Chapter 470 God-Given Power

"Is that... the evil one?"

Enzo narrowed his eyes and looked at the Pramo tribe through the vision of the shadow crow, where a terrifying scene had already appeared.

The figure floating in the air, wrapped in black mist, looked somewhat humanoid, but with rotten tongues full of mucus ejected from the body.

"Wail! Suffer!"

"Pramo tribe! When you expelled me from the tribe, did you ever think that this day would come?"

The evil one made a strange sound, with a tone of madness and excitement, and said coldly: "Repent! I want you to pay the price for your actions!"

After that, the evil one, whose whole body was covered by black mist, had a strange luster in his eyes, and then a long tongue of flesh and blood shot out like a venomous snake, instantly piercing through the bodies of the three blood warriors, and then throwing them into the control and tearing them apart.

Hua La La!

Amid the shrill screams, the blood warrior's body turned into pieces of meat, and the blood turned into red rain, splashing on the ground.

Not far away, several blood warriors froze in place, as if they had been frightened by the horror scene. Although the War Ghost Clan claimed that they were not afraid of fighting and death, they would also feel fear when facing such a strange and terrifying existence.

"Savi! You are Savi!"

At this time, a native woman with Pramo blood suddenly screamed, raised her hand and pointed at the evil in the air with trembling hands.

Hearing this name, the evil paused briefly.

A pair of strange eyes looked at the native woman, with a resentful luster in the bottom of the eyes, and a suppressed hoarse laugh.

"It's really rare! Ola!"

"I didn't expect you to recognize me in this state. Do you think I should be happy? Or sad?"

The native woman named Ola trembled all over, her legs weakened and she fell to the ground, her face was full of fear, and her lips became extremely pale.

"You are... Savi!?"

Beside him, the leader of the Plumo tribe, Old Mur, took a breath of cold air, and a surprised expression appeared on his face. He murmured, "How is this possible? You are still alive?"

"Surprising, right? Grandpa Mur!"

The evil man's voice revealed a hint of sarcasm, and he said jokingly, "Do you think that I, who was expelled from the tribe, have been eaten by wild beasts long ago?"

"Oh! What a pity!"

"I'm still alive! Although I did encounter wild beasts after being expelled from the tribe, and even had my legs eaten by several Brar gray wolves, I still survived tenaciously!"

"And... I got a new life!"

The evil man's eyes flickered, and the black mist around him rolled like flames, and it seemed that his flesh and blood tongues kept waving as his emotions changed.

Old Mur's face was pale, and his legs trembled slightly.

Savi! A name that was considered a disgrace by the Pramo tribe. He was a male war ghost. He was born like other children. It was not until he was fifteen that he showed signs of developmental deformity. He was finally determined to be an inferior species after examination.

Inferior species! Shame among the war ghosts!

Originally a male, Savi was always regarded as hope and seed by the tribe, enjoying the resources and cultivation of the tribe, but when he was determined to be an inferior species, his status changed dramatically.

The Pramo tribe has not produced inferior species for a long time. The blood warriors were very disgusted with Savi's existence, so they forcibly castrated him and then expelled him from the tribe.

"Thank you, great god of disaster!"

"It was he who saved me and gave me the power of revenge! Let me come back here and take back everything I lost!"

The evil Savi shouted loudly.

After being castrated and expelled by the Pramo tribe, the dying Savi wandered hard on the plains. He was attacked by wild beasts several times and almost died. Unknowingly, he broke into the savage forest.

There, Savi was besieged by several Bular Gray Wolves, who bit his legs to pieces. Just as Savi was about to die, a black mist poured into his body.

In an instant, Savi was reborn!

He obtained the power bestowed by the God of Disaster, awakened his supernatural powers and became an evil one. With the help of the God of Disaster, he killed all the Bular Gray Wolves and devoured their flesh and blood.

After that, the world ushered in the Black Mist Season.

Savi, who became an evil one, was like a fish in water in the black mist, and his evil power continued to increase, and finally fell into a deep sleep at the end of the Black Mist Season.

When he woke up again, it was already the harvest season.

The first thing Savi, who had gained powerful power, did was to come to the Pramo tribe, intending to rely on the power of the evil one to complete his revenge.

In mid-air, Savi was surrounded by black mist.

"Watch carefully, Grandpa Moore!" Savi laughed strangely, and on his body wrapped in black mist, long blood-red tongues shot out, rolled up several indigenous women of the Pramo tribe, and tore them to pieces with screams.

"Everyone, come together and fight him!"

Seeing the evil man slaughtering, several blood warriors of the Pramo tribe also had red eyes, waving their scimitars and rushing towards Savi.

Swish!

The blood warriors burst out with blood power, and the red energy attached to the scimitars, waving them violently, cutting off the long tongue shot out by the evil man, and it fell to the ground and turned into black mist.

However, the next moment.

In Savi's weird eyes, a dark luster flashed, and he laughed strangely, and the long tongue cut off by the blood warrior grew out again.

"Is this the only strength of the people of the blood-killing god?" Savi laughed arrogantly. He was not in a hurry to kill all the blood warriors, but waved his bloody long tongue to slaughter the women of the tribe.

Since his body was deformed and he was determined to be inferior, Savi was forced to be castrated by the tribe. His wives who originally belonged to him were also assigned to other blood warriors in the tribe.

Savi also tried to resist, but it was useless.

After being castrated, he could only watch his wives enjoy pleasure with other blood warriors in the tribe. In addition, the pain after being castrated made his psychology distorted. He not only hated the entire Pramo tribe, but also treated those women with great resentment.

"No! Brother Savi."

The native woman Ola, who had recognized Savi's identity before, was entangled by the bloody long tongue, and made a sharp cry, trembling and begging, "Don't kill me! Please!"

Savi laughed grimly.

Then, the blood-colored long tongue began to close, and a painful expression appeared on Ola's face. Then, with a shrill scream, he was crushed alive and turned into a bloody rain that fell on the ground.

"Go to hell! Evil!"

At this time, several blood warriors of the Pramo tribe rushed towards Savi, waving their scimitars to cut off the blood-colored long tongues one by one, and the blood and qi power burst out, rushing out like a stream of red air.

"Humph! Ridiculous power!"

Savi sneered disdainfully, and then several blood-colored long tongues twisted and entangled to form a thick tongue, which shattered the blood and qi power that attacked from the surroundings with a fierce flick.

In the sky, the shadow crow looked down.

"It's not at the same level at all." In the stone house, Enzo shook his head. Everything that happened in the Pramo tribe was in his eyes. After receiving the power of the God of Disaster, the evil Savi's strength had completely reached the level of a first-level life form. No one in the entire Pramo tribe could defeat him.

Therefore, the current situation has emerged. The Pramo tribe has been completely massacred. If it weren't for the evil people's mentality of torturing them, I'm afraid that everyone in the tribe would have been killed.

"Maybe this is the sadness of a small tribe?"

Enzo sighed. Although the ability of the evil person Savi is strange, if the Pramo tribe has a red-striped warrior, it may not be impossible to fight against it, and it will not suffer such a crisis of genocide.

On the other side, the Pramo tribe.

"Everyone, leave here!"

Seeing that the tribesmen in the tribe were slaughtered by the evil person Savi, and the blood warriors' attacks were useless, Old Moore's heart was bleeding. After another blood warrior was killed, he trembled and roared.

All the people in the Pramo tribe began to flee everywhere. The blood warriors were no longer able to protect the tribe, and if they continued to stay, they would only be killed by the evil.

"Hmph! Want to escape?"

Savi sneered and said, "Without the protection of the tribe, where can you escape to? Don't forget that the Black Mist Season is coming, and the entire Solu Plain will be controlled by the Lord of Disaster!"

"Shut up! You damn inferior!"

At this time, a blood warrior of the Pramo tribe suddenly roared and said loudly, "The great God of Blood Killing will never abandon his people! The evil people who surrender to the God of Disaster will be punished by the God of Blood Killing!"

"The God of Blood Killing? Ridiculous!"

Savi's long tongue danced around his body, and he laughed arrogantly, saying, "Only the Lord of Disaster is the only master of the world. Since you believe in the God of Blood Killing so much, then die for him!"

As soon as the voice fell, a long blood-colored tongue shot out.

The blood warrior's chest was pierced instantly, blood spurted out of his mouth, and a hideous expression of pain appeared on his face, but with strong willpower, his eyes were still fixed on the air.

"How is it?"

Savi laughed coldly, looked down at the blood warrior, and said hoarsely, "Do you feel the power of the great god of disaster? Now kneel down and beg for mercy from me, maybe I can reduce your pain!"

"Evil... Don't even think about it!"

The blood warrior's legs trembled, but he still stood in place, gritting his teeth and said, "The people of the blood-killing god will never fear death!"

A trace of coldness flashed in Savi's eyes.

He hated the blood warrior's eyes very much, and also hated the other party's stubbornness, so he didn't tear him apart directly, but waved his bloody long tongue and whipped him like a whip.

Pah pah pah!

"Beg! Repent!"

On the bloody long tongue, fine barbs grew, and every time it whipped the blood warrior, it could roll up a piece of flesh and blood.

Savi laughed wildly and said, "Submit to the great God of Disaster! I will end your torture and let you no longer suffer!"

The blood warrior stood in place, as stubborn as a sculpture, with a red glow in his eyes.

At this time, the members of the Pramo tribe who were fleeing around also stopped and looked at the blood warrior with strange eyes.

"The people of the blood-killing god never have to fear death!" Suddenly, Old Moore roared, and then raised his hands above his head and said loudly, "The great blood-killing god, the only master of the world, the patron saint of the war ghost clan!"

"Please drive away all evil and protect the Pramo tribe!" After that, Old Moore knelt down.

"Great blood-killing god, please drive away evil and bless the Pramo tribe!" Other members of the Pramo tribe, like Old Moore, knelt down and prayed.

"Hahaha! It's so ridiculous!"

In mid-air, Savi shot out a long blood-red tongue, piercing through the chest of an aboriginal woman, instantly taking her life, and laughed wildly, "The Black Mist Season is coming, and now is the weakest time of the year for the God of Blood Killing. Do you think he will give divine power to protect a small Pramo tribe?"

"Aren't you too naive?"

As soon as the voice fell, a red light shot up into the sky in the central area of ​​the Pramo tribe.

The strong light was like a miracle.

"There... is a divine stele!"

"It is the power of the God of Blood Killing!"

"Great! The Pramo tribe is saved!"

As the red light shot up into the sky, the Pramo tribe ushered in a moment of tranquility, and then, Old Moore and others burst into a burst of wild shouts, but Savi in ​​mid-air became uncertain.

"The power of the blood-killing god?"

Savi suppressed his uneasiness and growled, "I won't believe it!"

Then, he was about to wave the blood-red tongue again, but at this moment, a red light fell from the sky and directly fell on the blood warrior whose chest was pierced by the long tongue.

"Glain?"

Old Moore looked at the blood warrior not far away, with a nervous expression on his face. Although a red light suddenly appeared on the God-given stone tablet under the prayer of the Pramo tribe, no one knew what it meant.

The next moment, the blood warrior Glenn, whose chest was pierced by the blood-red long tongue, slowly opened his eyes, and endless red emerged from his eyes.

"Evil one!"

Glain slowly raised his arm, grabbed the long tongue on his chest, exerted a little force on his palm, and said in a deep voice, "Accept the judgment of the blood-killing god!"

Snap!

As Glenn exerted force, the blood-red long tongue was torn off, and then, the majestic blood power emanated from his body.

"Red Stripe Warrior?"

In the Tatar tribe on the other side of the Sollu Plain, Enzo's eyes flashed. Through the vision of the shadow crow, he found that in the Pramo tribe, after Glenn absorbed the red light again, the blood power in his body rose steadily, and a blood stripe appeared on his chest.

That was the symbol of the Red Stripe Warrior!

Glenn, who was originally just a blood warrior, became a one-blood red stripe warrior in a moment after absorbing the power of the blood-killing god. At the same time, his power continued to increase, and the stripes on his chest became clearer and clearer, until he reached the level of a three-blood red stripe warrior.