the sun, just like a dim light source.

The ground was complete, without a trace of vitality, not even water, dry and hard; stepping on it, it wouldn't move at all.

Dorre sensed his surroundings and was a little speechless.

This world was truly a world of death and souls; the other elements were pitifully scarce.

If it weren't for earth and wind being the main elements of the world, he would have suspected that this world didn't even have land and air.

Of the four elements of earth, fire, wind, and water, only earth and wind were relatively normal; fire and water were almost non-existent.

Dorre looked around; at a glance, it was full of mist formed by the power of death, and the visibility was very low.

Even a powerhouse of his level could only see less than twenty kilometers away.

He was a little surprised.

He sensed the upper limit of the world and found that it could only accommodate the power of the eighth level, which meant that even this little power of his clone could create spatial cracks.

This was outrageous; was this the dimensional world smaller than a small world?

Dorre glanced around and quickly discovered the native creatures of this world; several skeleton-like things were wandering aimlessly in the distance, without a target or direction, walking randomly.

These skeletons were all very weak; if he didn't sense them carefully, he would hardly be able to sense them.

Dorre was a little speechless.

However, the undead world could not be underestimated.

According to records, the most powerful ways for necromancers to summon undead could summon combat power above the eighth level of this world.

Dorre thought that it was possible that his location was wrong and there were no powerful creatures.

He thought about it and decided not to consider this issue and summon Daheitian.

…

On the dim earth, an altar stood quietly.

Around the altar, dozens of magical beasts lay on the ground.

These magical beasts were all alive and in a comatose state.

As the altar was completed, Dorre waved his hand, and about ten people lay on the ground.

These people were also in a comatose state.

After everyone fell to the ground, their eyes opened together, and they stood numbly in front of the altar, and then skillfully performed various prayer actions, and streams of magic flowed into the altar.

The altar slowly lit up, and a strange force was generated from the altar, breaking through to the outside of the world in a wonderful way and spreading into the void.

Dorre observed while controlling the death row inmates to control the altar.

He knew how the altar worked, and even made some improvements to the altar.

He had never played with a real altar, and he didn't know much about its operation, after all, it was connected to a true evil god, and he didn't dare to build it randomly.

When the altar really started running, Dorre realized its ingenuity.

After the altar started running, it broke through the space.

After the altar communicated with the void, Dorre knew that the main event was coming.

He waved his hand, and the bodies of the surrounding magical beasts shattered, and flesh and blood exploded, and Dorre led them into the altar.

At this time, the altar emitted a strong suction force, completely devouring these flesh and blood.

Flesh and blood turned into powerful energy, producing some inexplicable changes in the altar.

Dorre stared carefully at the altar.

He saw that these flesh and blood formed a very secret symbol inside the altar.

He had never seen this symbol, but the moment he saw the symbol, he knew that this symbol was the true core of Daheitian.

This symbol was the key to connecting to Daheitian.

After the symbol was formed, Dorre felt that around the altar, an will had suddenly appeared at some point.

The symbol was Daheitian, and Daheitian was the symbol; a thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

At the same time, a strong and absolute thought communicated to the symbol, and an evil aura filled the altar.

"My believers, what is the matter with summoning me?"

All the believers controlled by Dorre heard this voice, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart; Daheitian had come.

"Still pretending, aren't you planning to come over?"

Dorre slandered in his heart, and then controlled one of the believers.

The murderer's face showed a hideous look, and immediately issued an abnormal hatred, and resentment covered the entire altar.

"Respectable Great Heitian God, I am willing to offer myself, hoping that the Great Heitian God can help me avenge."

"Respectable Great Heitian God, I am willing to dedicate my soul to gain your power."

"Respectable…"

In one breath, everyone made a wish; all kinds of twisted auras, all kinds of resentment, all kinds of violent negative emotions filled the altar.

The altar accepted all these breaths and then turned them into mysterious forces, forming a small channel.

When Dorre saw this channel, he knew that things were done.