Chapter 322

Once upon a time there was a mountain on which there was a temple.

There is a hall in the hall, and there is a statue at the end of the hall.

A demon statue, a blue skinned demon.

This is a demon as huge as an ancient dragon, with a pair of detestable wings, a tail as strong as a dragon, wearing steel plate armor to protect important parts, and holding a half length double headed giant sword in his hand.

If this guy really lives, even an ancient dragon will not be stronger and more powerful than it.

The double headed giant sword in its hand can cut off the head of any ancient dragon in one wave. I'm afraid even the ancient white dragon and ancient red dragon of the pandragon family can't stop its giant sword.

Who has such a huge body?

Who can make people feel its horror and majesty just by a statue?

In the center of the hall stood two abyss gates.

One is an arch, the other is a square stone gate.

The two abyss gates are nearly two stories high. They seem to have existed for thousands of years, emitting an ancient and distant atmosphere.

The first abyss gate is missing a third, and the incomplete gate makes up for the gap with the support of some strange energy;

There is also a gap at the top of another abyss door, a gap without the devil's skull.

The missing demon skull floats in front of the first abyss gate.

On the ground below the devil's skull, there is an ancient Dharma array that has existed for many years. The lines are so dense that it is extremely complex.

On top of these ancient Dharma arrays, there are bodies like hills.

There are low-level Warcraft of level 2 and 3, and high-level Warcraft of level 5 and 6.

Surrounded by the ancient Dharma array, four black robed warlocks stood.

At this moment, they all raised their staff, and the green light fell on the door of the abyss.

The ancient Dharma array is activated, and the miserable green light flows in it.

Under the action of some strange magic power, the corpses of Warcraft who served as sacrifices shrank and shriveled rapidly. The lost vitality turned into tragic green evil energy and gathered in the abyss door to form a tragic green vortex.

Four black robed warlocks raised their hands at the same time. One after another, the corpses of Warcraft flew out of their dimensional bags and rings and landed on the ancient Dharma array to maintain the operation of the Dharma array.

The pale green vortex is getting bigger and bigger, rotating faster and faster.

When the last six bodies fell on the ancient Dharma array, the rotation speed of the vortex slowed down suddenly.

There are six corpses of Warcraft almost as huge as the abyss gate. Each body exudes the breath of the superior. It is a pure legend. If any one is alive, it is no worse than the pink boar of level 7.

The six bodies were also slowly disappearing. The abyss gate was activated to the extreme. The vortex no longer rotated, as if it had become an eternal static mirror.

"Great blasphemer, your servant asks for your response!"

"Draco, your most loyal servant, has opened the door of the abyss. Please send a powerful demon lord to come!"

With the sharp sound, the evil energy mirror suddenly fluctuated, and a demon's projection appeared on it.

Seeing this projection, Draco and the other warlocks quickly knelt down.

I can't hide my excitement. Draco is respectful, His voice trembled: "Great 'blasphemer', your generosity makes the world tremble! Your most loyal servant has made all preparations. Under your leadership, we will sweep the whole island of atonement, then the whole principality of Qiandao, and finally call on you to come, destroy this tragic world and make the whole world surrender at your feet! I seem to hear the catchwords from the end of time Your arrival will make the world... Gray! "

The expression of the devil's projection did not fluctuate at all.

He even ignored Draco's excitement.

He has no interest in conquering the world and knows he can't do it.

His goal has never been the world, not even the island, but the vital thing on the island.

He can't cross the world barrier and come to this world, so he can only send subordinates strong enough to seize it for him.

Today is the first step.

"Humble warlock, who do you want to ask for help? Pit lord? Fear Lord? Doomsday Lord? Evil energy Lord? Ghost mother? Destruction witch? Beholder Lord? Void Lord? Legendary Hellfire? Or... Those legendary demonized creatures?"

The voice of the "blasphemer" carries the majesty of the demon God.

One terrible name after another came out of his mouth. There were all kinds of legends and even the existence of legends.

Any demon God in the abyss of the demon world rose over a long period of time and occupied a territory larger than the Empire. There were at least several demigod level demon lords and more low-level Lords.

Those mentioned by the "blasphemer" are low-level Lords.

This is his promise.

Draco's sacrifice is enough to get this level of return, and can only get this level of return.

Calls are limited.

The door of the abyss opens the channel between the two worlds. The more sacrifices, the more energy, the stronger the channel, and the more powerful creatures can pass through.

Although Draco hunted and killed hundreds of Warcraft, including six level 7 Warcraft, the existence of lightning barrier consumes more energy to open two world channels.

To open the channel that allows demigod demons to pass, these Warcraft are not enough.

Ten times more, almost!

The devil's projection stared at Draco, meaning clearly:

Humble warlock, I gave you a choice.

So, what choice would you make?

"Abyss Lord! Great 'blasphemer', I need abyss Lord with the strongest fighting power!" Draco cried quickly.

"Wise choice, as you wish."

The demon projection disappears.

A minute later, the stagnant mirror again turned into a vortex of evil energy, and then grew larger and larger, because a larger demon was squeezing from the other end of the abyss door.

The devil's body was so huge that even the door of the abyss was burst. Four fragments suddenly exploded into more than a dozen fragments, which were shot into the surrounding walls and deeply embedded in them.

The evil energy vortex continued to grow and soon reached the top of the hall.

A behemoth came out.

Evil can disappear completely.

Draco's face showed uncontrollable ecstasy. He didn't even have time to love the broken abyss door and worshipped the devil: "brusals, the broken winger, your arrival will make the whole island of atonement tremble!"

"The world is destroyed because of me, the plane is broken because of me, countless legends fall because of me, and the giant dragon breaks its wings because of me!"

Brussales waved his half length double headed giant sword and cut a three foot deep crack on the demon wall soaked with evil power, just like cutting fresh tofu.

"The remnant island of divine war, the death place of the saint, the exile forbidden by lightning, I'm coming!"

Brussales looked down the flat and open passage to the end of the temple, as if to see through the mountain and vanity: "humble warlock, tell me your goal! Where do you want to destroy before destroying the ruins of the holy city?"

"Sapphire mine! I want to attack sapphire mine!"

Draco screamed wildly: "there are two hundred guards and one thousand miners there! Wash the sapphire mine with blood, sacrifice all the bodies, and have the second abyss gate. Your power will break through the limitation of lightning barrier, summon an endless demon army from the abyss of the demon world, and sweep through this tragic world, a world doomed to destruction!"

"Twelve hundred people? Too few, not enough to fill your teeth!"

Brussales's voice was like an orc roaring, more like the sullen thunder of a thunderstorm in midsummer: "are you going to use 1200 people to satisfy my desire to kill? Or, I'll kill you first?"

"No, of course not!"

Draco got up and pointed in another direction, which was the direction of the Jackal plain: "there are four hundred rainforest aborigines there! There are at least five thousand jackals!"

He pointed to the north, which was the Central Plain: "there are more than a dozen farms, thousands of people live there, and a city!"

He suddenly pointed down and pointed to the deep underground: "there are 100000 dog headed people under the whole sin island! All this is yours! Kill as many as you want! The whole sin island will become a sacrifice to the great 'blasphemers' through your hand!"

"100000? Barely enough! Humble warlock, put your head on your neck first!"

Brusals turned and strode forward. That was the direction of the temple exit: "let's go!"