Chapter 502 Tyrant Blood Sacrifice

At the original place, Sayenu, the God of Blood Killing, said nothing.

The war of gods in ancient times ended, and cracks appeared in the world, so the two indigenous gods saw the vastness of the multiverse, and the God of Disaster directly entered the wizard world.

"The rules of world balance exist, and I really can't kill you."

After a while, the God of Disaster spoke faintly, saying: "But if all the divine power is taken away, what is the difference between you and death?"

"Don't worry, the God of Blood Killing will not disappear."

"It's just that this authority needs to be taken by someone else..."

After that, the God of Disaster waved his hand, and the remaining more than 30 evil beast kings brazenly launched a suicide attack on Sayenu. In the dark forest, the diffused black fog seemed to boil at this moment, and the flames transformed by the crimson divine power were suppressed.

A bright red dark forest was once again shrouded in darkness.

Saya, who was controlled by the God of Disaster, also dragged the broken sword and rushed towards the father-like God of Blood Killing. There was a faint gleam of resistance in his eyes, but he could not break free from the control of thousands of years.

"Come down, endless fog!"

The God of Disaster shouted on the spot, and the tentacles on his face waved, and the eyes on his face closed one after another. Above the sky shrouded in darkness, huge eyeballs appeared.

Hula!

At the same time, in the dark sea of ​​trees, black trees, driven by the power of disaster, seemed to come alive, twisted and attacked Sayenu, and branches like devil claws came all over the sky.

"Hmph!"

Sayenu snorted coldly, and the crimson power burst out again. From his arms, fine red lines appeared faintly. The power turned into flames and burned, dispersing the black fog that invaded from the surroundings.

Then, Sayenu swung the red giant sword fiercely.

A giant burrowing worm evil beast king was cut in half by the scarlet sword energy. The bloated and broken body struggled on the ground, but soon it became motionless and turned into rotten flesh and black mist.

Not far away, the God of Disaster looked indifferent.

For everything today, he had prepared for several years. As long as he could overthrow the rule of the God of Blood Killing, any price would be worth it. The nearly one hundred evil beast kings in the Dark Forest were the power he had accumulated for thousands of years of the Black Mist Season, but now they were all used as cannon fodder.

"Go, my children!"

The God of Disaster muttered to himself, hoarsely saying, "As long as you can consume Sayenu's divine power, you will not be sacrificed in vain. When I become the only ruler of this world, you will all be resurrected again."

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On the other side, the Dark Forest.

The fiery red sky, which was originally reflected by the scarlet divine power, suddenly fell into darkness in the last moment. The faint mist around it surged again, as if it had suppressed everything again and became the main theme of the Dark Forest.

"It's... dark?"

At the original place, Enzo frowned slightly, and a trace of solemnity appeared on his face. The changes in the dark forest seemed to symbolize the confrontation between the God of Blood Killing and the God of Disaster. The fog covered the earth, which obviously meant that the God of Disaster had the upper hand.

"It seems... the God of Disaster still has a trump card!"

Enzo sighed in his heart. As the only two indigenous gods in the world, no matter how he thought, the God of Disaster could not have no trump card. Enzo was mentally prepared for everything that happened now.

While thinking, Enzo quickened his pace.

No matter how this war of gods went, it would not be a bad thing for Enzo, unless the God of Blood Killing was defeated by the God of Disaster and did not cause any harm to the other party, then Enzo might have to run away.

And in order to avoid all this.

Enzo must join the war of gods as soon as possible, give the God of Blood Killing some help, and let him become the 'winner' in this war of gods.

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Deep in the dark forest.

The crimson divine power and the black mist were colliding fiercely, and the piercing roars continued to sound. With each swing of Sayenu's red giant sword, a king of evil beasts would fall.

However, even after killing one king of evil beasts after another, Sayenu's eyes became more and more gloomy, and his chest even began to rise and fall violently, showing the rapid consumption of divine power.

Bang!

A punch suddenly blasted out, knocking Sayen out.

On the spot, Sayenu's face was gloomy and looked a little embarrassed. The ghost mask on his face was broken, revealing half of his resolute face. The pair of fiery red wings behind him were bleeding and drooped down somewhat powerlessly.

Above the dark sky, pairs of single eyes stared down.

Not far away, the God of Disaster had transformed into his original body, and his huge body was waving ferocious tentacles. There were only twelve kings of evil beasts under his command, but the eyes of the God of Disaster were full of excitement.

Because the God of Blood Killing had begun to weaken.

The crimson divine power lost its initial frenzy, and the Bloodthirsty God's condition was obviously getting worse. As the God of Disaster joined the battle, Sayenu even suffered injuries.

"How long can you hold on if this continues?"

In midair, the huge body of the God of Disaster slowly floated, and the tentacles full of teeth continued to swallow and spit out the power of black mist. The single eye in the sky stared at the bottom.

"If you have any trump cards, use them as soon as possible."

The God of Disaster spoke faintly. Even though the current situation was under his control, the God of Disaster would not be so stupid as to think that the Bloodthirsty God had no trump cards and dared to choose to fight him in the dark forest.

On the opposite side, Sayenu's eyes were cold.

As the initiator of this war of gods, he naturally could not be unprepared, but since it was used as a trump card, it should have been used at the last moment, but now facing the oppression of the God of Disaster, he could only reveal it in advance.

"Hu——"

Sayenu stood up on the spot, exhaled slowly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and then took out a red crystal from his arms, hesitated for a moment and crushed it with force.

"It can only be like this!" Sayenu's face was gloomy.

The price paid for using this trump card was something Sayenu was unwilling to bear. He originally thought he was invincible, and even from the beginning, he did not intend to use this trump card until he understood the plan of the God of Disaster, Brahma.

If the trump card is not revealed, then Sayenu is likely to fall!

As the red crystal shattered, a blood-red light shot up into the sky in an instant, and then like a meteor, it turned into a series of silk threads and streaked towards all parts of the world.

"Is this your trump card?" The God of Disaster danced his tentacles.

After the red crystal was broken, it did not emit too much power, but it seemed like some kind of signal, which was transmitted to every tribe of the War Ghost Clan all over the world.

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Sulu Plain.

In the Gaosuo tribe, which occupies the most resource-rich area of ​​the plain, all the blood warriors appeared in the square. Looking at the red silk thread passing through the sky, the leader, the furious warrior Okalun, breathed rapidly.

"This is..." Okalun's face turned pale.

In the central square of the Gaosuo tribe, under the huge God-given stone tablet, in an unknown underground palace, a burly old man sitting alone on the animal bone throne with a bone pendant hanging around his neck slowly raised his head.

"Is this day finally here?"

The burly old man muttered to himself, a trace of loneliness appeared on his face, and his originally turbid eyes were slowly covered with blood red. His self-will gradually disappeared, and he stood up like a puppet and walked out of the dark underground palace.

Third-level life form, tyrant!

In the cultivation system of the War Ghost Clan, the first-level life is called the Red Stripe Warrior, the second-level life is called the Furious Warrior, and the third-level life is called a tyrant.

Every tyrant is a puppet of God!

When the Bloodthirsty God needs them, they will be deprived of their own will and become part of the Bloodthirsty God. This is the fate of every tyrant, and it can also be regarded as a curse.

In the Gaosuo tribe, a burly old man walked out of the underground palace.

Like a walking corpse, he came under the God-given stele. With a loud shout, his burly body exploded directly, turning into a crimson blood mist and merging into the God-given stele.

In an instant, a red light shot up into the sky.

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War Ghost World, Golner Valley.

The magnificent and solid city walls formed a fortress at the entrance of the valley. The Golner Kingdom, jointly established by hundreds of War Ghost tribes, is located in this vast valley.

The War Ghost Clan generally exists in the form of tribes.

But if a tribe becomes strong through constant conquest and has a population of more than one million, then this tribe will also be qualified to become a kingdom, just like the Kingdom of Collen.

The Kingdom of Collen, with five million people, is one of the thirty-seven kingdoms in the War Ghost World. As the king, Collen is already four hundred years old. In his early years, he fought in many battles and conquered a large territory.

In the palace of the Kingdom of Collen.

On the throne made of gold, the elderly Collen was enjoying the service of the female slaves, but as a red light flashed across the sky, an indescribable expression suddenly appeared on his old face.

Gradually, his eyes lost their luster.

The tyrant who conquered the Kingdom of Collen violently pushed away the female slaves serving around him and came to the deepest part of the palace like a walking corpse, under a huge stone tablet given by God.

Like the tyrant of the Gosso tribe, Collen's body exploded in an instant.

The crimson blood mist merged into the God-given stele, as if it turned into a red light that rushed straight into the sky. The ministers of the Kingdom of Gollen, who hurried over, looked at the scene in front of them in astonishment, and seemed a little at a loss.

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At the same time, all over the War Ghost world.

Similar things are happening constantly. After the Blood-killing God in the Dark Forest crushed the red crystal, it seemed to trigger some kind of restriction. One by one, the third-level life forms of the War Ghost Clan lost their self-will.

The tyrants came to the God-given stele like puppets and committed suicide.

The power of the third-level life forms was projected into the sky through the God-given stele, and then gathered into a majestic crimson divine power, which rushed directly to the Dark Forest, broke through the restriction of the rules, and poured into Sayenu's body.

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Deep in the Dark Forest.

The crimson divine power rushed down from the sky and landed on Sayenu. The majestic divine power made the Blood-killing God roar loudly, and it spread around like a burning flame.

In an instant, the king of the three evil beasts turned into ashes.

At the same time, the scarlet divine power rushed straight into the sky like a sharp sword. Above the dark sky, eyeballs made sharp cries, and then flowed out black mist-like liquid, slowly closing.

"Is this... your trump card?"

The God of Disaster retreated to the back, waving his tentacles to release the power of black mist to offset the erosion of the scarlet divine power. Fanmo laughed strangely and said, "Using the life of the blood descendants to transform into divine power to replenish yourself, is this your method, Sayenu?"

On the huge body of the God of Disaster, each eyeball showed a playful luster, mocking, "It's ridiculous. The War Ghost Clan regards you as the Father God, but you regard them as blood food. What's the difference between such means and those of an evil god like me?"

Sayenu remained silent and digested the divine power that flowed into his body.

At the cost of Wushiliu's life as a tyrant, the divine power obtained by the blood sacrifice instantly restored the state of the God of Blood Killing to its peak. Although in the process of this divine power flowing into the body, it was consumed by the rules of the Dark Sea of ​​Trees and almost lost half of the divine power, it was enough.

As the God of Disaster said, this is the trump card of the God of Blood Killing.

Sayenu used blood killing as authority, and his greatest means was to use and control blood and life. He managed the War Ghost World for thousands of years. The footprints of the War Ghost Clan traveled all over the world, except for the Dark Sea of ​​Trees.

Every War Ghost Clan can become Sayenu's blood food.

By devouring the lives of the War Ghosts, this power can be transformed into divine power. Sayenu has almost inexhaustible divine power. Although he is in the dark forest at the moment, ordinary War Ghosts cannot perform blood sacrifices, but those tyrants are not included.

"No point in talking, Fanmo!"

Sayenu slowly opened his eyes, and his pair of blood-red wings, under the infusion of crimson divine power, also regained their luster. The Blood-Slaying God glanced at the few remaining evil beast kings and said coldly.

"The battle between you and me has just begun!"

"That's right, Sayenu!"

The God of Disaster laughed wildly and growled, "Originally, those evil beast kings were just to consume your divine power. I'm not stupid enough to really think that I can kill you with them."

"Next, it's our turn!"

The real war between gods is about to break out. The previous tentative confrontation can be declared over. The God of Bloodthirst used his trump card and sacrificed all the third-level life forms of the War Ghost Clan's tyrants, and the evil beast kings under the command of the God of Disaster were few and far between.

"I will have fun with you!"

The God of Disaster laughed grimly and said, "After today's events, no matter what the result is, your War Ghost Clan will suffer a catastrophe. Without the protection of the tyrants, I want to see how those tribes can resist the attacks of the evil kings."

There are few evil beast kings left, and all the tyrants have been sacrificed.

And in the hands of the God of Disaster, there are still ten evil kings that have not been used. This power is enough to sweep across the entire War Ghost Clan.