In the dark, pitch-black cave.
Chris's entire body was drenched in sweat, and she was still trembling incessantly.
Compared to her, the three Buried Ones next to her were in a worse state. They had already fainted, their eyes rolling back.
Just now, Wu Ming had completely released his aura. Under absolute suppression, he had conducted an inhumane interrogation on them.
As for the three who had fallen to the ground, Wu Ming was not satisfied with their performance, and had subsequently used a soul-searching technique that damaged their souls. Even if they were still alive, there was no guarantee that there would be no repercussions when they woke up.
"My Lord … You are my sky, my earth, my life, my everything …"
Chris, the crazy woman, seemed to have a secret masochistic hobby. She was now drooling, as if she could not wait to kneel down and lick Wu Ming's toes.
"Could this woman be a lunatic …"
Wu Ming secretly rolled his eyes. 'But to be able to survive from such an organisation, it would be abnormal if there were no psychological problems, right?'
Through these few Buried Ones, he finally had a certain understanding of this organisation.
The situation could be said to be mixed.
The bad news was that behind this organisation, there was indeed an existence above rank 6.
The good news was that this existence seemed to be somewhat abnormal. It was not a true god, and had not even descended once. It could only pass on some ambiguous wills, and was even full of contradictions.
The reason for this was naturally because the Ouroboros Clan Lord was not a true god, and could not even be considered a false god!
According to Chris, it should have been a few hundred years ago that the first founder of the Ouroboros Clan had coincidentally received a revelation about an existence from another world.
This existence was not a true god, but had power comparable to one. Through a series of sacrifices, it could bestow power, and even bloodline!
Just like that, relying on sacrifices that were filled with blood and savagery, the Ouroboros Clan began to be secretly established. At first, it was only passed down within a few families.
And in the bodies of the founders of those families, a portion of their bloodline had been transplanted.
In order to pursue the purity of this bloodline, as well as the power contained within, it was only natural that they would marry close relatives.
Incidentally, these Buried Ones were the product of a failed union.
Either there was a flaw in his power, or there was a problem with his mind, or both.
Those who were especially crazy and twisted were all secretly dealt with by the higher-ups, and the rest were used as waste.
Wu Ming, on the other hand, had a different opinion. "It sounds like it … Could it be that the original body of the Infinite Serpent isn't completely dead? It's indeed troublesome … "
A level-eight existence like him had already left his own unique mark in the river of time. Not only was he unique in the universe, but his vitality was also unfathomable.
Even if his main body were to perish, he would only need a little time to revive from the river of time.
Of course, the original body of the Limitless Serpent was more miserable. It encountered a Level Nine almighty, and even its imprint was mostly damaged. After it resurrected, it became the Limitless Serpent, struggling at death's door.
However, Wu Ming had clearly underestimated the vitality of this existence.
Breaking through to the eighth level would require one to recall many clones, but after reaching the eighth level, the Great Overarching Golden Immortal would no longer be restricted in this regard, and could have thousands of clones at any time.
It was not surprising that an existence like the Limitless Serpent would leave behind other clones and backup plans in some hidden dimension or plane.
"From Chris's description, the state of this clone isn't very good …"
Wu Ming stroked his chin, "That's true … Even the True Text Imprint is mostly damaged. No matter where the clone hides, it'll definitely be affected …"
For a level-eight Great Overarching, their main body was a brand in the river of time.
If the brand was not destroyed, it would be fine even if they perished. On the other hand, if the brand was damaged, even if the clone existed in different universes, they would still suffer the same damage at the same time.
"So, this Ouroboros organisation is a clone left behind by the Limitless Serpent's main body. It's hidden in some demiplane, and its consciousness is mostly damaged …"
Wu Ming finally made a conclusion.
He had even devoured the Limitless Serpent, so he naturally would not be afraid of this clone that was half-dead.
"But … this problem has to be dealt with as soon as possible. Moreover, this Ouroboros organisation seems to be worth taking …"
It had to be said that Wu Ming was now a little tempted.
A foundation that had been run by a powerful being for centuries was attractive to him. Even if he had no use for it, the Seer Continent would definitely be of use to him in the future.
Moreover, as someone who had inherited everything from the Limitless Serpent, he did not need to pretend to be one at all. He could easily take over the reigns, just like he did with Chris and the rest.
"Chris!"
At the thought of this, Wu Ming immediately looked at the unbelievably obedient Chris, "Is the Black Serpent in charge of your organisation now?"
"That's right. The Black Serpent has perfectly inherited the Lord's bloodline, and automatically entered the realm of the Saint-realm after coming of age. He's now at an unfathomable level!"
Chris did not hesitate to sell out her teammates.
After all, the information that came from the depths of her bloodline made it impossible for her to resist Wu Ming.
"Where is he?"
Wu Ming asked directly.
"In the Great Southern Swamp, the Black Serpent has another identity on the surface, the Earl of the Black Forest Castle!"
Chris provided another valuable piece of information, "The entire Earl's family flows with the Lord's blood …"
'In fact, it's the bloodline of the Limitless Serpent!'
Wu Ming secretly rolled his eyes, but did not retort. Instead, he ordered, "Bring me there!"
"Yes, my lord! Your will is my destiny! "
Chris nodded solemnly, a bloodthirsty glint appearing in her eyes.
… …
The Great Southern Swamp, at the edge of the Black Forest.
This place was far away from Port Evans, which was located in the east of the continent. Even with the best carriage, it would still take several months to arrive at Port Evans.
Of course, with the support of the various teleportation spells in this world, Wu Ming would only need the blink of an eye to get here.
The Great Southern Swamp belonged to the Bord Kingdom, and the nearby Black Forest region was also quite vast. Of course, because of the harsh environment, there were not many people and production. Hence, the Earl of the Black Forest Castle, who was conferred the title of Earl, did not receive much attention. Within the kingdom, he was just a character that was not as good as the best, but was better than the worst.
In terms of wealth and extravagance, he could not compare to Earl Evans, who controlled the port.
However, the people of the Stan Kingdom did not know that under the mask of the Earl of the Black Forest Castle, there was another unknown identity.
Late at night, the purple halo of the moon shone down.
Within the castle, the Earl of the Black Forest Castle, the leader of the Ouroboros organization, Black Serpent, felt the power of the moon, and a look of intoxication appeared on his face.
"It's time for the sacrifice again. How are the preparations?"
He asked the butler behind him.
"No problem. We've spent a lot of money to collect the best goods. There are a total of eight young girls from different regions. Their ages range from 15 to 18 years old. Moreover, they've all retained their virginity. I'm sure our Lord will like them!"
The butler replied in a rigid tone. From his indifferent attitude, one could tell that this was not the first time something like this had happened.
In reality, as a family with power flowing in their bloodline and more similar to Warlocks, the butler of the Black Forest Castle's family had always been chosen from the most loyal branches. They also had the bloodline bestowed by the great existence in their bodies. They were the Ouroboros' own people, and their loyalty was naturally guaranteed.
"Very good. Also … is there still no news from Chris and the rest?"
Black Serpent frowned. "If they completed the mission, they would inform me immediately. This situation is very unusual …"
"Please forgive me for being blunt!"
The butler bowed slightly. "Miss Chris is not a person who abides by the rules, and Hulk and the rest might have already been killed by her …"
"That's very possible …"
The Earl of the Black Forest Castle sighed and rubbed the space between his eyebrows. "The bloodline that Chris inherited is actually quite perfect, and her talent is also very good. If not for her mental problems, she would definitely be one of the most outstanding descendants of our organization.
"That's why I gave in to her and did not let her become a sacrifice for the Lord!"
As the butler listened, he shuddered.
The existence that bestowed power and bloodline to the Black Forest Castle Family was a crazy and ignorant fellow filled with a thirst for blood.
Not only did he like young and beautiful girls as sacrifices, but he also liked living sacrifices with great power.
Especially if this kind of sacrifice was of his bloodline, it would be even more popular.
Therefore, among the series of failed products produced by intermarriage within the various families, a large portion of them were recycled and disposed of as sacrifices to the gods.
"Master, the ceremony is ready!"
At this moment, the captain of the castle's guards came in, his eyes showing vertical pupils.
It was obvious that most of the higher-ups in this castle were people of the Ouroboros Organisation.
"Mm!"
Hearing his subordinate's report, Black Serpent finally put aside the matter of Chris for the time being, and came to an underground secret chamber with the butler and the captain of the guards.
In the vast underground space, a black altar was rather obvious.
At the top of the cavern, densely packed holes the size of needles could be seen everywhere, allowing traces of purple moonlight to seep through and glow on the altar.
At this moment, the side of the altar was already surrounded by the followers of the Ouroboros Organisation, and in the center were eight panic-looking young girl sacrifices who had been stripped of their clothes.
"I hope that the sacrifices this time will satisfy the Lord!"
Black Serpent looked at this scene and sighed.
For some reason, this being that his family had been worshiping for generations had become very strange in recent times. He rarely even responded to his attempts to communicate with him, and he only knew how to ask for more offerings, as if he had just been severely injured.
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