"Gandhi, for the great Daznak Family, for Yuankai, for Slave Bay, for the Guise Empire, for the peaceful future of the world's people, you … go! Throw yourself into the arms of the Lord of Light, Lahlo, is also a good home, "the Virtuous Lord said with red and swollen eyes as he looked at his nephew who was dragging the chains with a clattering sound.
Hmm, his eyes were not red and swollen like a sorrowful person who was holding back his tears. Instead, he looked like a leader who had lost half of his public funds in Macau and was gritting his teeth as he placed his final bet on the betting table.
"Virtuous Lord, you are mistaken. Your nephew will not enter the kingdom of the Lord of Light. The object of your sacrifice is Lord Lahlo, the Shadow Demon!" A strangely dressed old woman beside him chuckled.
The old woman was leaning on a walking stick and had a hunched back. She had yellowish-black old skin and sparse hair. Her wrinkled cheeks were inlaid with a piece of red jade. She wore a tight black top that revealed her two breasts.
Hmm, she purposely made two holes in her chest. They looked like shriveled eggplants that had been exposed to the sun for ten days. They swayed left and right as the old woman walked. There was even a palm-sized metal ring at the top of the eggplants.
Judging from her attire, the old woman should have come from one of the three fortress cities of the descendants of Haer Cologne.
Hmm, the descendants of Haer Cologne were destroyed by the Juggernauts. The remaining survivors fled into the three fortresses and gradually developed into the three fortress cities of Shamiliana, Kayakayanaya, and Bayasabhad.
Perhaps it was because too many men had died in the war, or perhaps it was because they despised men for being useless and a disgrace to the legendary hero, Hyrcolon (Yasser Ahai). After the country was destroyed by the Zebra people, the descendants of Hyrcolon became a purely feminist society.
Before the women of the new era learned how to walk, they had to learn how to ride a horse and climb. Starting from childhood, every woman had to master the skills of using a bow, spear, knife, and slingshot.
Adult female warriors who passed the test would have their faces inlaid with rubies and metal rings pierced through their skin. They would also not shy away from revealing their strong chest muscles …
As for men …
Unfortunately, there were not many men left.
The Three Citadels strictly followed the policy that ninety-nine out of every hundred boys would be castrated before they reached adulthood and become eunuchs, serving the city in a variety of service jobs — scribes, priests, scholars, servants, cooks, farmers, artisans, and so on.
Only the most intelligent, the strongest, the most courteous, and the most elegant boy could keep his little Gigi, continue to grow, and have children with a hundred "fierce Spartans."
Is this policy good?
Even the scholars of Westeros could not tell, but ever since the woman took power, the zebra people in the east, the horse people in the west, and the barbarians in the mountains could no longer bully the descendants of Haer Cologne as they had in the past.
And this old woman in front of him was one of those 'fierce women'.
The people of Xingis spent half a year to invite her from thousands of miles away.
The Virtuous Lord glanced at the old woman and asked: "Aren't the Light Monarch and the Shadow Demon Lahlo?"
There was a deep fear in his eyes as he looked at her.
The Virtuous Lord was not an idiot. He would not believe in an old woman from the Far East for no reason.
A few days ago, when the fleet captain introduced the old woman to him, the Virtuous Lord told him directly: If he could not see the true power of the gods with his own eyes, he would rather waste a little more time and go to the Red Temple of Volantis to find the Red God High Priest than hire her.
Then the old woman performed a 'ghostly shadow' in his great pyramid.
That night, under the red light of the bonfire, countless demons crawled out of the wall and took away the souls of ten slaves as sacrifices.
Seeing the twisted shadow tear another shadow from a living person, the Virtuous Lord did not dare to perform a sacrificial ritual in his pyramid.
"Hahaha …" The old woman laughed strangely. "Virtuous Lord, the Light Monarch is the Red God, the God of Fire, and the Shadow Demon is the Shadow of Light, the Dark Demon.
The combination of gods and demons is the complete Lahlo.
If you want to exchange the soul of the Megalosaurus from the Kingdom of Death, you can only ask for help from the God of Darkness, Lahlo the Devil.
The Kingdom of the Light Monarch belongs to the Red God believers, and the Kingdom of Death controlled by the Shadow Demon Lahlo is hell. Do you understand?
Your nephew will go to hell!
You have sacrificed your grandson, granddaughter, illegitimate daughter, illegitimate son, and 15 other relatives. They are all waiting for the poor little Gandhi in hell. Hahaha … "
The Virtuous Lord's face was pale, and he kept muttering. "Sure enough, we were right to ban the spread of the Red God belief in the Slave Bay. Lahlo is the devil, the God of Devils!"
"Hahaha, if the great Lahlo is the devil, what are you, who prayed to him for miracles?" The old woman sneered.
"And as I said, the Light Monarch and the Shadow Demon are two completely different things. The Red God Priestess who believes in the Light Monarch is different from me, a Witch who studies Black Witchcraft.
I don't believe in the Light Monarch at all, and the Priestess who believes in the Light Monarch may not be able to help you with the sacrificial ritual, unless she also studies Black Witchcraft while believing in the Light Monarch.
So, New Guise invited me, an expert in the 'Demon Sacrificial Ritual' from afar, and did not look for the Red God Archbishop of Volantis who teaches thousands of people.
You fool, do you understand what I'm saying? "
This old woman was the same as the Witch Mili who cursed Danny. They believed in the traditional gods of their own people, but studied the Shadow Demon's Black Witchcraft as a subject.
Lahlo, the Shadow Demon, did not care if the Black Witchcraft believed in him or not. As long as the other party mastered the technique of sacrificing to him, he would give different responses according to the sacrifice.
"You …" The Virtuous Virtuous Lord's thin face was red and green. She said with hatred, "Why have I sacrificed fifteen … No, including my three sons who died under the Dragon Flame, eighteen blood descendants have entered Lahlo's kingdom. Why haven't the dragon eggs hatched yet?"
The old woman shrugged and said casually, "I don't know."
"Are you kidding me?" The Virtuous Lord was furious.
The old woman sighed and said helplessly, "I've said it before … In theory, by sacrificing blood relatives, you can exchange part of the Megalosaurus' soul fragment from the Shadow Demon. I've even shown you how to use ten slaves to save a dead person — "
The Virtuous Lord waved her hand and interrupted her impatiently. "Save an idiot who can't speak and can't think!"
"Yes, you are very lucky to have met an idiot." The old woman nodded and said seriously.
"Lucky? Is there something wrong with your brain? "The Virtuous Lord sneered.
"Hehehe …" The old woman's dark red eyes flashed with countless black shadows. She said faintly, "Who do you think the sacrifice is? Where did the soul fragment come from? "
"The Shadow Demon, Lahlo, the soul fragment from hell!"
"What can there be in hell? If the thing that returns to the human world is not a crazy evil spirit, you should be shouting 'Lahlo, the King of Light, bless'! "
"Okay!" The Virtuous Lord understood the meaning of the old woman's words. He gritted his teeth and said, "Even if it hatches an idiot dragon that can fly and breathe fire, I'll accept it.
But that woman only lost three relatives, and she hatched three smart and flawless dragons. Why didn't I get a crazy dragon even though I lost eighteen relatives? "
"Are you stupid?" The old woman looked at him with disdain and asked, "What kind of blood do you have, and what kind of blood do you have?
Your family's ancestor is a branch of the great nobility of Valleglia, but how many generations have you had mixed blood?
Other than the high-quality pure-blood of Valleglia, how many dragons have been hatched in the history of Targaryen?
Those dozens and hundreds of dragons have all died and returned to the Kingdom of Death. But as soon as they hear their master's call, they will immediately break free from the shackles of death and return to the human world from hell.
For example, that black dragon must be the reincarnation of Bellerion.
Your family has no dragons to summon in hell, so you can only pray to the Shadow Demon to be merciful and give you a piece of the Megalosaurus' soul fragment. "
"Then what will it take for him to be merciful to me?" The Virtuous Lord roared.
The old woman stared at the golden dragon egg on the stone platform for a while, and said with a ghostly voice, "Perhaps, he has already responded to you. I saw a few small shadows in the dragon egg.
Virtuous Lord, please understand that the gods are never merciful, but the demons are crueler than the gods.
The good thing of exchanging the blood of a few branches for a Megalosaurus will never happen to you.
Think about that Dragon Queen, her father, brother, nephew, niece, mother, loyal servant, second brother, husband, and only son. They are all dead, and there is only one Targaryen left in the world … "
"What about you?" The old woman turned her head, and her cold and mocking dark red eyes met the Virtuous Lord's.
"Thump, thump, thump …" The Virtuous Lord staggered back a few steps, turned his head, and said in a hoarse voice, "Is it really … necessary?"
"It should be said that even then, you may not get what you want. It's like you want a complete living person, but I can only help you revive an idiot. "
Uh, it was also because Danny Rize's life was too tragic, and the process of hatching a dragon was exactly the same as Shadow Demon Lahlo's black magic theory of 'exchanging a living soul for a dead soul'.
Danny just casually said a few words of speculation that she saw on the forum in her past life, and the others felt like they had finally found the truth.
The Virtuous Lord used his trembling hands to support himself against the wall, and asked with great difficulty, "Then … can I stop it?"
"Yes, of course, you can quit at any time." The old woman pointed at Gandi who was still howling with her walking stick. "How about we stop burning today?"
The Virtuous Lord looked at his nephew with an inexplicable expression …
"Mourinho, you idiot raised by a mule, I curse the entire Daznak family to go to hell, hahaha … Do you know Diya? Your secret lover, her ventriloquism is amazing, I've tried it with my big sword … Hahaha, long live the Mother Of Dragons, long live the Megalosaurus, Yuan Kai will be conquered, hahaha … "
"Uh, looks like we have to continue burning …" The old woman touched her nose and laughed.
The Virtuous Lord spat out a word fiercely, "Burn!"
"Haha …"
The old woman slammed the black jade-like wooden stick on the stone floor, and shouted in an ancient Far Eastern language, "Lord of Shadows, you are the shadow in the fire, the only god in the shadow! Lahlo, I offer you a blood sacrifice, please perform a miracle for the people around me! "
"Boom!"
The Flame Stigmata on the reverse spiral vortex pattern suddenly burst into flames, and Gandi who was drenched in olive oil was ignited together with the firewood beside him …
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