As Zhang Lisheng's clear voice echoed, the wings on the girl's back flapped as she entered the stairwell. Only at this moment did the survivors, who had witnessed the miracle with their own eyes, finally snapped back to reality and begged in unison, wanting to get the redemption of the extraordinary existence standing in the sun with a halo condensing behind him.
However, since the young man had already heard the news he wanted, it was apparent that the young man, who had always been incompatible with the word 'kind,' had no intention of continuing to delay and waste his divine power. Leaping up high abruptly, his body turned into nothingness as he passed through the floors and came to the highest floor of the building. All of the partitions had been opened up, and it was a huge hall with an area of 2,000 to 3,000 square meters.
Zhang Lisheng looked around after revealing his body. He saw that the low ceiling depicted the scene of the approaching storm at dawn. The brushwork made one feel as though the chilly hurricane was hovering above their heads, and it was so realistic that it was as though the cold hurricane was hovering above their heads.
The wallpaper on the four walls was a pattern of a blazing black flame, with lines of blood and tears dripping from the charred faces. The human heads with their mouths wide open were faintly visible in the fire, as though they were wailing miserably at the only decoration on the four walls, an inverted cross nailed to them.
Under his feet were clusters of intricate messy lines that were independent yet interconnected to form an abstract picture of a flame-like red giant's corpse that was stepping on the clouds, with blood spilling everywhere.
"It's indeed a good idea to hide the sacrificial blood formation in the ghost graffiti." Zhang Lisheng observed the surroundings for a long time and reached out to draw in the air in front of his chest. Crystal clear water mist flashed on his fingertips, and not long after, he drew a six-sided rectangle full of complicated lines. He breathed a long sigh of relief. "Your Lordship, you've spent so much effort. Can you tell me what you're after?"
The instant the young man's words left his mouth, a gush of thick black fog suddenly rose from the red giant's head that had been chopped off in the middle of the hall. The space at the edge of the fog shattered like glass, revealing an altar made of swollen dark green corpses.
"I've never met a second person who can nihilate in my life. You must be Sir Dragon Fang, right?" A tall man wearing a simple black robe, whose face was inexplicably hidden by a dark shadow, appeared on the corpse altar. After swallowing all the black fog shrouding the altar into his stomach in one breath, he looked at Zhang Lisheng and asked in an elegant manner.
"It's me, Your Lordship. I was wandering on the streets of New York and suddenly saw a building collapsing due to the radiation of the dark believers. I recognized that it was your doing, so I came to see my old friend." The young man shrugged.
"You can recognize my power, but you don't know the function of the blood sacrifice ritual that I cast." The Lord's red eyes stared at the figure that was much shorter than him who was hidden in a quaint armor not far away. with an unfathomable brilli. "Looks like not only did you not notice of my message on the New York LightZone website, but you also did not learn the Dark Walker's spell.
You seem to have mastered another kind of power, a power that makes me smell the stale smell of hypocrisy … "
In the face of the Lord's ferocious malice, Zhang Lisheng nodded indifferently. Without warning, he wantonly released his divine power, causing the floor and walls of the hall that were covered with secret formations to surge. It was as though some kind of monster was about to break out of the cement shell. "I didn't choose to become a Dark Walker but chose another kind of power that can be said to be the complete opposite, the power to create life!"
With the help of the faith stone of the burning soil armor, the young man unleashed his strength and completely reversed the situation in an instant. After becoming a demigod, the Lord, who thought that his strength had increased tremendously, exclaimed in shock, "Y-You've become His Majesty?
No! This is impossible! Impossible! Y-You don't even know how to use the power of faith, so how can you become a god … "
"This world is already so crazy, so what else is impossible?" Zhang Lisheng sneered and whispered.
Upon hearing this and seeing that the creation was about to break out of the wall, the Lord screamed in despair, "Your Majesty, please don't! Please don't destroy the formation! I've put in a lot of effort to carry out this ritual …"
Initially, he did not expect that the cunning and cold Dragon Fang would stop because of his pleading, but to his surprise, the instant his words left his mouth, the hall returned to its tranquility.
"Your Lordship, you should thank your good luck. I initially thought that the reason you carried out a large-scale bloody sacrifice in the downtown of the capital was to summon the evil god of the foreign world. That's why I appeared, but I didn't expect that you didn't betray the Earth.
Since this is the case, there's no essential conflict between us, so I have no intention of acting as a messenger of justice. "Calculating that he would need to consume at least one-third of the faith stones to destroy the blood sacrifice formation and allow the creation to be born, Zhang Lisheng retracted his divine power in shock and pretended to be profound." But you must tell me, what is the purpose of the blood sacrifice?
Let me give you a piece of advice, don't try to deceive a god. "
"I want to summon the twilight projection of the Skeleton Throne of the ancient dark god, Gregopan, and obtain a trace of his great power before his eternal sleep, Your Majesty," The Lord hesitated for a while and said covertly. However, he did not expect that after becoming a god, the young man's understanding of the path of the gods had far exceeded his imagination. He could easily hear the profound meaning hidden under the simple words.
"Great power?" Zhang Lisheng burst out laughing. "You actually want to sacrifice the souls and flesh of hundreds of mortals to steal the power of the Skeleton Throne and become a new dark god?
Your Lordship, your whimsical thinking is really indescribable. "
"Your Majesty, I don't have your talent and luck. After I've become a demigod by relying on the faith stones obtained from cooperating with you to ignite the divine fire, I can only rely on whimsical and continuous attempts to obtain greater power," The Lord was stunned. His tone became unusually humble and bitter as he replied.
The young man did not expect that the legendary figure who had been standing at the peak of the Darkwalker for hundreds of years would actually show such a soft attitude in front of him. Instead, he faintly felt that the Lord's words were not true. Right at this moment, a lightbulb went off in his head as he shouted, "The Atlanteans are also included in your sacrifice!"
"Offering a lamb can get the god's blessing.
Offering a golden bull can get the god's blessing.
Offering a living human or animal can get the magical power bestowed by the god.
If you want to obtain the god's supreme power and become his successor, you must offer a sacrifice that is 10,000 times more valuable. "Now that things had reached the most critical point, in order to make the biggest variable disappear, the Lord admitted frankly," Even if I know that it's a trap, the hypocritical Atlanteans will still step on such a disaster that I've caused in the heart of New York.
They master the power of light and fire, which is the opposite of 'darkness.' If they use their lives as a stake in the sacrificial ritual to kill such a powerful warrior and offer their flesh and blood, it's very likely that they'll win the favor of the Dark Will. In this case, there's always a chance that they can obtain a trace of the power of the Skeleton Throne. "
As the demigod's dark believer was speaking, the wall on the top floor of the building by the window began to vaporize in the hot laser rays. Strangely, even though there was no attachment, the picture on the wall did not fall off at all.
"I can feel a lot of dark power surging here. It's indeed a trap. All sergeants, listen to my orders! Raise the light stone to the maximum ignition point and focus your fire on it!" Outside the building, an Atlantean sergeant who had transformed into a dazzling light ball floated in the air and looked at the formation pattern that was shrouded by the billowing black fog in front of him as he ordered loudly.
At once, the hundreds of Atlantean warriors surrounding the building stopped their attack at the same time. Their hands that were stretched out horizontally slowly clasped together, and the light stones in their palms began to emit a more and more intense light, as though they were repelling and rubbing against each other.
Looking at the brilliance shining like a star, Zhang Lisheng said nonchalantly, "The reason you wanted to attack me just now is also because of the lack of sacrifices, right? But you don't have to worry now, Your Lordship. There's at least one sergeant major, three stellar sergeants, 12 planetary sergeants … It's enough for you to use as a sacrifice. No, I should say it's more than enough.
I don't have a good impression of the Atlanteans either, but given the malice you've shown just now, I won't help you either. For this reason, I can only wish that both of you will perish together. "His body instantly turned into nothingness and disappeared without a trace.
"This kind of blood sacrifice ceremony to become a god is inherently risky, so I've long been prepared to sacrifice myself. It's already a very good ending to perish together. Thank you for your blessing, Your Majesty Dragon Fang." Upon seeing that the variable had disappeared, the Lord had an unconcealable joy on his face. However, he did not curse rudely at all. Instead, he bowed politely at the place where the young man stood just now.
After that, this prestigious figure among the Mi Continent's Darkwalkers opened his mouth and exhaled an endless stream of black fog, covering the corpse altar in front of him and his own body. At the same time, endless scarlet blood seeped out of his bare feet and continued to spread, turning the ground into a shallow dark red pool.
The instant the blood pool was formed, a hymn of "Ahhh lalalala …" drifted out from it and lingered in the sky above New York.
Bewitched by the heavenly and graceful voice, the weakest few Atlantean sergeants who were floating around the building gradually had an intoxicated smile on their faces. Without warning, they commanded the light stones to fly into the picture hanging in the air.
"It's just like the saying goes, who would dare to go to Liangshan if they don't have three?" Zhang Lisheng, who had already stolen a shirt and a pair of shorts from the shop that had already been emptied, was still standing under a sycamore tree on the street with his backpack slung over his shoulder.
Looking up at the light balls disappearing from the top floor of the building in the distance, he murmured in admiration, "I wonder if the other strange characters will still be willing to stay dormant now that the Darkwalkers who have been hiding in the dark for hundreds of years have already made their move.
The American superpower users with less than 300 years of history have already begun to fight against Atlantis, so will the superpower users of the other ancient countries with thousands of years of civilization be willing to continue to succumb?
I hope this is a good sign … "
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