Chapter 2793 the Door of the World

"Eternal, great, immortal."

"Chaos, Destruction, Calamity."

"The beginning of filth, the beginning of madness, the source of nightmares."

"The messenger of the end, the incarnation of death, sacrificing this world to welcome you..."

Beneath the endless dark abyss, the murmur-like words echoed endlessly.

Dao Dao figures in black robes gathered here.

Around the mysterious altar made of black spar, they performed a sacrificial ceremony handed down from ancient times.

"God is watching us and awaiting our ultimate allegiance!"

One of the figures stepped forward, opened his arms and shouted to the crowd with a fanatical and pious tone.

In the dim environment, one could vaguely see the skin covered by the black robe, with complex and weird patterns drawn on it.

That seems to be some kind of special text.

It also seemed to have life, such as worms slowly squirming, gnawing at his flesh and soul.

bang, bang, bang...

The dull footsteps sounded from the depths of the darkness.

A little dark red light rose faintly, like a red eye, staring coldly at everything.

The sound of footsteps approached, and the outline of some kind of behemoth became clearer.

Those were two humanoid creatures more than ten meters tall, with hideous faces and their bodies covered in armor made of stubborn stones.

Mountain demon.

A powerful and rare monster with terrifying strength, even far surpassing most legendary powerhouses.

The giant sword pierced into the giant monster's chest from behind, piercing it, and a huge chain was attached to the hilt.

The other end of the chain firmly locked the blood-colored light group in the air.

The two mountain demons moved slowly, dragging the blood-colored light group in the air.

The blood-colored light group seems to be really composed of some kind of blood, and with the movement, there are ripples like water waves, weird and distorted.

Finally, the mountain demon slowly reached the top of the altar.

"Open the door to the world with filthy blood."

The black-robed priest slowly leaned down, and the other black-robed figures also knelt down and worshipped, chanting songs from ancient times.

The blood-colored light group began to tremble.

In between, there seemed to be a roaring sound coming from it, and it was like a hazy and illusory dream babble.

The blood light began to flow, like a snake breaking out of the cage of chains and waving wildly in all directions.

like tentacles.

Finally, the tentacles found their target, and they frantically rushed towards the mountain demon below.

But in just a few seconds, the figure of the mountain demon disappeared completely, but the blood expanded a lot.

Then it turned into a vortex and slowly merged with the altar made of black spar.

The altar gradually changed.

The black faded and was banned by the blood-like dark red, and the blood-colored silk threads gradually grew and extended, which were no different from blood vessels.

An almost heartbeat sound echoed in the empty hall, as if hitting everyone's heart.

The growth of the blood-colored silk threads continued, gradually spreading toward the central area of ​​the altar, and finally converging in the blood vortex in the center.

The heartbeat gradually accelerated, and flesh and blood spread and grew in it.

The black-robed priest raised his head.

He saw those blood vessels gradually swell, sending an inexhaustible supply of blood and energy.

That's the crazy soul they've collected over countless years.

Something indescribable is gradually taking shape in the vortex, and there are countless souls' mourning among the blood surging.

They struggle and growl.

But can not escape the vortex of blood.

Finally, gestation has reached the limit.

"Roar!"

The soul-touching roar echoes in the depths of every Oblivion Cultist's soul.

The blood vortex was completely dried up, and the blood-colored silk thread also dried up and broke, replaced by a mass of scarlet flesh that was slowly wriggling.

Countless limbs, faces, eyeballs, and mouths continue to take shape, and melt into flesh and blood in an instant.

"Master all things, dominate death, annihilate all things, chaos comes to an end..."

The muffled chant resounded.

In the void, countless marks of chaos emerged, and finally submerged into the irregular flesh and blood.

The flesh and blood began to tremble, as if there was an invisible big hand reshaping it.

Bulge, rise, compress, split...

In the end, it turned into two closed doors.

The god of death with wings behind him stood on the door, watching the thousands of believers below, his weird face seemed to be mocking and sneering.

And this is just a statue made of flesh and blood.

I don't know when it started, the sound of overlapping waves echoed around the altar, as if you were at the seaside.

The tide rolled and hit the coast.

Clouds covered the sky, the sea breeze gradually became stronger, the tide was surging wantonly, and under the dull ink-like color, something indescribable was coveting reality.

When the tide tears everything, it is the day when He reaches reality.

"The gate of the world has appeared!"

The black-robed priest stood up and opened his arms, "The curtain is about to come to an end, offer your piety and sincerity, and welcome the arrival of God!"

The believers stepped forward and walked towards the portal of flesh and blood.

They took out sharp knives and stabbed them into their chests, and the gurgling blood gathered under their feet, flowing along the lines of flesh and blood,

In the end, the god of death was dipped into blood red.

Time and space began to vibrate, and blurred phantoms were born and died.

An indescribable force appeared, and the originally closed door trembled and slowly opened.

Endless darkness, endless light.

Endless knowledge, endless loneliness...

At this moment, endless contradictory feelings came from the inside of the door, filling the perception of all believers, chaos, disorder, and madness.

All kinds of things filled their minds like crazy, and they couldn't stop.

Quietly, the bodies of several believers gradually melted like candles, absorbed by the altar, and became part of the portal.

Those who face God directly will also become the carrier of God.

Thinking of the rules of the Holy See, the believers suppressed their emotions and lowered their heads to avoid looking at the scenery behind the door.

"After countless years of waiting, we have finally arrived at this moment. The devout, let's go. God needs your help."

The black-robed priest held a scepter of flesh and blood, and the tiny tentacles had penetrated deeply into his palm and merged with it, "Glory to annihilation!"

The believers stood up and entered the open door.

Just touching, their bodies disappeared completely, like a dream, but it was the time to wake up.

The number of believers gradually decreased until they all entered the gates of the world.

The black-robed priest raised his head and looked at the god of death above the gate of flesh and blood. There was no relevant record in the ancient books about the god.

grim Reaper.

He just subconsciously thought of the title.

According to another annihilation bishop, when they sacrificed their own nightmare, death came, like the messenger of annihilation.

messenger?

The black robe sacrificial didn't think much about it, perhaps in the long years, some changes have taken place in the gods.