Journey to the witch world

In the same place, the blood-killing god Sayenu remained silent.

The war between gods in ancient times ended, and cracks appeared in the world. Therefore, the two indigenous gods saw the vastness of the multiverse, and the God of Disaster directly entered the wizarding world.

"The rules of world balance exist, and I really can't kill you."

After a long while, the God of Disaster spoke quietly and said, "But if you are deprived of all your divine power, what is the difference between you and death?"

"Don't worry, the blood-killing god will not disappear."

"It's just that this authority needs to be held by another person..."

After that, the God of Disaster waved his hand, and the remaining thirty or so evil beast kings brazenly launched a suicide attack on Sayenu. In the dark sea of ​​trees, the diffuse black mist seemed to boil at this moment. As usual, the flames transformed by the crimson divine power were actually suppressed.

A sea of ​​dark red trees was once again shrouded in darkness.

Saya, who was controlled by the God of Disaster, also dragged the broken sword and rushed towards the father-like God of Blood Killing. His eyes were vaguely shining with resistance, but he could not break free from the control that he had held for thousands of years.

"Come, endless mist!"

On the spot, the God of Disaster let out a cry, waving the tentacles on his face, and the eyes on the surface closed one after another. In the sky shrouded in darkness, huge eyes appeared one after another.

Wow!

At the same time, in the dark sea of ​​trees, black trees, driven by the power of disaster, seemed to come to life, twisting and attacking Sayenu, with branches like demon claws coming from all over the sky.

"snort!"

Sayenu snorted coldly, and the crimson divine power exploded again. Thin red lines vaguely appeared from his arms. The divine power turned into flames and burned, dispersing the black mist that invaded the surroundings.

Immediately afterwards, Sayenu suddenly waved the red giant sword.

A giant digger evil beast king was cut in half by the crimson sword energy. The bloated and broken body struggled on the ground, but soon became motionless and turned into rotting flesh and black mist.

Not far away, the God of Disaster looked coldly.

For everything today, he had prepared a few years ago. As long as he could overthrow the rule of the blood-killing god, it would be worth paying any price. The king of nearly a hundred evil beasts in the dark sea of ​​trees, even though he has been the king for thousands of years The power accumulated by Black Mist Season is now used as cannon fodder.

"Go, my children!"

The God of Disaster murmured to himself and said hoarsely, "As long as Sayenu's divine power can be consumed, your sacrifice will not be in vain. When I become the sole ruler of this world, you will all be resurrected again."

…

On the other side, there is a sea of ​​dark trees.

The fiery red sky, which was originally reflected by the crimson divine power, suddenly fell into darkness at the last moment, and the thin mist around it surged again, as if suppressing everything again, becoming the main theme of the dark sea of ​​trees.

"it's dark?"

On the same spot, Enzo frowned slightly, with a trace of solemnity on his face. The changes in the dark sea of ​​trees seemed to symbolize the confrontation between the God of Blood Slayer and the God of Disaster. The mist shrouded the earth, which obviously meant that the God of Disaster had the upper hand. .

"It seems...the God of Disaster still has a trump card!"

Enzo sighed in his heart. As the only two indigenous gods in the world, no matter what he thought, it was impossible for the God of Disaster to have no trump card. Enzo was mentally prepared for what was happening now.

While thinking, Enzo quickened his pace.

No matter what the direction of this divine war is, it will not be a bad thing for Enzo. Unless the God of Blood-killing is defeated by the God of Disaster and does not cause any harm to the opponent, then Enzo may have no choice but to Ran away.

And to prevent this from happening.

Enzo must join the God War as soon as possible and give the Blood-Killer God some help so that he can become the 'winner' in this God War.

…

Deep in the dark sea of ​​trees.

The crimson divine power and the black mist were colliding fiercely, and harsh and sharp roars continued to sound. Every time Sayenu waved the crimson giant sword, an evil beast king would fall.

However, even after killing the king of evil beasts one after another, Sayenu's eyes became increasingly gloomy, and his chest even began to rise and fall violently, showing the rapid consumption of his divine power.

Bang!

A punch suddenly flew out, knocking Saya away.

On the spot, Sayenu's face was gloomy and looked a little embarrassed. The grimace mask on his face was broken, revealing half of his resolute face. A pair of fiery red wings were dripping with blood on his back and hung down feebly.

Above the dark sky, a pair of single eyes stared down.

Not far away, the God of Disaster has transformed into his true form. His huge body is waving ferocious tentacles. There are only twelve kings of evil beasts under his command, but the eyes of the God of Disaster are full of... Glossy with excitement.

Because the blood-killing god has begun to weaken.

The crimson divine power lost its initial ferocity, and the blood-killing god's condition was obviously deteriorating. As the god of disaster joined the battle, injuries even appeared on Sayenu's body.

"If you continue like this, how long can you hold on?"

In mid-air, the huge body of the God of Disaster floated slowly. Tentacles full of teeth were constantly swallowing the power of the black mist. The one-eyed eyes in the sky were staring down.

"If you have any trump cards, use them as soon as possible."

The God of Disaster spoke quietly. Even though the situation was currently under his control, the God of Disaster would not be so stupid as to think that the God of Blood-killing had no trump cards, so he dared to choose to start a war with him in the sea of ​​dark trees.

Opposite him, Sayenu's eyes were cold.

As the initiator of this divine war, he naturally could not be unprepared, but since it was used as a trump card, it was supposed to be used at the last moment, but now facing the pressure of the God of Disaster, he could only use it in advance.

"call--"

On the spot, Sayenu stood up straight, exhaled slowly, a cold luster flashed in his eyes, then took out a red crystal from his arms, hesitated and then crushed it with force.

"That's the only way it can be!" Sayenu's face was gloomy.

The price paid for using this trump card was something Sayenu was not willing to bear. He originally thought he was invincible, and even from the beginning, he did not intend to use this trump card until he understood the power of the God of Disaster Brahmana. plan.

If he doesn't reveal his trump card, Sayenu is likely to perish!

As the red crystal shattered, a blood-red light rose into the sky in an instant, and then turned into threads like a shooting star, streaking towards all parts of the world.

"Is this your trump card?" The God of Disaster waved his tentacles.

After the red crystal was broken, it did not emit too much power, but it seemed to be some kind of signal that was conveyed to every War Ghost tribe around the world.

…

Solu Plains.

Within the Gaussian tribe, which occupies the richest resource area in the plain, all the blood warriors appeared in the square. Looking at the red thread streaking across the sky, the leader of the Furious Warrior O'Kalun's breathing suddenly became rapid.

"This is..." O'Callen's face turned pale.

In the central square of the Gaussian tribe, under the huge god-given stone monument, in an unknown underground palace, a burly old man sitting alone on a beast bone throne with a bone pendant hanging around his neck slowly raised his head head.

"Has the day finally come?"

The burly old man murmured to himself, with a trace of loneliness on his face. His originally cloudy eyes were slowly covered with blood red, and his self-will gradually disappeared. He stood up like a puppet and walked out of the dark underground palace.

Third level life form, tyrant!

In the training system of the Zhangui Clan, first-level beings are called red-striped warriors, second-level beings are called furious warriors, and third-level beings are called tyrants.

Every tyrant is a puppet of God!

When the blood-killing god needs them, they will be deprived of their own will and become part of the blood-killing god. This is the fate of every tyrant, and it can also be seen as a curse.

In the Gaussian tribe, a burly old man walked out of the underground palace.

Like a walking corpse, he came under the God-given Stone Tablet. With a high-pitched cry, his burly body exploded and turned into crimson blood mist, blending into the God-given Stone Tablet.

In an instant, a red light shot into the sky.

…

The world of war ghosts, Goluner Valley.

A majestic and solid city wall forms a fortress at the entrance of the valley. The Kingdom of Gorun, formed by hundreds of war ghost tribes, is located in this vast valley.

War ghosts generally exist in the form of tribes.

But if a certain tribe becomes strong through continuous conquest and has a population exceeding millions, then this tribe will be qualified to become a kingdom, just like the Kingdom of Goron.

The Kingdom of Golun, with five million people, is one of the thirty-seven kingdoms in the War Ghost World. As the king, Golun is already 400 years old. In his early years, he conquered a large territory in North and South wars. .

Goron Kingdom, inside the palace.

On the throne made of gold, the old Goron was enjoying the service of a female slave. But as a red light flashed across the sky, an indescribable expression suddenly appeared on his old face.

Gradually, his eyes lost their luster.

The tyrant who single-handedly brought down the Kingdom of Goron, roughly pushed away the female slaves serving around him, and came to the deepest part of the palace like a zombie, under a huge god-given stone tablet.

Like the tyrant of the Gaussian tribe, Golun'er's body also exploded in an instant.

The crimson blood mist blended into the god-given stone tablet, and seemed to turn into a red light that shot straight into the sky. The ministers of the Kingdom of Golun who rushed around looked at the scene that happened in front of them in amazement, and seemed a little at a loss.

…

At the same time, ghosts are fighting all over the world.

Similar things are happening constantly. After the blood-killing god of the dark sea of ​​trees crushed the red crystal, it seemed that some kind of restriction was triggered, and every third-level life form of the ghost clan lost its own will.

Like puppets, the tyrants came to commit suicide under the god-given stone monument.

The power of the third-level life form was projected into the sky through the god-given stone tablet, and then gathered into a majestic crimson divine power, flowing directly into the dark sea of ​​trees, breaking through the restrictions of the rules, and pouring into Sayenu's body.

…

Deep in the dark sea of ​​trees.

The crimson divine power soared from the sky and landed on Sayenu. The majestic divine power caused the blood-killing god to let out a high-pitched roar, spreading around like a wave of burning flames.

In an instant, the three-headed evil beast king turned into ashes.

At the same time, crimson divine power, like a sharp sword, rushed straight into the sky. In the dark sky, each eyeball screamed sharply, and then flowed out black mist-like liquid, slowly closing.

"Is this... your trump card?"

The God of Disaster retreated toward the rear, waving his tentacles to release the power of the black mist to offset the erosion of the crimson divine power. Fanmo let out a strange laugh and said, "Use the life of the blood descendants to transform into divine power to supplement yourself. Is this what you, Sayenu, do?”

On the huge body of the God of Disaster, every eyeball showed a playful luster, and said sarcastically: "It's so ridiculous. The War Ghost Clan regards you as a father god, but you regard them as blood food. Such What's the difference between means and an evil god like me?"

In the same place, Sayenu said nothing, digesting the divine power pouring into his body.

At the cost of fifty-six's tyrant's life, the divine power obtained from the blood sacrifice instantly restored the blood-killing god's state to its peak. Although this divine power was consumed by the rules of the dark sea of ​​trees during the process of infusing it into the body, Almost half of the divine power was lost, but it was enough.

As the God of Disaster said, this is the trump card of the God of Bloodkiller.

Sayenu uses blood-killing as its power, and its biggest method is to use and control blood and life. It has been running the world of war ghosts for thousands of years. The footprints of the war ghost clan have traveled all over the world, except for the dark sea of ​​trees.

Every war ghost clan can become Sayeru's blood food.

By devouring the lives of the war ghosts, this power can be converted into divine power. Sayenu has almost inexhaustible divine power. Although he is in the dark sea of ​​trees at the moment, ordinary war ghosts cannot make blood sacrifices, but those tyrants are not among them. .

"It's no use talking more, Brahma!"

On the spot, Sayenu slowly opened his eyes. A pair of blood-red wings regained their luster under the infusion of crimson divine power. The blood-killing god glanced at the remaining evil beast king and said coldly.

"The battle between you and me has just begun!"

"That's right, Sayenu!"

The God of Disaster let out a wanton laugh and roared, "Originally, those kings of evil beasts were just to consume your divine power. I am not stupid enough to really think that I can kill you with them."

"Next, it's our turn!"

The real divine war is about to break out. The tentative confrontation before has been declared over. The blood-killing god used his trump card and sacrificed the tyrant of all the third-level life forms of the war ghost clan, and the king of evil beasts under the god of disaster There is not much left.

"I'll have fun with you!"

The God of Disaster let out a ferocious laugh and said: "After today's events are over, no matter what the outcome is, your war ghost tribe will suffer the disaster of annihilation and lose the protection of the tyrants. I will see how those tribes can resist the evil forces." The king’s attack.”

There is not much left of the evil beast king, and the tyrant has sacrificed all his blood.

In the hands of the God of Disaster, there are still ten evil kings that have not been used. This power is enough to sweep the entire war ghost clan.