Chapter 552 51 The Nightmare of the Old God

Chapter 552 -51- The Nightmare of the Old God

The deafening shouts of killing echoed in the sky, and the blazing flames illuminated the sky.

In the ancient temple, the tragic battle was coming to an end.

The warriors in black robes and scarlet eyes killed the last few crazy believers and surrounded the altar and the giant snake statue in the center of the temple.

Looking at the cold and terrifying black shadows like ghosts returning from hell, the priest holding the scepter trembled in his voice:

"Monsters! You...you evil monsters!"

"Evil monsters?"

A sneer came from the shadows.

The cold-eyed warriors moved to the sides, and a graceful figure came forward.

It was a female swordsman.

She was wearing a blood-colored skirt and armor, with bright long hair as red as blood. She looked at the priest with contempt and disgust in her scarlet eyes.

Especially, when her eyes swept to the bones piled on the altar under the priest, the hatred and contempt that almost penetrated into her bones almost overflowed.

She sneered, with a mocking expression on her face:

"Monster? If we are evil monsters, then what are you guys who worship evil gods and play with life at will?"

The priest trembled slightly, his voice was shocked and angry.

He clenched the scepter in his hand, his body was shining brightly, and his expression was ferocious and fanatical:

"Evil blasphemers! You can't understand the greatness of my Lord at all. Under the glory of my Lord, you will perish!"

The deep light bloomed on his body, and the ancient statue on the altar also bloomed with a vast silver light.

Mysterious lines spread among the bones, and the priest's breath continued to rise.

However, just as his breath gradually rose, accompanied by a slight sound, the scepter in his hand suddenly cracked.

The deep light dimmed in an instant, and a trace of cracks also spread on the statue.

The priest was stunned. He looked at the broken scepter in his hand in disbelief, his eyes wide open with fear:

"The scepter... is broken? The breath of my Lord... has disappeared?"

"This... is impossible!"

The warriors, led by the blood-haired female swordsman, seemed not surprised by what was happening before their eyes.

No, they looked normal, as if they had seen similar scenes many times before.

The female swordsman stepped forward and cut off the head of the priest with a sword. The ethereal voice became farther and farther away:

"Since you are so pious, then disappear with the Lord you believe in..."

Under that sword, the priest felt that his world was flying rapidly.

He saw the broken dome of the temple, he saw the dark night sky, and he saw the blood moon rising gradually under the night sky.

The blood-like moonlight fell in the shadows, and under the crimson light, it seemed that the whole world was brought into a deep darkness.

At the end of the dissipation of consciousness, the priest had only one thought left:

"Blood Moon...Darkness..."

"Ah, it is Him...who won..."

The headless body fell to the ground, and the ancient altar collapsed.

Looking at the pile of bones under the altar, the female swordsman sighed and stuck the long sword in her hand into the ground.

"Sad and unfortunate souls, your nightmare...is over."

The deep light bloomed on her body, and dots of fluorescence spread in the temple.

The dark light swept over, and the gloomy atmosphere in the temple slowly dissipated, while countless stars flew from the bones and finally dissipated into the world.

Until the last bit of starlight disappeared, the female swordsman raised her head and pulled out the long sword again.

Her body shook slightly, as if she was over-consumed, but just as she was about to fall, she was soon supported by a chaotic dark force.

A chuckle came from behind the female swordsman, with a hint of ridicule in the hoarseness:

"Royna, every time you destroy the temple, you have to purify it yourself. Aren't you afraid that your body can't bear it?"

The shadowy black fog descended, revealing a tall young man. His whole body was hidden in the darkness, with only a pair of scarlet eyes and a pair of ferocious horns that were particularly eye-catching.

Royna frowned.

She disdainfully picked up the dark power that supported her and put it aside, saying coldly:

"If it weren't for a guy who inherited the power of darkness and didn't want to do it, why would I have to do it every time?"

"Hehe, I'm different from a kind-hearted guy. Since these guys have chosen their own path, they need to bear the corresponding price."

"But you seem to have forgotten that there are also innocent people among those who became sacrifices."

"Innocent people? What does that have to do with me? I don't know how many dead souls we have. I'm already very kind if I don't devour their souls to strengthen my dark power!"

The young man with two horns on his head grinned.

Rowena frowned, and looked at the young man with even more disgust:

"I really don't know why the savior would choose a guy like you to be his personal guard. It's really a shame for our family. Abaddon, do you want to duel with me?!"

As she spoke, a dark red light bloomed on her body, and her aura suddenly became deep and dangerous.

"Okay, Rowena, Abaddon, there are still a few temples that have not ended the battle. Now is not the time for you to argue!"

A sigh came, and Cosi, wearing an elf robe, walked in.

After hearing what Cosi said, Rowena glared at Abaddon fiercely, then snorted coldly and left the temple with her soldiers.

Cosi sighed and looked at Abaddon helplessly:

"Abaddon, can you say less? You always have to scold her a few times, is it necessary?"

"I just can't stand her. The power of the savior is not something that everyone can inherit. Since you have chosen to embrace the darkness, you must become as strong as the darkness. A guy with a fragile mind like her is not qualified to have the power of the blood clan."

Abaddon said confidently.

"Really? But why do I remember that after every battle, you also use the power of darkness to swallow up the pollution left by the evil gods?"

A tall figure suddenly appeared and looked at Abaddon strangely.

It was none other than Femarol, the third-generation blood clan who also accepted the blood awakening.

Abaddon snorted with disdain:

"I am just strengthening my own power. I am different from you weak guys. I have inherited the power of the devil and the power of the blood clan. The pollution in your eyes is the source of my power."

"Oh, you think it's great to inherit the power of the devil? Lady Lilith has said many times that you should not easily absorb the power of evil. If you continue like this, you will become a lunatic one day!"

"Don't worry, before you become a lunatic, I will definitely build you into the statues of those evil gods."

"You...!"

"Okay! Say less! The savior has sent me a signal. Let's gather in the main temple and meet him!"

...

In the northern part of the northern border, the main temple of one of the old gods, the ancient snake god.

Outside the temple, it was a mess. The huge columns had collapsed and the dome of the temple had long been broken.

The surrounding forests had long been destroyed and turned into a wasteland. The huge mountains were cut off in the middle. The collapsed rocks cut off the river and formed a huge lake.

In the air, the violent magic power was still chaotic, and some of the surrounding spaces were faintly cracked, telling what kind of terrifying battle had just broken out here.

In the temple, the dark golden blood flowed down the rough steps of the temple like a stream and spread to the door of the hall.

A deep light flashed, and a series of dark shadows descended outside the temple. They were the blood clan warriors in black robes.

Cosi, Abaddon, Rowena, Femarol, Ron...

The third generation of blood clans who awakened for the second time were in the lead.

Looking at the messy scene around them and feeling the riot of magic in the air, their eyes were full of awe.

Even though it was not the first time they had experienced similar scenes, feeling the remaining terrifying power, their hearts were still shaken, and they deeply felt their own insignificance.

They looked at each other, put away their eyes, took a deep breath, and entered the temple.

In the temple, the dark golden blood was still flowing slowly.

The blood had a desirable aura, and just a glance at it made everyone want to devour it from the bottom of their hearts.

However, despite such a thirsty desire, all the vampires did not take action.

They entered the temple and stood on both sides, with their eyes all focused on the front of the temple.

At the front of the temple was an altar.

The altar had long been broken, and on it, a huge snake corpse was entwined, emitting a palpitating aura.

A blood-colored long sword pierced the snake's head, and the dark golden blood was flowing from the sword's mouth.

Next to the long sword, a girl stood.

She turned her back to everyone and looked up at the blood moon hanging high in the sky, wondering what she was thinking.

The blood-like moonlight fell and shone on her body, coating her gorgeous silver hair with a layer of crimson brilliance.

The breeze blew, and the girl's long hair fluttered.

Looking at the hazy and dreamy figure under the moonlight, the vampires' eyes showed fanaticism and awe.

They all took a deep breath, then knelt on one knee and saluted the girl on the snake corpse:

"Descendants of blood... greet the great ancestor and savior of blood, the master of darkness, the king of eternal night..."

Hearing the voices of the crowd, the girl retracted her gaze.

She slowly turned around, revealing a stunning face and a pair of red-gold eyes.

The deep gaze gently swept through the crowd, and the ethereal voice sounded in the temple:

"Get up, my name is not that long."