Chapter 438: The Product of Hatred (Page 1/1)

Tens of thousands of years ago, before the 'Demon Pupil' appeared and the witch trial had not yet arrived, the residents of Yanan Town lived a miserable and harmonious life.

The poor run for survival, the rich struggle for power, the powerful struggle for money, and the clergy work to spread the gospel of the Lord.

Under the order of layers of greed and desire, the pattern of Yanan Town has always been maintained in a delicate balance, and people may complain about their current life, but compared to the nightmare afterward, they will definitely choose the current paradise.

Until, the sacrifice led by Carter Ward began.

This disillusioned mad sorcerer has turned all his fanaticism and hatred into the fullest of appetites, and has put it on the table to bargain with the unknown known as 'God'.

All the townsfolk have become bargaining chips, sacrifices for some mad priest seeking 'hypocritical eternity'.

The sacrificial townsfolk become vengeful shadows wandering the ruins of their hometown, while Carter enters the Lightless Sea, becoming a half-finished ruler of the old days.

Mortals can't bear such a powerful force, after tens of thousands of years of washing, whether it is the perpetrator or the victim, everything that once belonged to mortals has left them, and now they are veritable monsters.

If there is a legacy, then what is left is the hatred that spans tens of thousands of years and is bred by one game after another!

……

The shadows falling from the sky evoked the hatred that Yanan's shadows had precipitated for tens of thousands of years, and the gray-black cloak was immediately dyed with a layer of maple dyed red, which was shocking and equally unforgettable.

All the shadows were arranged around the lord, and at the moment when the shadows continued to fall, the figures blurred, layer by layer, and submerged into the main body of the lord one after another.

The superbrain can analyze sounds that cannot be captured by normal hearing.

It was the voice made by the lord, following the fluctuations, one by one the gloomy influences should be in response to the lord's call, and the fluctuations should be integrated into the lord's body, and the energy of hatred continued to superimpose, and the terrifying truth came out of the body, surrounding the body and soaring into the sky.

Waiting for the last shadow to submerge into his body, the appearance of the Shadow Lord, as the final carrier, has changed greatly.

The gray-black cloak shadow swelled to a height of hundreds of meters, and the substantial palm retained the oldest memory, evolving into the shape of a Gregorian priest, holding a broad-bladed scythe as high as himself.

The Torch of Time is rendered in the color of hatred, and the flames of vengeance overturn the audience, igniting a monstrous flame.

The power sublimated by hatred dyed the sky red like blood, the shadows that fell from the tentacles appeared in ripple-like folds in an instant, and the chaotic phantom was pulled by an inexplicable force, and the chaotic power was continuously weakened.

For the first time, the new world, bound by the 20 Yanan towns, suppressed the chaotic forces of the old cultists; The realm of revenge, intertwined by the pouring of the Torch of Time with hatred, formed a second suppression, coupled with the deliberate containment of the night, which came across the void, and the tentacles themselves also lost some of their energy.

And the final entity formed by the superposition of all the shadows of Yanan is the power that was feared by the old madmen, surpassing the false gods, infinitely close to the true gods, and the tentacles that felt bad wanted to withdraw in an instant after going deep into the battlefield, but then, the shadow lord had already swung the scythe, and the long and wide scythe blade grabbed the tentacles like a hook, and then pulled down sharply.

……

The gray vortex entrenched in the infinite deep space suddenly spread through the stormy waves, and layers of chaos raged in the void, as if some terrifying being was wantonly venting the anger in his heart in such a childish way.

The chaotic and magnificent spiritual fluctuations impacted the void, dragging out a trajectory that stretched for hundreds of miles.

"Who is it, it hurt me, familiar fluctuations, it's you, looking for death......"

The intermittent fragments of the spirit were transmitted into the distance, and then, the churning whirlpool once again had three huge and hideous lights and shadows pop out, like three atrium snakes waking up before the end of the world, popping out their greedy fangs to the world.

This is just the beginning.

The night witnessed this feat.

Revenge from the old cultists will soon come, and the next thing to do is to lure Kamaleza the Braineater and the Chosen Champion of withering to a new battlefield.

With the tripartite team combined, the revenge of the mad cultists will no longer be feared.

……

Since his last defeat, the notorious Death-Eater Monarch of the Abyss has hidden himself in a semi-sealed plane, as if he could avoid the monster's sight with this ostrich-like stance.

Nightshade came to the plane where Camaresa was hiding, deliberately revealing her existence, but—

There was no reaction from within the plane.

It seems to have been frightened.

Cangye continuously released dozens of [bait esophagus markers], all of which were superimposed on this seat surface.

In the void, the predatory tentacles of the old cultists immediately caught this deliberately leaking delicacy, and in an instant, two more tentacles extended out.

After a moment of silence, the sharp hiss of a brain eater suddenly sounded in Cangye's brain:

[Little thing, you're dead!] 】

[Let's live this time first, Your Majesty the Brain Eater!] 】

Nightshade didn't care about Kamalesa's threat, but instead conveyed to him the coordinates of the new battlefield.

[Coming to this place will save your life, Your Majesty. 】

This is not a conspiracy, but a naked conspiracy, and the brain-eaters have to give in.

In the following efforts, the wisp of breath left over from the previous Divine Chosen in the night led the Divine Chosen Champion to a new battlefield, and at this moment, the revenge of the old mad cultists had come.

The three tentacles coiled around most of the heavenly dome, and the chaotic power continued to penetrate, so that cracks erupted in the plane.

The Shadow Lord wielded a giant scythe and three tentacles to fight each other, and gray blades of light slashed through the space like a hurricane, blocking the destruction of the battlefield by the Cultists.

Eventually, the Brain Eater had to succumb to Night's tactics and enter the new battlefield he had carefully arranged.

Now, the new battlefield has five tentacles.

In the end, the Shadow Leader turned the tide and slashed once again on the nearly shattered battlefield.

The power of time led the flames of vengeance to swoop upward, and all the energy was instantly drawn in half, attacking a monstrous touch that was chasing the Brain Eater.

The huge arc of light giant blade rippled with rich time fluctuations, and the tentacle's movements were frozen in an instant.

Without any sound, the blade of light slashed, the tentacles were cut off from it, and even the blood was frozen in an instant, and the cross-section was flooded with an abnormal halo.

In this short moment, the old cultists didn't even feel pain, but inexplicably lost the perception of some of their limbs.

And then, most of the dissipated blade of light slashed into the other tentacle, and the flesh was split into a huge gap.

The Brain Eater hates the Cultist very much, and now that it has a chance for revenge, it naturally won't let it go easily.

The three scaly tails twisted and killed, striking the wound in an instant, and taking a step closer to severely damaging the tentacle.

The tentacles hung down softly, and they were already incapacitated for a short time.

There are still three tentacles left on the field, and at this time, the Chosen Champion has also arrived on the battlefield.

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