Chapter 502 Trial

Look at the mouth shape drawn by 'Qin Ran'.

Brad was taken aback.

But the 'Qin Ran' in front of him turned into nothingness when Brad was stunned, and disappeared from the black shackles.

Perhaps Brad is different from ordinary people in some ways.

But his strength is real.

Otherwise, he would not have come forward to preside over the plan.

The moment 'Qin Ran' disappeared, Brad didn't look back, let alone turn around, and jumped onto the altar.

call!

A black gelatinous liquid spewed out from his back, like a burst underground pipe, covering the 'Qin Ran' who appeared behind him.

Different from the previous imprisonment.

This time, the black colloidal liquid contained strong corrosion.

After spraying on 'Qin Ran', within a breath, 'Qin Ran' turned into a black-skinned, red-eyed skeleton.

After touching the highly corrosive liquid, a mocking smile appeared on the skeleton face of the high-ranking evil spirit 'Bloody Mary'.

"Evil spirit!"

Brad's feverish voice growled.

"Damn it!"

Brad pronounced the sentence in a cold voice.

But that just got more taunts from 'Bloody Mary',

It raised its finger and pointed around.

The rich black boiled at this time.

The negative energy that blocks the sunlight and erodes life spins up.

One vortex after another is generated on the flat ground.

The storm is coming.

A storm formed entirely of negative energy rose from the ground.

Howling of the dead.

The roar of the evil spirit.

Death follows like a shadow.

Vitality, gone forever.

"A higher evil spirit. Are you scaring me?"

"Do you know that this is the stage I set up, what happened here, and what I don't know?"

Brad roared in a frenzied voice.

The cold voice didn't speak, as if he didn't bother to speak.

But someone spoke up.

And, not one.

"Scare you? Damn guy, who do you think you're talking to?"

"Is it necessary? Tired."

"It doesn't look delicious at all!"

"It's a pity that she looks too ugly!"

"I like his coat and I want it too!"

"Why don't I have such an altar?"

"snort!"

In a word, one person.

It gradually showed its figure in the negative energy storm.

Every time a person appears, the negative energy of Ceylon becomes weaker.

Not dissipated, but gathered again.

Like a whale swallowing water, the negative energy pervading the entire city and its surroundings gathers in the square in the center of the city.

Or to be more precise, they are gathering around these seven 'people'.

The storm became more and more violent.

Black lightning tore apart the sky and the earth.

The sky is infested and loses its light.

The earth is infested and loses its vitality.

The black negative energy plundered the lives of countless creatures in a far more violent manner than before.

But……

The seven 'people' in the eye of the storm are so comfortable.

While the negative energy storm that is violent outside, it is well-behaved and docile to the "people" inside.

Like a loyal slave facing his master.

They selflessly dedicate themselves.

They allow themselves to be nourished.

Nurturing the world's most evil original sin.

Everything is following the rules of the world.

Seven figures, seven identical looks.

The seven Qin Ran looked the same.

But with seven different temperaments.

In a storm of negative energy, they watched Brad.

Evil breath.

The gaze of original sin.

Brad, who was extremely arrogant and yelling a moment ago, froze in place at this moment, his body seemed to be frozen.

Starting from the heart, the coldness penetrating into the depths of the soul spread to every part of the body.

until the soul is frozen.

The higher evil spirit smiled.

It is like a polite actor, bowing and bowing, thanking the 'audience' around, and then disappearing.

Its mission has been accomplished.

The stage is left for lust, greed, gluttony, laziness, anger, jealousy, and arrogance.

The seven original sins are wreaking havoc here with their own thoughts.

Naturally, the mysterious side members from the ancient southern country were the targets of the rampage.

Se. Yuyin smiled slightly, looking for a handsome target.

Greed and jealousy together agitate the obsession in the target's heart.

Anger sneaks in.

Gluttony and laziness cooperate with each other, and those chosen targets soon forget everything but eat and sleep.

But these mysterious members of the ancient southern country did not find themselves strange.

They think that's what they should be after.

They began to forget the dogma and succumb to their own desires.

They cheered and shouted.

They die.

They meet death.

"Ling, Ling Zu!"

Brad spat out two words with difficulty.

Not the sound of fanaticism.

Nor is it the sound of indifference.

It's completely, truly Brad's own voice.

Brad hadn't used his voice for a long time.

There are both natural reasons and factional reasons.

The path he chose made it impossible for him to keep more of himself at all.

Although he is very likely to accomplish a feat that no one in his faction can accomplish, everything in front of him tells him clearly: everything is over.

Not only his years of planning, but also his ambition.

All of them fell short with the appearance of the ancestor in front of them.

"Barry!"

"Bastard guy!"

"I will definitely let you die!"

"And you!"

"It's the same even if you are the ancestors!"

Fanaticism, indifference and real voices, three voices appeared in Brad's mouth in unison.

then--

boom!

Brand's scarred head burst open like this.

Two spars shining with a different kind of light flew out of Brad's head like this.

boom!

The spar that flew out exploded almost as soon as it came into contact with the air.

Brad, who had only lost his head but still had a body, completely disappeared in such an explosion.

Not only the body, but even the items he carried with him disappeared without a trace.

But the walls of the bank in the city of Ceylon.

Or to be more precise: on the walls of the former temple, the portraits of the gods began to flash with light that did not belong to the world at all.

One by one the portraits light up.

Then, one after another went out.

In the end, only one of the most complete portraits lit up completely.

Holding a balance in one hand and a spear in the other, with three heads, the gods of men, lions and snakes slowly walk out of the murals.

That figure is illusory, unreal.

Just like the eyes covered by a veil on a man's head.

"Judgment!"

The phantom figure shouted loudly.

The heads of the man, the lion and the snake roared up to the sky.

The roar was deafening.

But the next moment, it was directly covered up.

boom!

A flaming figure fell rapidly like a falling meteor.

flames.

giant sword.

Knock it down!

PS first update~