Lord of the Witches

(ps: There will be three updates tomorrow.)

Before the abyss of flesh and blood, the armored Prince Samien appeared next to Olga with a strange ability. Some black mist surged out of his body, and he seemed to have some kind of power to create illusions. The half-dragon warlock still remained awake. None of them could detect his presence or hear his voice.

Samien's eyes were full of affection and anger. While he was reminding Olga, his cracked palm revealing the pale flesh inside was carefully placed on Olga's shoulder. Even the demigods could not detect this ability. About to launch, he wants to take Olga away.

Samien!

The title came after a long period of time, but it still made Prince Jiao Tan fall into a short period of sluggishness.

In a trance, he seemed to have returned to that long-ago era. As an envoy, he went to the Slavic Kingdom and met the most beautiful and pure Princess Olga in the world for the first time at the grand and prosperous Flower Festival.

To Samien, her appearance was like a blazing lightning in the darkness, like an elf flying in the rain. Everything in the world lost its light as a result. Her eyes, as clear and pure as stars, made him directly Lost myself.

From that moment on, Samien knew that he must make her his wife. Even if she wanted the moon in the sky, he would be willing to pick it off.

“Samien, I’m not leaving.

Boom

Olga's second sentence made Sameen wake up from his trance.

His charred eyeballs reflected Olga at this time.

She was still so beautiful, a beauty that could eclipse the alluring forest nymphs and lake nymphs around her. But what made Samion extremely heartbroken was that the clear, star-like gaze in Olga's eyes was gone. It was replaced by hatred and murderous intent.

The target of these emotions was not him, but the name he mentioned.

Abel!

Samien suddenly understood something, and uncontrollable ecstasy arose deep in his heart.

But soon, it turned into worry.

The burnt red light began to flow out of Samien's body, and he said in a hurried tone: Olga, no matter what you want to do, please leave here first, okay?

That shameless beast has become one of the 'all spirits'. He used despicable means to steal part of the authority of a powerful master under the abyss.

These half-dragon warlocks are all his minions. Now they want to recreate the original ritual, with a large amount of extraordinary people's blood, royal blood, devout dependents... They want to open the channel again, let that beast come, and continue to steal that With the authority of a master, he will become more and more powerful.”

Let me take you away, okay Olga, I won't expect you to be my wife, but please let me continue to protect you...

The onlookers of this scene, such as Tang Qi, the old servant, and the Beckfast chair, all sighed.

A lover.

Poor man who loves to the extreme.

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...Fake is going to cry again. This guy reminds me of myself. You died miserably in my body.

Onlookers were moved, and Olga, one of the victims, was no exception.

But it's a pity that being moved is just being moved, and Olga can't deceive herself.

Facing Samien's prayer, Olga shook her head firmly and said, Samien, I need to see Abel again, and I want to ask him.

...You should leave quickly. You have freedom. Cherish it. Don't lose it because of me.

No!

Samien was in great pain after being rejected again. He struggled and had the urge to take Olga away by force.

But at this moment, a fanatical roar came.

In the dragon's nest, before the abyss, at some unknown time, the half-dragon warlocks led by the red-lipped old woman had carved a huge magic circle on the ground, with scarlet and complex symbol lines densely connected together.

Around the magic circle, half-dragon warlocks sat cross-legged, their heads lowered, chanting some syllables filled with spiritual pollution in ancient Uralic.

At the front, Vladimir, who had regained his true form, chanted a spell that was somewhat similar but completely different in nature in another obscure language that had never been seen before.

Some of the unique syllables are unidentifiable, but the names of the gods involved are familiar.

The faceless one who whispers in the secret, controls hunger and reproduction, twists endless flesh and blood, and is the reviver of the ancient dragon clan... Your most devout believers and followers pray for your coming, and I am willing to dedicate my body and soul to come as you. container, this is my glory, is...

No, Olga, let's go.

As if to verify Samien's premonition, Vladimir and the half-dragon warlocks chanted in two ways.

Scarlet blood threads squirmed in the huge magic circle, and they were about to explode, cutting all the extraordinary beings in the formation, as well as Anna, the royal bloodline, into the finest minced meat, and squeezing out all the flesh and blood. , sacrificed to this dragon's nest, and opened the passage again.

This also means that the new god Abel is about to arrive.

Just when Samien was extremely anxious, in the illusion field he created, a sound of snapping fingers sounded that should not have appeared.

He turned his head suddenly, and his blackened eyes saw the tool man Don Juan whom he had ignored for a long time.

But at this time, don Juan was showing his supernatural power.

In his eyes, fragments of the ritual emerged.

Dragon's Nest Sacrifice Ceremony: The Dragon's Nest is formed by the divine flesh and blood of Apodoras Ophelia. The vague will that controls it does not possess advanced wisdom. As long as it follows a certain rule and sacrifices a certain degree of extraordinary human flesh and blood, A kind of royal bloodline, plus chanting the honorable name of 'Lord of Flesh', can gain will recognition and open the internal channel.

Evil God Summoning Ceremony: The demigod 'Vladimir' is sacrificing himself in exchange for the brief arrival of the new god Abel...

Tang Qi ignored Vladimir who summoned Abel, showing his power after promotion for the first time.

At this moment, when the snap of fingers fell.

All extraordinary beings, including Anna, the president's daughter, and temporary investigators were transferred away by Tang Qi... Before leaving, their flesh and blood bodies were completely copied, and instead of themselves, they were minced into minced meat by the magic circle. .

Due to the growth of fantasy power, Tang Qi possesses a very high level of reality distortion power. He has initially crossed the boundary between reality and illusion, and can blur, control and even change.

After doing this, it seems like nothing has changed in reality.

Except for Olga and Sameen who were separated, they saw the truth, and the cruel scene before the abyss continued.

Sameen fell into a daze until Olga's voice came.

Samien, this is a benevolent and loving true god. He holds the power of dreams. It is he who awakens me from my deep sleep. It is also he who helps me maintain myself and not degenerate into a twisted dragon mother crawling at Abel's feet...

When Olga was halfway through speaking, Sameen couldn't help but kneel down and express his gratitude to Tang Qi.

Tang Qi glanced at Samien. As one of the holders of true love authority, Tang Qi could see Samien's love for Olga.

Even the hatred he showed outwardly was mostly due to the influence of Dragon Nest.

When he died here, he gained some power, but was also bound by the will of the Dragon Nest.

Tang Qi originally wanted to do something subconsciously, but as soon as his thoughts changed, he made no move for the time being. He just smiled and signaled that something unexpected had happened.

Halfway through the Blood Sacrifice Ritual of the half-dragon warlocks and Vladimir's Summoning Abel Ritual, red figures suddenly appeared in this place covered with flesh and blood, with an extremely stench and strange smell. The figure appeared in the void.

Each one of them is a warlock wearing red monk robes.

Their faces were cold and murderous intent surged.

Silently, the bodies of these warlocks disintegrated themselves and turned into a large number of columnar bloodworms. They seemed to be creatures between illusion and reality. They wormed their way into the bodies of all the half-dragon warlocks. The scene that happened in the museum happened again.

But this time, there was no subsequent rampage.

The half-dragons, including the red-lipped old woman, only trembled a few times after being parasitized by the blood worms. Their eyes reopened and quickly closed. The breath revealed in the gap became unfamiliar. They were replaced, but Xian The ritual of the sacrifice continued perfectly without interruption.

Vladimir, who was summoning Abel, was extremely angry and was about to speed up the summons.

But at this moment, there was a loud roar.

A cave wall covered with a blood carpet shattered, and the giant columnar worm Grigory spewed out and bit Vladimir.

Despite being summoned, as a demigod he should have had the power to kill Gregory in the blink of an eye.

But it was different this time. A strange figure stood above Gregory's head.

He wore complicated and gorgeous monk robes covered with scarlet symbols. His body was nearly one meter taller than Vladimir. He held a strange red scepter in his hand and wore a face covered with tentacles. , eyeballs and blood-toothed mask, the aura coming out of his body was just stronger than Vladimir's.

His identity was immediately revealed.

Extraordinary creature: The Pope of Flesh, the current Pope of the Endless Flesh Sect in Slavic State. He has no name. He dedicated everything to the great Master of Flesh. He is eager to help the Master escape from the place of imprisonment...

Despicable traitor, I take away your power.

In the hoarse voice filled with malice, a bloody realm enveloped itself.

In this field, a surging strange blink breeds.

Tentacles covered with flesh thorns penetrated Vladimir's body, and columnar bloodworms wormed their way in along his ears, eyeballs, nostrils and even the hair follicles on his skin. Vladimir's call was interrupted. A sneak attack from a stronger demigod caused him to lose the opportunity.

As the Pope said, Vladimir's power began to be stripped away.

He tried to resist, but only for a few seconds.

The next moment, a click was heard, and the monster transformed from Gregory's genitals swallowed Vladimir in one bite.

The wheel-shaped blood teeth began to cut, blood spattered everywhere, and strips of minced meat hung down like noodles.

The flesh-and-blood Pope slowly came down, took Vladimir's place, raised his scepter with both hands, and began a new prayer.

My Lord, my great Lord...the ancestor of the ancient dragon clan, the evil dragon that devours gods, the evil god that drags the stars, the spreader of chaos and madness, the master of endless flesh and blood...

Obviously, the purpose of this pope is also to summon the evil god.

But what he wants is to be the master of flesh and blood.

This incident happened so quickly that neither Olga nor Samien could react.

The Twisted Dragon Sect, which believed in the new god Abel, was killed in a sneak attack by the Endless Flesh Sect within seconds?

It ended so easily?

Just when the two fell into doubt, Tang Qi shook his head again, and a new incident happened.

Gudu~Gudu

This sound of blood bubbles surging is extremely common in the dragon's nest.

Only this time, what appeared in Gudu was not just blood bubbles.

Just above and behind the cave, several figures made purely of flesh and blood, perfectly integrated with the dragon's nest, walked out.

Space lost meaning when they took the first step. They did not attack the flesh warlocks who opened the passage. Their target was the Pope who had almost reached the limit of demigods.

The moment they took action, cover appeared.

The stinky and ugly Gregory suddenly exploded, and Vladimir, who had been turned into minced meat, jumped out of the blood waterfall. He roared in the body of a half-dragon, turned into a blood shadow and rushed towards the Pope, and began to pray. , but a look of disdain flashed in the eyes of the pope who still had some energy left.

He could see Vladimir's weakness. On the back of his head, a real evil dragon head sprouted, spraying a scarlet storm at Vladimir who was charging towards him.

The storm was filled with chaos and madness, mixed with blood worms, red threads and bone fragments, enough to strangle a demigod's body clean.

But at this moment, the eyes of the pope who led the resurrection of the Endless Flesh Sect that had been immersed for many years suddenly widened, and he seemed to see the most impossible scene in the world.

Not only that, if hundreds of millions of residents in Slavic countries could see the live broadcast, the performance would be the same at this time.

Everywhere on the Pope's body was pierced by a flesh-twisted, dragon-scaled palm.

The power he possesses is being crazily stolen away.

As for the thieves, there are four of them in total, and they are manifesting real human forms.

Each of them is a celebrity in the Slavic states, and they are rulers worshiped and respected by hundreds of millions of people.

Vice President Victor!

Star Councilor Leonid!

Military General Mikhail!

The president’s eldest daughter Katerina!

When these four people who could not have appeared in the first place came at the same time as demigods and attacked the flesh and blood Pope.

Even Tang Qi, who had seen the traces in advance, couldn't help but show a look of surprise. He originally thought it was unbelievable to corrupt a Red Square and military high-level official, but now it seems that he still underestimated the extent of the Twisted Dragon Sect's penetration into the Slavic countries. .

The four rulers of the Slavic states are all semi-god-level experts.

Among them, Katerina is the most surprising. She has an amazing aura of charm. Her skin and hair are stained with blood. She wears extremely revealing and seductive warlock robes. She doesn't even look at magic. The minced body of her sister Anna was inside the array.

...Are you all shameless blasphemers...believers?

You betrayed the country...you even killed your own sister...

Under the mask of the Flesh Pope, the hoarse voice was full of unwillingness.

His accusation seemed a little pitiful at this point.

He watched helplessly as Katerina reached out her other hand, stabbed it into his chest, and took out a huge, beating heart.

Katerina smelled the smell of fresh flesh and blood with a face full of intoxication, and answered in a voice that no male could resist the urge to listen to:

It's not a betrayal, poor guy.

The great God has long promised...this kingdom, it belongs to me.

Bang

At the moment when his heart was crushed by Katerina, the flesh and blood Pope, who had accumulated the remaining strength and was about to fight back, was dismembered.