I became the ancestor of the blood clan

At this moment, the dark priest in the center began to chant obscure and long incantations in a low voice.

"ol...rf...cq...f...xy...rv..."

Abyssal blasphemy.

Unsteady human beings will fall into mental hallucinations after hearing the abyssal blasphemy, and will eventually be frightened to death by the terrifying hallucinations.

Such an evil language can only be used by demons from the abyss and believers of evil gods, the most evil language.

After the black-robed priest finished chanting the spell, the air slowly fell into an unspeakable solemnity.

No one made a sound in the entire church, everyone was staring at the altar ahead, only the sound of hunting flags came from outside the church.

Just when the priest in the center was extremely disappointed and was about to get up, an indescribable terrifying coercion appeared.

The lights in the dimly lit church were even dimmed at this moment, and the light could no longer reach the altar.

Above the altar, a icy vision from the shadows and darkness made everyone surrounded by fear.

It seems that there is an indescribable terrifying existence watching here.

The gaze from the abyss.

Fear rose in everyone's hearts.

When the scarred human being panicked in the church, it turned into ashes inch by inch on the altar.

Just like burnt wood, it disappears without a trace when it is blown by the wind.

Horror and cruelty, everyone lowered their heads and did not dare to look directly at it, only the black-robed priest in the center was very excited.

Great god of tyranny, your humble believer has finally got your gaze, praise you!

After the sacrifice disappeared, the majestic gaze swept around the church. Everyone felt cold when they were watched, and their legs were unconsciously limp, as if a giant dragon opened its bloody mouth in front of them.

After scanning around, his eyes stopped on the priest in the center.

brush~

A cloud of energy that was as dark as thick smoke was constantly rolling up from the altar.

Before everyone had time to react, they entered the body of the black-robed priest in the center.

At the same time, that cold gaze disappeared.

Everyone in the church surfaced as if they had drowned, and began to breathe heavily, with panic in their eyes.

The cloaked priest suddenly opened his eyes wide at this moment, and his hoarse voice was full of surprise.

"I have become level 15!! Praise the God of Tyranny!!"

When the surrounding crowd heard this, they immediately looked at him enviously.

This is the second level 15 of the Evening Bell Church, they are about to rise! !

They will definitely spread the glory of the tyrannical god to Green City! !

Those hypocritical main gods, those hateful heretics, will definitely turn into ashes under the light of my god.

They just felt the power of the gods, but now they are full of confidence.

No one can resist under the majesty of the tyrannical god, who is the only eternal existence!

Stanley stood up, feeling the explosive power in his body, and his blood was boiling.

He finally stepped into level 15! !

Praise the god of tyranny! !

Shadow's eyes hidden in the cloak are gloomy and bloodthirsty. The Evening Bell Church will rise eventually, and the God of Tyranny is the real god! !

A ritual hidden in the shadows was completed quietly without anyone noticing.

Green City had another level 15 existence without everyone knowing.

"Master Stanley, the bishop invites you to go over..."

After the sacrificial ceremony, a priest who was also hidden under the cloak came to Stanley and said in a respectful tone.

Stanley nodded, turned his head to glance at the crowd around him, and said calmly.

"Hide the church well after leaving, and don't expose anyone when the Evening Bell Church has no public identity.

Ragnarok is coming.

Only the gods of the endless abyss are the masters of this world! "

"Of course, Lord Stanley." The priests below all bowed their chests, and the excited expressions on their faces seemed to have reached the ideal of lifelong struggle.

Stanley's dark eyes flashed a bit of blue cold light under the cloak, and he turned around which pastor had just left, leaving only the believers who were cleaning up the traces.

The West End is a slum in Green City. More than 60 poor people live in this narrow urban area.

Crime, violence, gambling, sex, this land is a paradise for crime.

There are new corpses floating in the sewer every day. Some of these corpses may have died of murder, or sacrificed by evil gods, or died by the evil spell of a certain necromancer. No one can say the cause of their death clearly. .

This is a sinful land that even the evil gods cheer for.

The nobles of Green City don't seem to care about this piece of land. The city lord once sent troops to clean up this area, but it will return to its original state soon after cleaning.

Sin has taken root here, and this land is rotten to the bone.

Because of this, the chaotic and evil southern area has become the first choice of countless underground forces.

Believers of evil gods, gangs of gangs, exiled criminals, hunted heretics, and all the evils that ordinary people can imagine will exist here.

After Stanley followed and led the passers-by out of the church, they walked through the darkness. The cold moonlight seemed to be much dimmer when it shone on this land.

The densely packed trails are like twine, with no end to be found and no end to be found.

They even witnessed a brutal murder when they passed by a small road, but they ignored it.

Half a day later, in front of a luxurious manor, the guide who was also hidden under the cloak and couldn't see his face stopped.

"Lord Stanley, the bishop is inside, please."

Chapter 156 We want to get the artifact, no matter what the price! (plus more)

Stanley glanced at the castle-like manor built with thick bluestone walls in front of him, nodded slightly, and thoughtful eyes flashed in his Youyou eyes.

Even the crime-ridden slums are not without wealthy businessmen. In fact, the annual wealth generated in this crime-ridden land is not inferior to that of several other urban areas.

It's just that most people have lives to make money, but Jin Puchoke has no life to spend.

After seeing Stanley and the guide, a team of guards in dwarven full armor immediately opened the gate of the manor where the molten iron was poured, and invited the two inside.

"Good night, Master Nathan, welcome to come"

The guide nodded, but did not speak. After a little gesture, the two guards next to him immediately stepped forward to lead the way.

Stanley watched all this silently, his eyes in the shadows were as sharp as a falcon.

The vast manor looks like a palace, in stark contrast to the dilapidated slums outside.

Rare and rare underground plants, magic fountains spraying water, angel statues crafted by elves, and various luxurious buildings can be seen everywhere.

Compared with the outside, this place looks like a dense and peaceful kingdom of gods. I'm afraid no one can imagine that this place is on the same land as the city full of crimes outside.

Not long after, Stanley and the guide came to the main hall.

After the two guards pushed open the door of the main hall carved with angel reliefs, they turned and left.

Stanley followed the guide into the house. The guide turned and retreated to the corner the moment he entered the house. He was not qualified to exist here.

A translucent and luxurious hall illuminated by magic lights appeared in front of Stanley, and his face hidden in the shadows under his cloak was also faintly visible at this time.

He was in his early forties, with a standard Nolan face, hooked nose, blue eyes, freckles on his face, and a long scar in the middle that made his face indescribably terrifying.

But the most eye-catching thing is the coldness in those blue eyes, like a poisonous snake, which may launch a fatal attack at any time.

A dozen or so figures in the room turned their heads to look at him in unison, some of them showed their true colors, and some of them were mysterious people hidden under the cloak.

Stanley narrowed his eyes slightly. This was not the first time he had come to this kind of banquet, but it was the first time he had come to attend after becoming level 15.

In the past, these seemingly ordinary participants, but now the aura exuded made him feel a wave of shock.

Apart from a few normal humans, the one on the left with eight arms and a snake-like lower body posed the greatest threat to him.

Abyssal creature, eight-armed snake demon, level 16.The fighting power of this abyssal creature is extremely powerful, even if he becomes a level 15 Stanley, he never wants to become an enemy with the opponent.

Seeing Stanley's staring gaze, the eight-armed snake demon narrowed its slender green eyes slightly, spit out a long snake letter, and hung a cold arc at the corner of its mouth.

Stanley quickly retracted his gaze and moved him to the side.

The mage next to the Eight-armed Snake Demon exuded an aura of decay and death, and his face was pale, which also made him frown.

Necromancer, level 14.

Although the level has not reached level 15, this extremely evil existence poses no less threat to him than the level 16 eight-armed snake demon.

In addition, the aura emitted by several people who did not reveal their true colors also made him feel frightened.

It wasn't until he reached level 15 that he discovered the terror in the shadow of Green City.

The largest city in the South is indeed not as simple as it appears on the surface.

And the crime-ridden land in the Southern District is not so easy to see through on the bright side.

"Good night, Lord Stanley"

An old man in his early sixties, with gray hair and a black tuxedo, was sitting on the main seat and gave a noble salute to Stanley politely.

"Good night, Viscount Bernard, it's an honor to come to your residence as a guest."

Stanley showed enough respect by holding his chest in return.

This is the owner of this manor, Viscount Bernard. No one knows what this old man's last name is, but everyone calls him that.

As for Viscount Bernard's strength, being able to sit on the throne among so many terrifying existences is enough to explain everything.

Stanley turned back and took off the cloak covering his face.

Suddenly, his face clearly appeared in the eyes of everyone in the room.

The tall aquiline nose, narrow and thin cheeks, and the scar running down from his forehead, combined with those gloomy eyes, made people feel creepy and hideous.

However, none of the people present here are pure teenagers, and there is no slight change on their faces.

Viscount Bernard smiled slightly at the crowd, and spoke loudly with a full aristocratic demeanor.

"People from the Evening Bell Church have arrived, so this meeting of the Dark Covenant has officially begun"

A covenant of darkness, if Li De hears this news, he will definitely open his eyes wide.

Because, there is a vice president attribute of the Dark Covenant on Amy's attribute page, but he has never paid attention to it.

"As you wish,"

"Viscount Bernard, please begin"

The voices of the crowd who were discussing in low voices quickly quieted down.

"This time, we are discussing about the Scarlet Mage Tower..." Hearing the name, the Eight-armed Snake Demon became a little interested, and his eyes shifted from Stanley's direction to Viscount Bernard.

"The Scarlet Mage Tower has sold a large number of scrolls during this period, according to my statistics, the number has exceeded [-], and the other party has also reached a cooperation agreement with five large chambers of commerce in Green City, and will provide them with more magic scrolls in the future.

And the Scarlet Mage Tower has been producing magic scrolls for less than half a year. With the background of this Mage Tower, it is absolutely impossible to achieve this kind of production efficiency.

Even adding the White Tower with Spark, the archmage sitting in charge, wouldn't do.

So I suspect that the other party got the twelve magic scrolls. "

Viscount Bernard's words shocked everyone.

"Twelve magic scrolls?!! Isn't this the legendary magic supreme artifact??"

A hidden figure was somewhat surprised.

"It is said that there are twelve copies of the twelve magic scrolls. They are supreme artifacts made by the Creator God himself. Each scroll has infinite power. How can the Scarlet Mage Tower possess such an artifact?"

A deep interest rose in the necromancer's eyes, and magic was what he was really interested in.

There was a look in Viscount Bernard's eyes that was difficult for outsiders to understand.