Journey to the witch world

In this case, Ramamu, the eldest member of the tribe, temporarily stepped in to maintain order.

The drastic changes that have taken place in the world have made all the War Ghost tribes panic. This year's black fog season has clearly not ended yet, but the fog that filled the plains suddenly disappeared. No one can give an explanation for everything abnormal.

Under the leadership of Ramamu, the Gaussian tribe could only seek guidance from the great blood-killing god through blood sacrifices.

However, over the course of a few months.

The Gaussian tribe conducted blood sacrifices four times, but received no response. It seemed as if the blood-killing god had abandoned his people, which undoubtedly made the Gaussians even more frightened.

"That's enough! Shut up!"

Suddenly, Lamam paused the bone staff in his hand toward the ground, and then said loudly: "The great blood-killing god will never abandon his people. Everyone in the Gaussian tribe must maintain their faith!"

"If anyone questions the great god again, then I will expel the blasphemer from the tribe in the name of the Gaussian ancestors!"

Following Ramamu's words, the surroundings fell into silence.

The war ghosts of the Gaussian tribe still have doubts and fears, but no one dares to show it at this moment and can only pray silently.

…

Solu plain, Tatar tribe.

Compared with the depressive atmosphere of the Gaussian tribe, the Tatar tribe is also panic-stricken. As the leader, Drogo prayed to the blood-killing god several times, but he received no response.

Inside the tribe, there is a stone house.

In the dark room, Drogo walked up and down on the floor, a trace of unease appeared on his resolute face, and a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open.

Drogo quickly turned around and looked over, seeing the blood warrior who was lame on one leg, and Karu walked in cautiously.

"How's it going? How's the information gathering going?"

Drogo quickly took a few steps forward and asked Karu.

Karu shook his head, his expression gloomy.

"People from our tribe have gone to the major tribes in the plains to inquire. All tribes have lost contact with the blood-killing god, even the Gaussians!"

"What? Even the Gaussian tribe..."

Drogo was shocked, and an extremely solemn glow appeared on his face. As the ruler of the Solu Plain, the Gaussian Tribe has the most complete god-given stone tablet in the entire plain, and is the tribe with the best chance of communicating with the God of Blood Slayer.

But now, even they have lost contact with the blood-killing god.

'Could it be that...the God of Blood Killing has already...'

Drogo quickly suppressed the blasphemous thought, but the thought grew like a weed in his heart.

"It is no longer possible to contact the blood-killing god in Solu Plains."

On the opposite side, Karu's face was also extremely pale, and he seemed to be in some kind of fear, and said in a trembling voice: "The warriors in the tribe have gone outside the plain to see if the tribes in other areas have received the guidance of the blood-killing god."

"If not..."

Kalu did not continue what he said. It was already a blasphemy to the gods. It was something that every war ghost clan was unwilling to do. As a race created by the blood-killing god, they must maintain absolute respect for the gods.

Where he stood, Drogo fell silent.

After a while, he raised his head and asked hesitantly, "So... how is the situation over there?"

Karu lowered his head, knowing who Drogo was talking about.

"Ever since he killed O'Callen in the Gaussian tribe, the 'apostle' has been hiding in his room and not allowing anyone to get close."

Karu whispered, with a hint of fear in his tone.

During the Black Mist Season last year, the Bloodkilling God issued an oracle, declaring that Enzo was his apostle and that the entire Tatar tribe must obey his command. However, everything that has happened in recent times has made the Tatar tribe somewhat I don’t know how to face this apostle.

The methods Enzo used in the Gaussian tribe were exactly the same as those of the evil aliens.

But after all, he has never done anything to harm the Tatar tribe. Instead, he has been protecting the tribe in recent times. Except for occasionally paying attention to the pregnant Wendy, he has been hiding in that stone house almost all the time.

"Great blood-killing god! What's wrong with you?"

Drogo couldn't help but murmur, losing contact with the blood-killing god, which made all the war ghost tribes become panicked. After the end of the black mist season last year, the world became more and more abnormal.

It's like...the original rules have been subverted.

In the past, when the black mist season of the year ended and the world ushered in the recovery season, the power of the blood-killing god would regain control of the earth. He would immediately give the world various orders, but this year there is no news at all. No.

It seems that the harvest season is coming.

Drogo was even a little unsure whether to hold a celebration this year. According to the tradition of the War Ghost Clan, the celebration before the harvest hunt was to obtain the power and aura given by the God of Blood Killing. However, the God of Blood Killing lost contact, so naturally It is impossible to give anything.

"Continue to observe Enzo and report to me if there is any situation."

Later, Drogo said in a deep voice that since losing contact with the God of Blood Killing, Drogo had some doubts about Enzo's attitude, but he did not dare to make any rash moves.

The reason is also very simple, Enzo is very strong.

Regardless of whether he was an evil alien or not, Drogo could not face the ability to easily kill the Furious Warrior O'Callen. He knew very well that as long as he made any move, he would be easily killed.

Therefore, Drogo could only order people to observe secretly.

Fortunately, his actions did not attract Enzo's attention, and the other party was not aware of the surveillance at all.

Uh... maybe.

As the conversation between Drogo and Karu ended, a crow gathered by shadows in the dark corner of the room quietly turned into smoke and disappeared.

…

On the other side of the Tatar tribe.

In the stone room arranged as a laboratory, Enzo was standing attentively in front of a huge test bench, refining the potion in an orderly manner with his hands, and a series of processes were carried out smoothly.

Suddenly, Enzo's heart moved.

Everything that the shadow crow had explored had already appeared in his mind. Enzo couldn't help but chuckle and shook his head helplessly.

Enzo was already aware of Drogo's surveillance from the beginning.

The other party thought it was perfect, but they really underestimated the wizard's methods. The monitoring of the Tatar tribe was extremely inferior. After Enzo was promoted to a third-level wizard, his mental power could be extended to the entire tribe.

"Forget it, leave them alone."

Enzo shook his head and ignored Drogo and others. The Tatar tribe was just a small tribe. The most powerful leader was only a first-level life form and could not pose any threat to him at all.

So don't worry about it at all.

Enzo's recent energy has been entirely spent on experiments. Wendy's delivery date is getting closer and closer, and his plan is almost ready and can be implemented today.

"Hopefully everything goes well."

Enzo murmured to himself and took a deep breath. Even after countless simulation experiments on the chip, he still felt a little nervous as a third-level wizard when it came to the life and death of his bloodline.

Afterwards, Enzo put away a series of finished potions in the laboratory.

Turning around and leaving the laboratory, Enzo came to the center of the Tatar tribe. The square where the god-given stone monument was supposed to stand had been transformed into a courtyard, with dozens of evil ghosts standing guard like soldiers, vigilantly.

Under Enzo's orders, no one is allowed to come near this place.

Walking straight into the courtyard, Enzo came to a hall. There was a huge stone bed in the spacious space. Wendy, with a belly as big as a drum, was lying on it and sleeping, and beside her were some Tatar tribe women waiting on her.

"How's Wendy?"

Enzo took a step forward and asked the maid next to him. The women of the Tatar tribe in the courtyard are all controlled by hypnotic runes, so they are absolutely safe.

"I just took the potion and am falling asleep now."

Next to the huge stone bed, the indigenous maid replied that since discovering that Wendy was pregnant with her own blood, Enzo ordered his evil ghost tribe to build this courtyard in the central square. With the help of witchcraft, it was quickly built. Finish.

Since then, Wendy has been raising her baby here peacefully.

As time passed by, Wendy's abdomen grew larger and larger. Relying on the precious potions supplied by Enzo every day, the fetus in her belly barely maintained a trace of vitality, but it was still in a very weak state.

This is also to be expected.

As a mother, Wendy was too weak to provide enough nutrition for the fetus and could only rely on magic potion supply. However, the fusion of the powerful wizard bloodline and the indigenous woman caused the fetus to remain in an abnormal state.

"Chip, scan!"

Enzo frowned and ordered in his mind. As a faint blue light appeared in his eyes, the fetus in Wendy's abdomen also appeared in his field of vision.

He was a cute boy, but very weak.

The vitality is like a candle in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time. Even if a large amount of precious potions provide nutrition, it still cannot change the situation. If no accident occurs, the fetus will inevitably die during the mother's delivery.

"The curse of magic..."

Enzo murmured to himself, his face a little solemn. It was not so much the curse of magic, but the multiverse. For the shackles of powerful life, it is always a difficult thing for wizards to obtain healthy offspring.

"It seems that we can only proceed as planned!"

On the spot, Enzo took a deep breath, with a solemn look in his eyes, waved to the indigenous maids in the room to leave, and then began to set up the barrier.

Runes were carved on the surrounding walls.

The crystal stones that had long been inlaid on the ceiling were ignited under the guidance of magic power. The stimulation of the falling light made Wendy wake up faintly on the stone bed, and a trace of confusion appeared on her pale face.

"The baby...is about to be born?"

There was an inexplicable expression on Wendy's face. During the period of time when she was raising her fetus in the courtyard, she vaguely understood Enzo's identity, so she knew that the child in her belly was very weak. If she wanted to let him survive, she must obey Enzo's arrangement.

Motherhood makes Wendy strong.

Even though the fear in her heart almost spread, she still gritted her teeth and persisted. For the birth of her child, Wendy was willing to pay the price of her life.

"Don't worry, Wendy."

A smile appeared on Enzo's face and he comforted, "As long as I'm here, nothing will happen to you and your child."

Wendy nodded obediently, and then slowly closed her eyes.

Then, Enzo's eyes flashed, and under the influence of the hypnotic runes, Wendy fell into a deep sleep. He stepped forward and lifted the animal skin quilt covering Wendy's body, revealing her round belly.

Inside, a fetus is gestating!

"call--"

Enzo took a deep breath again. In the decades since he embarked on the wizard's journey, he seemed to have not felt this nervous feeling for a long time. The weak little life in Wendy's belly was his first blood descendant. .

Therefore, Enzo must ensure that he survives.

Even considering the failure rate of his plan, Enzo arranged another barrier in the room to ensure that even if Wendy and the child died during the delivery process, their souls could be preserved.

"It's time to start!"

Enzo's eyes gradually became firm, and he took out a few special potions and fed them to the sleeping Wendy. Then he released the magic power in his body and ignited the runes prepared in the room.

Special energy suddenly spread around.

Then, with a thought in Enzo's mind, it seemed as if some kind of seal had been released. His chest and abdomen began to churn instantly, and each tentacle twisted and struggled wildly toward the outside of the body.

"The art of sealing!"

Feeling the pain coming from his body, Enzo showed no expression as he took out the talisman he had prepared in advance from the space ring and began to release the sealing technique.

This witchcraft has no levels.

Even, strictly speaking, this does not belong to arcane witchcraft, but a witchcraft method that uses auxiliary materials and a large amount of knowledge, and exists specifically to seal powerful creatures.

"vomit!!"

Suddenly, Enzo retched, and under conscious control, tentacles stretched out from his mouth. The scene was abnormally distorted, and thick black mist spurted out.

The next moment, the tentacle's body also came out.

It was an extremely weird creature with an extremely twisted shape. Its body was as bloated as an octopus, but it had countless eyes, and purple feathers grew out of its spine, forming two crow wings.

In place, Enzo chanted a spell in a low voice.

Syllables were spat out from his mouth one after another, as if there was some special rhythm. The twisted creature emerged from the mouth, waving its tentacles crazily, but under the suppression of the invisible magic power around it, it could only be restrained in place.

"Don't even think about...sealing me again!!"

A sharp and harsh sound came from the monster's mouth, and the tentacles with teeth were waving wildly, but on his spine, the two purple wings quickly folded in, as if to suppress his own evil thoughts.

"The next step is the art of reincarnation!"

The first step had been successfully completed. Enzo was relieved. Then he released his magic power again, controlled the runes arranged in advance in the room, released the reincarnation technique, and forcibly controlled the twisted monster in mid-air.