Beast God Calendar, Year 13775, 18th of November.
It was also the 15th day since the Witches invaded the Johnson Plane. The blood sacrifice ceremony that was expected had finally begun!
Before dawn, a strong smell of blood had already enveloped the entire Drywater City. More than two hundred thousand Orcs who had been captured by the Witches in the early stage had instantly become souls under the sword, dying in the secret and terrifying blood sacrifice ceremony.
The main sacrificial ground was, of course, arranged in the tallest and most magnificent hall in Drywater City.
This used to be the temple of the Beast God, but now it had become the main sacrificial ground for the massacre of the Beast God's believers. The cruelty and bloodshed of the world were always like this, making people sigh and feel helpless.
Up to fifty thousand Orc believers had their throats slit and were pushed into a temporarily dug deep pit. Warm blood flowed out of the grotesquely twisted corpses and gathered at the bottom of the pit. As more and more Orcs were pushed into the deep pit, the blood slowly overflowed and began to soak the corpses at the bottom of the pit in the viscous red blood.
The souls of the dead Orcs slowly drifted out of the corpses and floated towards the high sky according to the laws of the plane. However, when they came into contact with the mud wall near the pit, mysterious runes that emanated magical fluorescence appeared and repelled them.
The souls that could not smoothly return to the Mother Stream of Souls became restless, and the eyes of the originally dull and lifeless illusory faces lit up with a glaring red light. They either crazily crashed into the mud wall, or stumbled in the pile of corpses, or cowered and cried on their knees …
Many souls seemed to be unable to accept the reality that they were already dead. They were still wandering in the pile of corpses, trying to find their own bodies and return to the warm and peaceful world.
As the Orcs continued to die, more and more Orc souls gathered in the deep pit. This place had simply become a noisy and noisy market. Wandering souls and ear-piercing screams filled one's eyes and ears.
On the soil platform at the edge of the deep pit, more than ten disheveled black-robed witches looked at each other and began to dance a strange and ridiculous dance around the pit of corpses. Following their vague evil prayers, an evil power slowly flowed into the bottom of the pit, where it began to germinate.
A moment later, a seed of evil that had been buried at the bottom of the pit broke out of the ground, and a black bud extended out of the blood and corpses.
Relying on the strong death aura of the corpse pit and the joint efforts of the many Witches of Pain, this strange sprout began to grow and strengthen rapidly.
Bam bam bam …
The sprout actually opened a mouth full of fine white teeth and began to gulp down the blood in the pit of corpses. Its stem, which was originally only as thick as a finger, began to rapidly expand and thicken. Through the dark outer wall of the stem, one could vaguely see the cheerfully flowing blood-colored juice and lumps of muscles that had yet to be digested.
Amidst a strange hissing sound, the small tip of the sprout split open, and a dozen or so gossamer like tentacles stretched out from within.
As the tender shoot swelled and grew stronger, the tentacles also began to grow thicker and stronger.
In the blink of an eye, these tentacles had become as thick as a python's. They twisted and wriggled, and suddenly pierced into the surrounding Orc corpses. Then, they crazily split, grew, and drilled into the Orc's body. With the sound of swallowing, the Orc Warrior's originally strong and majestic body began to wither at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Before the nutrients in the Orc's body were completely devoured, new snake-like tentacles drilled out of the corpses' eyes, ears, mouths, and noses. Then, they crazily pierced into the new body.
It was like an evil tree that continued to grow crazily by devouring flesh and blood. In the blink of an eye, the snake-like vine tentacles had pierced through every Orc corpse in the deep pit and hung them on its branches. From afar, the tens of thousands of Orc corpses looked like fruits, hanging on this strange and creepy evil tree.
Not only did the evil tree catch all the Orc corpses in one fell swoop, the trunk of this evil tree that was already as thick as 50 meters cracked open again, and a dense swarm of strange gray mosquitoes flew out from within. These mosquitoes were like a black tide that quickly surged towards the Orc souls.
An Orc soul that was originally incorporeal was suddenly covered in these gray mosquitoes, scaring the Orc soul so much that it started to wail miserably. However, with a strange sucking sound, the Orc soul's wails became softer and softer, and its Soul Shadow also became fainter and fainter.
Finally, as the gray mosquitoes dispersed with a whoosh, the Orc soul that was originally surrounded had completely disappeared!
Although these Orc souls had lost most of their memories, they still retained their instinctive ferocity and fear of death. Some Orc souls were so frightened that they dodged in all directions, while others roared and charged forward, using their fists and legs to fight the gray mosquitoes.
Unfortunately, these gray mosquitoes were the nemesis of Spirits. No matter how the Orc souls resisted and attacked, they couldn't hurt them at all. On the other hand, their long suckers could easily pierce into the Soul Shadow, and collect the pure Soul Energy of the other party.
The gray mosquitoes with bloated stomachs would fly back to the evil tree, and give the pure Soul Energy they had absorbed to the evil tree itself. This action immediately sped up the growth and strengthening of the evil tree.
A strange black barrier started to appear around the evil tree. Under the cover of the barrier, the law chains of the Johnson Plane appeared like silver chains. The strange evil tree reached out with snake-like tentacles, slowly extending towards the law chains of the plane.
When the silver law chains came into contact with the black tentacles of the evil tree, a strange sound that made one's teeth ache and legs go weak sounded. Amidst the thick black smoke, the Johnson Plane's laws began to exert a powerful backlash on the evil tree.
The evil tree, which had been incomparably powerful just a moment ago, immediately burst open with bloody holes. Large amounts of blood, bones, and flesh splattered out. The evil tree writhed and trembled violently, letting out a sharp cry that shook people's hearts.
The evil tree didn't have eyes, ears, mouth, or nose, so naturally it couldn't make a sound. This kind of cry only existed on the mental plane.
All the Magi, Orcs, and other living beings in Drywater City heard this strange cry. Those with stronger mental fortitude were better off, and managed to resist the invasion of the mental cry. Those who were rank 1 and below jumped high into the air, purplish-black snakes of blood seeping out of their eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. Their minds had suffered quite a bit of damage.
Many individuals with weak Mental Energy even died from the aftermath of this Mental Energy wave!
Almost all of the Tier 1 Wizards that Grimm had brought into the Johnson Plane were injured. They held their heads in their hands and cried out in pain. As for the gnome engineers and technicians, not a single one was spared. They all died from the mental attack.
"This won't do. The Decaying Root isn't gaining any advantage against the plane's laws! Quick … Bring the high-grade offerings here … "Cthuna, the leader of the Witches of Death, who had been observing intently, shouted loudly.
Under her command, the orcs who were tied up were brought to the edge of the pit of corpses, and then pushed in while they were still alive.
Seeing the layers upon layers of corpses in the pit, as well as the strange and terrifying evil tree, the orcs twisted their bodies and cursed the witches. However, at this moment, countless black tentacles burrowed out of the pile of corpses, burrowing into their eyes, ears, mouths, and noses, drilling around under their brownish-green skin.
The orcs' curses stopped abruptly.
The scene was once again drowned out by the sounds of people gulping down blood.
With the flesh and souls of this batch of powerhouses as backup, the evil tree that had just lost once again reached out with its black tentacles and forcefully pierced the chains of laws of the plane. Under the violent backlash of the plane, the chains of laws of the plane turned from a deep and reserved silver to a glaring grey.
Suddenly, a strange cry that shook people's hearts rang out.
At this moment, all living beings in the Johnson Plane, regardless of race, gender, strength, or weakness, stopped what they were doing and turned their heads in a daze to look into the distance.
There, something bad seemed to be happening to them …
Only the powerhouses with sharp minds, or those who had already begun to understand the laws of the plane, could deeply feel the intense hatred and anger coming from the plane's consciousness through the vibrations of the laws of the plane.
Someone had deeply angered the plane's consciousness!
It seemed to have even caused some damage to the plane's consciousness.
The powerhouses couldn't help but be shocked.
What was a plane's consciousness?
It didn't have a physical body, and it wasn't just a body of consciousness either. It was a mixture of the consciousness of billions of matter and living beings in the entire plane. Before it grew into a large plane, this plane's consciousness was like a fetus in a plane. It didn't have a complete and independent consciousness, only some simple and crude instincts.
Therefore, when these outsiders used some method to harm it, it felt a threat to its survival. Using this unique method, it deeply imprinted its hatred for the intruders into the souls of all the beings in the plane.
The plane was its body, the plane's consciousness was its crude instinct, and the laws of the plane were the tools it used to control the plane. Now, some outsiders wanted to invade the plane's laws and fight it for control of the plane. This was definitely an unbearable enemy!
Therefore, at this moment, this group of evil witches from the Magus World had successfully upgraded from terrifying enemies to irreconcilable enemies.
Only those who had experienced it would be able to truly understand the terrifying consequences of such a thing!
Grim pushed open the wooden window of his residence and looked at the terrifying dark red sky that looked like a pool of blood. For the first time, he felt the deep malice of the plane's consciousness.
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