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"Don't worry, my dear, I haven't conquered the last two cities and three castles for you. When all of them are conquered, there will naturally be a vigorous enthronement ceremony, and you will be a veritable queen by then. Similarly, we The wedding of the two will also be held on the same day. At that time, all the countries on this land will become the targets you and I hunt." Kerwin raised his glass and took a sip of mead, his eyes flickering Known as the ray of ambition.

"You'd better hurry up, I'm a little impatient to wait." The princess urged with a casual look on purpose.

"Of course! For a week at the most, I promise I'll wear the crown myself. Also, I'm looking forward to the night of the wedding."

After saying this suggestive sentence, Kerwin stood up and deliberately kept his eyes on the other party, his expression full of ambiguity and provocation.

However, just as he walked out of the tent, a knight who had just come over couldn't help but spit: "Bah! What kind of a guy is he! How dare he humiliate you in person! Your Highness, please give me a chance, I will Recruit an elite assassin and send him directly to hell."

"No! You don't understand! He is not as rude and stupid as he appears on the surface. I can guarantee that if you send someone to assassinate him, not only will he not be hurt, but he will be uprooted. Now we have to What I do is to endure, endure, and endure again until a suitable opportunity or a powerful alliance appears..."

Before the princess finished speaking, a servant ran in from outside in a panic, his eyes kept looking around, as if he was afraid that someone would see him.

"Parker! Why are you here? Didn't I tell you to keep an eye on the movement of the army outside?" The knight hurriedly asked loudly.

The young attendant quickly took out a sealed letter from his pocket, and explained in a low voice: "My lord, it's not that I disobeyed your order, but a mysterious person suddenly stuffed this letter into my pocket. His The movements were so subtle that I didn't have time to see his appearance clearly."

"letter?"

The princess hurriedly took it over and opened it, a look of joy immediately appeared on her face.

"Your Highness, what is written on it?" the knight asked curiously.

The princess quickly squeezed the letter into a ball and threw it into the brazier next to it, and responded calmly: "No, it's nothing, it's just a greeting from an old friend. Go ahead with your work first, I'm going to write a letter to this old friend now." reply letter."

"Well, if you need anything, please call at any time, I'm right outside."

The knight obviously realized that the monarch he was loyal to had something to hide from him, but he didn't dare to ask more questions, so he honestly chose to avoid it.

Seeing the two walk out of the tent, the princess breathed a sigh of relief, and murmured to herself: "I didn't expect it to be a letter written by Queen Velia! It seems that getting rid of Kerwin and devouring his power doesn't need to be done anymore." As originally planned, we have waited for more than ten or twenty years..."

Chapter 150 Evil Suggestions

Blood……

Dark red blood...

In the secret chamber underground of the temple, the woman is carefully cutting open the wrists of the six captives whose eyes are full of fear and despair, letting their blood flow slowly along the grooves on the ground, eventually forming a complex mysterious pattern.

No need to ask, she knew that she was using her fresh life to carry out the most primitive, cruel, and bloody sacrificial activities, just to awaken the God of Darkness as soon as possible.

As the war continued, she began to hear an unusually vague voice echoing in her mind.

Obviously, this sound is a strong sign that the God of Darkness is beginning to develop self-awareness and that Second Hurt is about to wake up.

After confirming this, the woman will take some captives to the most hidden corner of the temple every once in a while, and kill them to appease the violent divinity.

Of course, doing so is not without cost, almost every time she sacrifices, her hair will turn a lot of white, and it may not take long for her vitality to be exhausted.

But for her who fell into paranoia, there is nothing in this world that is more important than awakening the God of Darkness, even if she sacrifices her life for it.

Some people live not to enjoy a luxurious life, nor to pursue wealth and status, but for something called "ideal" and "obsession".

As the lucky one who has been shrouded in darkness since childhood, or blessed in other words, in her dreams, she longs to see the embodiment of darkness with her own eyes, that is, the gods born from darkness.

Now, in order to achieve this goal, she not only put aside the past, but also risked her future.

Watching the blood of the six prisoners die little by little, the expression on the woman's face was full of piety and fanaticism, and she prayed to the small statue placed in the shrine with a voice that only she could hear: "The great darkness God, I dedicate the blood, life and soul of these mortals to you, and I hope you can come soon."

"Hehe, do you think this kind of scattered sacrifice can stimulate divinity and awaken a god from chaos?"

Accompanied by a familiar voice, Zhang Cheng suddenly stepped through the portal and appeared in the basement exuding a pungent bloody smell.

"It's you?!" The woman's pupils shrank suddenly.

Zhang Cheng smiled and nodded: "That's right! I can feel the boiling divine power and the increasingly clear dark power. The god you serve is awakening. If there is no accident, it will take another ten or twenty years." , he will break away from chaos and appear in the world as a true god. Unfortunately, I can't wait that long, and you can't wait that long, why don't we speed up a little?"

"How do you know I can't wait that long?" The woman asked with a sneer.

"Don't put on airs in front of me. You know your own body best. Although the holy sword has strengthened your body, your soul is deteriorating due to the constant erosion of divine power. At most five years, you will die because you can't bear the divine power. Crash. Of course, you still have a one-in-a-thousand chance to transform yourself into a holy spirit at the moment of collapse." Zhang Cheng broke through the opponent's disguise with a half-smile.

"Hmph! A guy like you who has no faith will never understand what kind of miracles a voter with a pious belief can create." The woman didn't become angry after being exposed, but just said a sentence of irony without pain.

Because she understood that she had nothing to do with the man in front of her for the time being, and she was not even sure if the powerful holy sword would obey her will if she did.

"Hehe, maybe. Why, don't you want to hear my advice? You know that although this method is full of dangers, it can also bring great benefits if it succeeds. Remember, divinity is a need Blood and souls are used to soothe things that thrive. If you want the god you serve to awaken quickly, follow the content of this letter. Don’t forget, you and your church don’t have enough time, wait for those After the ambitious guy completes the established strategy, he will [-]% turn around and deal with you. At that time, you will be the target of public criticism and accept the malice from the whole world..."

After saying this, Zhang Cheng left an envelope on the table, and then disappeared without a trace.

The woman stared at the place where the other party stood just now for a full 10 minutes before carefully opening the envelope.

In the end, after only reading two lines, I couldn't help but tremble all over, obviously frightened by the content inside.

You must know that she dared to spread the plague in a densely populated city, killing tens of thousands of innocent civilians, and the bustling city became a ghost in a short time.

But now, even an unscrupulous person like her can't help but feel fear, which shows how shocking the contents are.

I don't know how long it took...

Maybe it's a few minutes, maybe it's a few hours...

She finally let her tense nerves relax, squinted her eyes and said sarcastically: "Contribute a city, and then sacrifice all the residents in it? Thank you for thinking of it! If I do this, I'm afraid the Church of Darkness will immediately Labeled evil, you can never take it off. No, I won't let you get what you want."

The voice just fell!

The closed basement door was knocked suddenly, and a nervous and hasty voice came in through the crack of the door: "Female...ma'am! It's not good! That tyrant! He...he led the army back! According to the spies' report, at most In two days, he'll be here and attack us."

"What?!" The woman's complexion suddenly changed.

She's no fool to realize right away that she doesn't seem to have had a choice in the first place.

It was impossible for Kerwin's army of monsters and steel puppets to be defeated by a group of improvised mobs.

Two days was just enough time for the church to concentrate its forces to capture the small towns around the base, and then complete the cruel and bloody sacrifice ceremony.

Either awaken the God of Darkness, or be crushed by the oncoming army...

There were nothing more than these two roads before her eyes.

For a while, the woman was caught in a dilemma.

Fortunately, indecision has never been her character. After careful consideration, she immediately ordered to the people outside the door: "Go and gather all believers who can afford weapons! We will set off in an hour, give up defending this city, and attack the nearby Macka Town."

"Go... attack?" The people outside the door were obviously stupid, and couldn't believe that the church leader would make such an incredible decision.

Do not ask!Hurry up and do it!This is our last chance to turn defeat into victory!For the God of Darkness, each of our believers must make a sacrifice, a great sacrifice..."

"Understood! I'll go right away!"