Chapter 127: Formulate Destiny (Please subscribe! Please vote! 33)

"Those witches want the blood of the Slayer?"

On the top of the tower, Russell Bedford Larman frowned.

Bragg said, "Yes, is the blood of the slayer rare?"

This was a name that Prague had never heard of.

Russell Bedford Larman paced and said, "The blood of the killers is very rare. It is the blood of warriors who killed at least nearly ten thousand people. What we have now is the blood of Mongolian soldiers in the war. It is extremely rare. The blood of the killers was obtained by the deaths of countless people."

"This thing is very rare, but it is mostly used in certain curses and evil spells. Magicians rarely use it, but we do have it in our hands."

Russell Bedford Larman paused and said, "And this blood seems to be an extremely important material in the witches' rituals of worshiping the devil."

The devil is an ancient legend. In the legend, there is a group of people who exist in opposition to God.

It is said that they are extremely good at playing with lies and human nature, and are good at fraud.

But Bragg had never seen it before, so he asked:

"Devil, is it scary?"

Russell Bedford Larman shook his head, looked into the distance and said: "The devil is a master at playing with people's hearts. As for being scary, it's not that scary. The scary things are all in the far east."

Russell Bedford Larman seemed to recall some images. He stretched out his fingers and tapped on the table and said:

"Promise them that we can give them the Blood of the Slayer, but we need materials in exchange. Considering that they saved our people, we can try to reduce the price."

"yes!"

………

"After so many years, those magicians are still so concerned about their reputation. They would rather call it a thank you gift than a deal."

Meira hooked a finger in her long red hair and shook her head.

"If Lady Mela disagrees, I will go and refuse them right away." Nars bowed and said.

Meera turned her head and smiled.

"Reject? Why would you refuse?"

She was tall and slender. She lowered her head, lifted Nars' chin with one finger, looked directly into her eyes and said:

"Nars, you have to remember that we are witches. We believe that everything in this world is an illusion, and only interests are real. Since the magicians are willing to give up enough interests, there is nothing wrong with playing a fake drama with them."

"yes!"

The little witch Nars didn't dare to look the leader in the eye and said with her lips pursed.

Meila retracted her finger, turned around and said:

"Promise them that I hope to start trading this afternoon."

………

At dusk, the sky was blood red. Inside the wooden house, Meira got the killer's blood.

In the exquisite silverware, the bright red blood flows, as if it has its own life.

A cold air emanated from it, forming a thin layer of frost on the wooden table.

"Magicians are extravagant. They also gave us silver utensils, which are probably worth a lot of gold coins."

Meira stroked the delicate carvings on the silverware and spoke with her scarlet lips.

But the little witch Nars didn't feel well. Once she got close to the blood, she felt as if someone was holding a knife against her heart. The strange feeling made her very uncomfortable.

Meila seemed to notice the little witch's abnormality and said:

"If you feel uncomfortable, stay away. This blood of the killer was left by soldiers eight hundred years ago. The blood contains the hatred of thousands of people. This endless hatred makes it look like it just flowed out even after eight hundred years."

"But this resentment can also cause people to feel endless fear. If an ordinary person lives with it for a long time, it won't take long for it to drive them crazy. Even if we witches are not strong enough, we will be corroded by it bit by bit."

Nars took a few steps back after hearing that, and only then did she feel the feeling of the knife tip pressing against her chest gradually ease.

This made Nars couldn't help but sigh at how powerful the Mongolian soldiers were back then. This blood was still so terrifying even after eight hundred years. How could its owner be simple?

But according to the description of Leader Mela, this was just the blood of an ordinary soldier at that time.

"Prepare for the ceremony, we will welcome the messenger of our Lord Satan." said Mela.

Nars bowed and said, "Yes!"

Soon, in the depths of the Murmal Forest, strange whispers were heard, like the sound of a snake swallowing or the roar of a devil.

A scarlet light shone on the ancient stone tablet.

The flowing blood formed a hexagram mark in the air, like a huge gate leading to the endless void.

The skeletons of elk were piled up beside the altar. These elk were not completely dead yet, but were stuck between life and death.

The graceful witches clasped their hands in front of their chests and chanted in a low voice.

"The all-knowing king is the master of hell, and darkness is your wings!"

"I listen to your teachings and accept the blessing of darkness!"

"Come, messenger of my Lord Satan!"

“Gorgeous clothes and a graceful demeanor cannot conceal the aura of being cursed by fate;

Rebellious eyes, don't believe in fate, don't use sanctimoniousness as a cover;

He is not protected by any powerful force, nor does he use his powerful force to protect anyone.

But he is always more generous than those gods who think they are magnanimous, and he is also humane;

Understand the true meaning of life, always be on top of the world, and look down on those noble "bandits" who are righteous and righteous;

He understands the meaning of feelings better than God and even than humans, but there are always fools who are fooled by feelings;

The colors of his fate are fraud, decadent yet tough, dark and mysterious;

Even if he is insulted for thousands of years by humans who are far inferior to them in every way, he will always stand on his own feet..."

………

One sound after another, like waves surging back and forth on the sea.

In front of the scarlet hexagram, Mera held the Blood of the Killer in both hands and raised them high.

A pool of blood filled with endless killing and hatred flowed out from the silver object and stayed in the air.

"Come down!" Meera said.

With a shout, the hexagram mark became brighter and brighter.

That ball of blood solidified in mid-air and gradually transformed into a human figure.

He has red horns, red scales all over his body, and sharp fangs.

The pair of scarlet eyes opened, and the descending demon looked at the world.

"Oh, the world, what a wonderful taste."

………

"Another demon has arrived!"

Russell Bedford Larman leaned against the edge of the tower, feeling the vibrations of the elements, the darkness that seemed like an endless abyss.

"Will the age of magic come?"

Russell Bedford Larman subconsciously looked towards the east.

At this time, the place was starry and Wen Zhengming stood under the stars, seemingly looking at something.

There was pure white snow under his feet and Qiao Yuanshan was beside him.

"Junior Uncle-Master, what are you looking at?" Qiao Yuanshan raised his head and asked.

Great-grandmaster Li Mubai likes to daydream, and his cultivation is extremely powerful.

My junior uncle also likes to daydream, and his cultivation is incredible.

Could it be that the difference between him and these great uncles lies in the ability to daydream?

Qiao Yuanshan's thoughts went astray again.

"I am watching the fate of countless people between heaven and earth."

"Junior uncle-master, can you also tell fortunes?" Qiao Yuanshan asked.

Wen Zhengming smiled but said nothing. He was not telling fortunes, but making destiny.

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