Journey to the witch world

Yudula's body stiffened, and the expression on his face changed.

As Puli said, the divinity of killing can make the host gain great power, but those who are addicted to this power will also be swallowed by the will to kill.

In the Corruption Swamp, the wizard who has fallen into madness is a bloody example!

"The flames of killing are blooming, the abandoned land will usher in chaos, and the glory of our Lord will return to the world!" At this time, Puli suddenly spoke again, with a pious expression on his face.

"The flames of killing bloom..." Yudula murmured.

Puli seemed to predict something, a smile appeared on his face, and he whispered: "Don't worry, Yudula, everything in the world is God's will. Giving the divinity of killing to Enzo may not be a good idea for us." A bad thing.”

Yudula's eyes flashed, with a puzzled expression on his face.

"The second-level wizard is qualified to inherit the divinity of killing." Puli said in a low voice, hoarsely: "After the divinity obtains a host, it will soon form a mark of killing. Driven by desire, it will surely bloom to symbolize killing." flower!"

"People swallowed by the will to kill will fight for more divinity. When the final son of murder is born, the temple will be opened again!"

"The Temple of Killing?" Yudula suddenly raised his head.

"That's right, it's the Temple of Killing!"

The corners of Puli's lips raised, and there was a hint of fanaticism in his eyes, and he said, "My Lord's divine fire remains in the Temple of Slaughter. When the Son of Slaughter is born, he will surely return to the world!"

"And that Enzo is the body I chose for the God of Slaughter!"

Yudula's heart trembled, and his whole body was trembling.

Through the conversation with Puli, she finally understood the other party's intention, and revealed the secret she had guarded for thousands of years for a larger plan.

"Keep this secret from me, Eudra."

Afterwards, Puli regained his composure and said softly, "The opportunity that I have been waiting for for thousands of years is now in front of me. If everything goes well, my Lord will come to the world again relying on his body and divine fire!"

"At that time, the entire Lost Continent will be controlled by my Lord. As a believer of my Lord, you will also gain great benefits!"

"All for the God of Killing!"

As he spoke, Puli raised his hand to make a gesture that represented killing believers.

"...All for the God of Killing."

Yudula hesitated for a moment and made the same gesture to express his identity as a believer of the God of Killing.

The conversation between the two ended, and the stone house fell into silence. Pulli turned around and walked to the corner. After twisting a mechanism, he opened the entrance to a secret room and slowly walked in.

No one noticed that in the most secluded shadow above the stone house, there was a crow, its dark eyes watching everything below, listening to every word of the conversation between the two.

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"So, is this your purpose?"

In another stone house, Enzo's eyes flickered slightly. After using the shadow crow to eavesdrop on the conversation between Udula and Puli, he understood everything.

"Those who inherit the god of killing will eventually be swallowed by the will to kill and become the resurrected body of the god of killing..." Enzo murmured to himself.

Puli has not abandoned his faith. On the contrary, he is a fanatical believer in the God of Killing. Today, when the age of gods is long gone, he is still famous for planning the resurrection of the God of Killing.

It was Puli's plan to hand over the divinity of killing to Enzo.

After inheriting the divinity of killing, Enzo can rely on the divinity to gain strength, but under the influence of killing, he will eventually lose his will and become the son of killing.

And the Son of Slaughter is the resurrected body of the God of Slaughter!

"What a plan that kills two birds with one stone!"

A sneer appeared on Enzo's face, a cold luster flashed in his eyes, and thoughts flashed in his mind.

Puli chose to hand over his divinity to Enzo, seemingly losing the treasure that he had guarded for thousands of years, but in fact he got two birds with one stone.

First of all, without the god of killing, the camp will no longer be invaded by other forces. Secondly, it will also find a host for the god of killing, which will serve as the basis for the resurrection of the god of killing.

"Hmph! Your plan is perfect, but it's a pity that I'm not a fool either!" Enzo snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with luster. Now that he knew about Puli's plan, he naturally wouldn't sit still and wait for death.

First of all, Enzo is bound to gain the divinity of killing. Even if everything is Puli's plan, he has no intention of giving up that divinity.

However, obtaining the divinity of killing does not mean that you will definitely become a puppet of killing!

Boom, boom, boom!

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in." Enzo said softly.

The door was pushed open, and Puley walked in, holding a clay pot in both hands. Weird and small tadpole-like incantations were engraved on the surface, and the seal was inlaid with a crystal stone as black as ink.

"What are the casualties in the camp?"

Enzo glanced at the clay pot, the luster in his eyes flickering slightly, but he did not rush to ask for divinity, but asked casually.

"Thanks to Sir Enzo's magic potion, the people infected by the snake venom are basically out of danger." A grateful expression appeared on Puli's face, and he said sincerely: "If it weren't for you, the Gro camp would have suffered a disaster tonight. Please Allow me to express my gratitude to you on behalf of my tribe!”

Enzo smiled, but there was amusement in his eyes.

"This is the divinity of the God of Slaughter, and I leave it to you now!" Then, without much nonsense, Puli directly handed the clay pot to Enzo.

"Is this the divinity of killing?"

Enzo's eyes flashed, and he used a chip to scan and found that there was some blood in the clay pot, which contained an extremely amazing power, but it was sealed.

"How can I obtain the divinity here?" Enzo asked again.

"It's very simple, break the seal and drink the blood of God inside." Puli said, "The clay pot that seals the divinity was left by my ancestors, so only people with the blood of followers of the God of Killing are qualified to open it. it!"

"At the same time, after the seal is lifted, you must drink the divinity inside immediately, otherwise the power will lose control and affect everything around you!"

"After the seal is lifted, do you have to drink divinity immediately?"

Enzo narrowed his eyes, a thoughtful expression appeared on his face, and said in deep thought: "In this case, please trouble Mr. Puli, please lift the seal on it and let me drink the divine blood in it."

"No problem." Pulli lowered his eyes and said solemnly.

Then, he took a deep breath, a solemn expression appeared on his face, his old arms floated above the clay pot, and he muttered something.

Suddenly, the incantation engraved on the surface of the clay pot shone with light.

The next moment, the pottery pot continued to tremble, and the crystal inlaid on the seal above began to develop fine cracks that continued to spread, eventually turning into crystals that shattered.

"Your Excellency Enzo, please drink the blood of God!" Puli said in a deep voice.

Enzo nodded slightly, his eyes flashing. After the seal was lifted, a powerful force emerged from the clay pot. A group of crimson liquid flowed continuously as if it had life, as if it wanted to break through the shackles of the clay pot.

Enzo no longer hesitated, opened his mouth and poured the divine blood into his mouth.

The strong breath and power flowed down the throat and into the abdomen. After drinking the blood of God, there was no resistance. Instead, it seemed very calm, just like a strange beast dormant in Enzo's body.

"Is this the end?" Enzo shook the clay pot.

The blood of God inside had been drunk, and Enzo didn't feel anything unusual. Puli on the other side was a little excited, but he suppressed it and kept a calm expression.

"Yes, Sir Enzo."

Puli nodded slowly and said solemnly, "The divinity of the God of Slaughter has remained in your body, but if you want to truly master this power, you still need to do some other things."

"What's the matter?" Enzo raised an eyebrow.

"Kill!"

"Killing?" Enzo narrowed his eyes.

"That's right, it's killing!" Puli raised the corners of his lips slightly and said slowly, "The god of killing holds the priesthood of [killing], and the divinity he left behind is also full of desire for killing."

"If you want to truly control divinity, Lord Enzo must kill!"

"Through constant killing, you can quickly improve your strength, and your divinity will gradually be transformed into a mark, integrating with Sir Enzo."

Puli tells of the divine purpose of killing.

Enzo stroked his chin, with a thoughtful expression on his face, and said, "You mean, the divinity of killing is like a locked treasure box. If you want to get the treasure inside, you must use killing as the key?" "

"That's right!" Puli nodded.

After drinking the blood of the God of Slaughter, the divinity has remained in Enzo's body, but this power cannot be used by him for the time being. Only through continuous killing can Enzo gradually master this divinity.

"The Forsaken Land is a paradise for undead creatures."

Immediately afterwards, Puli spoke again and suggested, ": If Sir Enzo wants to master the power of divinity as soon as possible, he can use the wasteland as a training ground and kill the wandering skeletons and zombies as the key to unlocking divinity!"

Enzo's eyes flashed and he nodded slightly.

Killing is the only way to master divinity, and the undead creatures wandering in the wasteland have become the best targets. There are huge numbers of skeletons and zombies, and they can be Enzo's prey.

"I'll head to the wasteland as soon as I can."

Enzo pondered for a moment and said, "But forget it now, the camp has just been attacked by the Snake Claw Clan. In order to prevent those monsters from returning, I plan to guard the camp for a while."

".That's okay." Puli hesitated.

Afterwards, Puli explained some more things about divinity, and then left Enzo's residence on the grounds of appeasing the tribe.

After Puli left, the corners of Enzo's lips raised and his eyes flickered slightly.

"Hmph! I won't believe your lies so easily." Enzo snorted, opened his mouth, and a crow slowly emerged from his mouth, its whole body made of dark blood, and fell into Enzo's palm.

The divinity of killing!

Knowing that Puli had evil intentions, Enzo naturally could not listen to the other party's words. Instead, in the process of drinking the divine blood, he wrapped the divine blood with the power of the Phantom Crow Thousand Spirits and turned into a divine crow. .

In this way, the divine blood drank was spit out.

On the same spot, Enzo looked at the palm of his hand. The crow condensed by the divine blood was constantly twisting and changing, and the divinity seemed to be out of control, struggling to break through the constraints of magic.

However, it is just a hint of divinity.

Under the restraints of the Phantom Crow Thousand Spirits, it gradually returned to calm. As Enzo thought, the divine crow immediately flew back into the body, but this power did not merge with him, but hibernated in a special way. .

"The divinity has been obtained, the next step is to control this power."

Enzo stroked his chin and thought, "According to Puli's story, the only way to master the power of divinity is through killing. If I want to verify this, it seems that I have no choice but to go to the wilderness."

Although Pulley had evil intentions, not all of what he told was a lie.

The power of divinity can only be mastered by killing. If Enzo wants to verify this, he can only go to the wilderness, but he is not in a hurry, because before that, he has more important things.

Abandoned place, wasteland.

Over the endless desolate land, the sky gradually ushered in dawn, and the faint light pierced the clouds and tore apart the darkness of the night.

Below, two figures are moving.

Several zombies around were attracted by the smell of blood and slowly walked towards it. But before they got close, they were hit by a venomous arrow in the head and fell to the ground hard.

"Hiss! Hold on, leader!"

Karu of the Snake Claw Tribe, his lower body has transformed into the form of a snake tail. He held the unconscious leader on his shoulders and swam quickly in the wasteland, saying, "We are about to return to the cave. The Black Snake God will definitely save you." s life."

Ahead, a dark cave loomed.

Karu's vertical pupils shone slightly, and he quickly swung his snake tail and got in. Relying on his familiarity with the environment, he quickly went deep into the cave.

Hiss!

In the dark cave, the screams of snakes kept coming. Karu responded to them while swallowing snake letters, while quickly reaching the depths of the cave.

"It's Karu, and the leader!"

"They're back."

"The leader is injured! What's going on? Where are the other clan members?"

Ahead, a place similar to an underground palace appeared. The stones inlaid on the rock wall gave off a faint light. Venomous snakes were entangled around it, and in the center was a giant black-scaled python.

"Great Lord Black Snake God, I'm back."

Karu put the leader aside, kneeled on the ground respectfully, and said hoarsely, "I failed to complete the task you assigned me, please punish me!"

In the center of the underground palace, the black python slowly opened its eyes.

The pair of dark vertical pupils shone with a strange luster. The black-scaled python looked at the unconscious leader of the Snake Claw clan and said in a hoarse voice.

"Are you hurt? My poor boy."

After saying that, the black-scaled python slowly crawled over, opened its mouth with intertwined fangs, and spit out a stream of purple venom, which turned into countless small snakes and landed on the leader of the Snakeclaw tribe, crawling like insects.

Those little snakes followed the wound and burrowed into the Snake Claw leader's abdomen.

In a moment, they had merged with flesh and blood and repaired the wounds. The leader of the Snake Claws also woke up leisurely and looked at the black giant python not far away, with a guilty sheen in his vertical pupils.

"I'm extremely sorry, great black snake god."

The leader of the Snakeclaw tribe turned over and prostrated on the ground, praying, "Paren has betrayed your trust, please punish me from the Black Snake God!"