I became the ancestor of the blood clan

Twelve Magic Scrolls——Scroll of Purgatory (Sequence 7)

Quality: Greater Artifact (Special)

Condition: Minor damage

Features: 1. Sealing the high-level forbidden spell - Doomsday Flame, which can be released every 10 seconds, and each casting requires 10 human souls.

2. Dark recovery, the holder will get an energy infusion every 10 seconds, which can recover the corresponding injuries, and each casting needs to consume 5 human souls.

3. Devour the seal, which can devour the surrounding souls and seal them in the scroll.

4: Sealing (requires 1000 million human souls to open)

5: Sealing (requires special hell energy to open)

Number of souls: 126 million

Introduction: A special artifact that seals the power of hell. To activate its original power, a lot of souls are needed. According to legend, if you gather twelve magic scrolls, you will get the sealed power of hell.

After reading the attributes, Li De took a deep breath.

This piece of equipment is stronger than others, but it is also extremely evil.

The two skills need to consume souls every time they are cast, and they must be human souls.

In other words, if you want to use this artifact, you must slaughter humans.

"It hurts so much, those are all white believers, who is willing to slaughter if they have nothing to do?"

Which god would self-destruct its foundation...

It is indeed the equipment of the Lord of Nine Prisons, and the style is dark enough.

Thinking about it, it seems that there is nothing wrong with it. Hell does not need human beliefs. It naturally regards human beings as food.

Now I can see the attributes of the equipment, does it mean...

Li De stretched out his hand to the sea god who had been stationed beside him to signal to open the bubble. The other party immediately understood, and after pondering for a moment, he cast the spell directly. There was a hole in the bubble that was as high as a person.

Seeing this, Li De smiled slightly, snapped his fingers crisply.

A magic shield instantly enveloped the bubble.

After the second snap of the fingers, the mage's hand appeared out of thin air, slowly stretched into the air bubble, and under the terrified gaze of the black dragon, he pulled out the bloody magic scroll from his head.

Feeling that the artifact that belonged to him was separated from his body, the black dragon suddenly wanted to stand up and take it back, but because of his power being blocked and his serious injuries, there was nothing he could do except yelling and cursing Li De.

Moreover, Li De had the foresight to use the magic shield to cut off the sound near the black dragon. He couldn't hear the other party's curses at all, and the black dragon could only curse himself.

After realizing that he was useless even to swear, Heilong was so angry that he spat out blood again, and passed out stiffly with a poof.

The magic scroll stained with dragon blood was quickly swallowed by the mage's hand, and then returned to its normal appearance.

After Li De reached out to take the scroll, he dismissed the mage's hand and began to carefully examine this amazing artifact.

The magic scroll is red all over, and it feels like coarse cloth in the hand, with obvious graininess.

After unfolding, it is about [-] centimeters long and [-] centimeters wide, with extremely distorted hell inscriptions engraved on it, and they are arranged irregularly.

Even with Li De's mental strength, he felt dizzy after a glance, as if countless devils were rushing out of the scroll to devour his soul.

There are two obvious gaps in the upper right corner, which look like they have been ripped off.

With a thought in his mind, Li De took out the fragment of the artifact dedicated to him by Di Jingjin from his arms, and slowly glued it to the scroll of purgatory.

The moment the artifact fragments were glued together, a red light flashed from the purgatory scroll, and the two fragments softened directly like a source of water, and then pasted together without any gaps.

After making up for himself, the radiance of the purgatory scroll burst forth, and the temperature of the surrounding air directly rose by more than ten degrees, and it immediately became hot.

The black dragon who had just been stunned sensed the movement of the outside world and woke up leisurely, but the first thing he saw was the completed artifact in Li De's hand.

Jealousy, resentment, resentment, disbelief, anger, countless emotions rushed into my heart.

The giant dragon's eyes widened and he started brewing countless swear words, and before he even opened his mouth, he became furious, spat out a mouthful of old blood, and became dizzy again.

After a while, the light of the Hell Scroll that had been completed faded away, and Li De checked its attributes again, but unexpectedly, there was no change in the scroll.

Shaking his head, these two fragments are completely edge-to-edge, without even a hell inscription, and they will not affect the main body at all, and they will not delay their use if they are not made up. It is a miscalculation.

But no matter what, this high-level artifact is considered to be in hand, even if it doesn't need to be held in hand, it is excellent.

And maybe the other twelve magic scrolls can be gathered together in the future, maybe it will be like gathering the fragments of the slate of fate, you can summon the dragon, and become an existence comparable to the master of the nine prisons.

Green City.

Viscount Bernard sat in front of a round table covered with a white tablecloth, slowly enjoying more than a dozen delicacies on the table with golden knives and forks.

In this luxurious hall, more than a dozen luxuriously dressed nobles stood aside and waited respectfully, not daring to have the slightest dissatisfaction.

Sitting opposite Viscount Bernard was the eight-armed snake demon Roy. This high-level demon of the abyss was chewing a bloody heart in his hand. The sound of crunching blood filled the originally good atmosphere in the room with horror.

Those nobles didn't even dare to look at the eight-armed snake demon, waiting tremblingly for the master here to speak.

Viscount Bernard turned a blind eye to the blood of the eight-armed snake demon Roy, slowly enjoyed the food on the table, and finally got up slowly holding a crystal glass half filled with red wine.

Shaking the wine glass slightly, the red liquid swirled slightly in the glass. Drops of water hung on the wall of the glass, and then slowly slid down, leaving behind faint marks.

The elegant Viscount Bernard looked at the dozen or so nobles in the room with a smile on his face, and spoke softly.

"Dear nobles, do you know why I called you here today?"

An old aristocrat in his early sixties with gray hair but a straight back stood up and said in a dull tone.

"Viscount Bernard, is it the Green City army you mentioned to us last time? I promise you that as long as His Majesty Yiluo is killed, there will be no problems with the army."

"No, I'm not worried about the military..."

"Then you plan to...?" The nobles in the room were a little puzzled, wondering what the devil lord's apostle wanted to do.

In fact, after the night when he promised Viscount Bernard to resist His Majesty Yiluo, many nobles had retreated, and they were very disturbed at the thought of cooperating with the devil.

But on the second day, after the bodies of those nobles who wanted to withdraw from the plan were hanged at the door of their respective homes, no one dared to bring up the matter of withdrawing.

Everyone knows that they have no way out...

Even if they went to sue Yi Luomian now, they probably wouldn't survive the next day, and they couldn't resist the devil's hunt.

In this case, it is better to go all the way to the dark, maybe overthrow Yiluo, and they can regain control of Green City as the other party promised at first.

Thinking of their power being mercilessly deprived by Yi Luo, the resentment in their hearts could not be appeased at all.

Viscount Bernard smiled, "You are all smart people, and I like dealing with smart people.

Among all nobles, your family's interests are the most severely damaged group of people.

This time, I will give you a rare opportunity. As long as you complete the task, your family will become the most powerful family in Green City.

I will give you more noble power than before! "

These nobles are all eye-catching, what are they doing with the devil?Isn't it just to take back the power that should belong to them?

He opened his mouth immediately.

"Please tell me?"

"Willing to obey your orders."

Seeing how obedient these people were, Viscount Bernard put on a bright smile.

"I want you to use your current news channels to spread the news that the shards of the Fate Stone will be born in Green City a month later..."

what? !

The nobles in the house were all shocked, fragments of the slate of fate? ?

The only artifact that the Sun Goddess said was against the old power? ?

The room fell into a deathly silence, and all the nobles looked at each other, shocked by the news.

Why must they rebel against His Majesty Yiluo?

On the surface, the power of the aristocrats was being exploited, but the deeper reason was that after the arrival of the old days, the communication channels between Green City and the outside world were almost completely cut off, leaving only a few pitiful trade routes.

Their living space has also been compressed on a large scale.

If His Majesty Yiluo deprives them of their power in this situation, it is equivalent to depriving them of their right to survive, so they must resist.

If the old days hadn't come, that Yiluo majesty would be unfriendly to them, and they would change their lives in the city at worst, but the current situation does not allow this.

So the news that the fragments of the Fate Slate were about to be born immediately made them start to wonder, if they could get the Fate Slate fragments, could they restore the old order?

Even relying on this extraordinary artifact to become the new master of Green City? ?

At that time, why should I be afraid of Yiluo's crown? !

Viscount Bernard knew what they were thinking when he saw their expressions, his eyes became deeper and more graceful.

"If you have the ability to snatch the fragments of the Fate Slate from the gods, then go ahead and I will bless you."

These words made all these nobles shudder.

That's right, even if the fragments of the Fate Slate appear in Green City, they are not something they can peek at.

Not to mention that Yi Luo was crowned, even the unknown Viscount Berner in front of him was enough to ruin them.

The inner greed was dispelled in an instant, and one by one began to think again.

After a while, the old nobleman in his early sixties suddenly had a bright eye, and said with a bit of a daze.

"Viscount Bernard, this must be false news, right?

Use the fragments of the Slate of Fate to attract the attention of the outside world, and then Yi Luomian will definitely not give up, so there will be a conflict with the outside world, and then we will benefit from it...

What a brilliant plan!

And because the fragments of the Slate of Destiny are too precious, even if the outside world does not know whether it is true or not, they will still go deep into Green City, so the possibility of conflict with Yi Luomian will greatly increase. "

The other nobles looked at Viscount Bernard with admiration upon hearing the words.

I didn't expect it to be so deep...

Viscount Bernard gave the old nobleman a meaningful look, and then shook his head amidst the astonished expressions of several people.

"No, this is not false news. The fragment of the Fate Slab will be born here in a month. This is the real news that my Lord told me."

what?

Is this news true?

The nobles in the house were in an uproar, and everyone was very puzzled by this.

If it's just for the other party's Ilo crown, as for taking out the treasures like the fragments of the Fate Slate as bait?

Why do they feel a little bit of a loss for a Green City for a fragment of the Fate Slate.

Where can't you survive with the fragments of the slate of destiny? Why choose Green City?

Viscount Bernard took a sip of the red wine in the glass slowly, and his blue eyes were slightly bloodshot.

"If you should know, you will naturally know, if you should not know, you don't need to know...

You just need to pass this news through your channels with the outside world. Remember, it must be kept secret, and it is best to let the outside world discover this news inadvertently. "

"Dare to ask Viscount Bernard, how do we do it?"

"You are like this..."

After Viscount Bernard instructed many details in detail, he waved his hand and let everyone leave.

Although these nobles were full of doubts, they could only leave the hall with puzzlement when they saw Viscount Bernard's expression that he was too lazy to say much.

After Roy, the Eight-armed Snake Demon, was left in the room, Viscount Bernard took out a pitch-black magic scroll from his arms, and caressed the scroll fascinatedly as if stroking his lover.

"Really, it's exciting..."

"Roy, tell me, will my lord's plan succeed?"

The Eight-armed Snake casually wiped the corner of his mouth with a piece of tablecloth, and glaring bloodstains instantly appeared on the white tablecloth.