Today is the blood moon. Normally, Heizi City would not be peaceful, but today, too many things happened in Heizi City.

It was beyond everyone's imagination and expectations.

Tick-tick-tick.

In the Heizi City, on the streets, there were suddenly countless sounds of running. Countless believers wearing black robes, with pale faces and fanatical eyes, looked at the hall and ran towards it like crazy.

Squeak, squeak, squeak. In the dark night, there are many bats flying in the air, and on the streets, there are countless believers running. The blood moon falls from the sky, making the scene look indescribably weird.

Finally, the believers arrived at the temple.

They rushed forward. The strange witchcraft circle had no effect on them at all. The believers rushed directly into the hall. They sat cross-legged on the ground, looking at the huge stone statue with fanatical looks on their faces.

"For... for God."

Old Byron next to him shouted.

"For God's sake!"

The believers repeated Byron's words. Without any hesitation, they took out a dagger and stabbed it into their chests.

Puff, puff, there was a sound of daggers stabbing into bodies, and soon, everyone fell to the ground, their bodies fell in front, motionless, had completely turned into a corpse.

Countless streams of blood flowed and gathered together, flowing towards the statue.

In an instant, all the blood disappeared, and the eyes of the statue in front turned into a bloody light, exceptionally bright.

"Well, is this the power of my believers? Very good, very good." The statue was still motionless, but there was a strange and inexplicable loud voice echoing around it.

“God, God…”

Byron's knees kept sliding on the ground. He knelt forward and looked at the god with extremely enthusiastic eyes. He said, "Are you satisfied with these things? If not, here are the fourth-level true meanings and fifth-level spirit rings. They were fighting each other just now and have been seriously injured. This is why I came to summon you later."

Byron said this with a respectful expression on his face, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.

"Good, very good, little ant, you are very good. I chose you at the beginning, and you did not disappoint me." The god looked around, his statue turned slightly, and a rumbling sound came from the ground. He was looking at everyone.

Although the god is just a statue now, for some reason, when being stared at by the god, everyone's heart trembles, and there is an indescribable feeling of panic.

It was like encountering a terrifying existence in the legend that was unknowable, unfeelable, and unattainable.

It's not just the ordinary fourth-level true meaning, even An'goro and Senma are the same. They look at the huge god in front of them with nervous expressions.

An'goro was afraid, while Senma was looking at the god in front of him with a trance on his face, a little intoxicated, some struggling, and an unconcealable feeling of reverence.

The expression on her face was very complicated.

Compared to them, Shelov could not bear it any longer. He shouted at the fanatical Byron, "Byron, old Byron, let's take action now. Let God help us to kill that old bastard Angolo and let us completely become the masters of Black Purple City..."

Bang!!

Shelov suddenly screamed, and his body exploded with a bang, turning into countless blood mist.

The blood mist floated and did not dissipate. After moving slightly, it flew into the statue of the god in front.

"Byron, you did a great job, but it seems that you haven't dealt with many things yet." God's voice came over, causing Byron's body to fall to the ground, and his whole body began to tremble.

"We'll talk about your matter later. Now, I'll devour these sacrifices in front of me."

God's voice seemed very ethereal. There was no emotion in his voice, nor any other ups and downs. It was as if he was saying something casually, and everything seemed to be the truth.

However, at this moment, suddenly, the god became quiet, and his voice came over, with undisguised surprise in his voice.

"Hmm? My companion is actually here. Who is he? It's strange. I am very familiar with his breath, but it feels like I haven't seen him for endless years..." The god was talking to himself, and soon, the god knew who that breath belonged to.

"It turns out to be you, Pankora, the respected King of Darkness and Fire. You were lost in countless worlds in the Chaos Star Realm and were exiled forever. I didn't expect to see you here again."

"It's been a long time."

God's voice sounded leisurely and joyfully.

The surroundings were quiet, but in the void ahead, a figure slowly appeared.

He was wearing a black robe, had a handsome face, fair skin, black hair fluttering in the air, and a pair of black eyes that seemed like the deepest and most precious obsidian.

Maureen showed up.

He stared quietly at the huge stone sculpture in front of him, and his eyes changed dramatically. Countless flames flashed, and countless darkness formed a terrible tide of darkness that kept surging. Faintly, the hissing of a giant snake was heard, and the phantom of a giant snake kept flashing.

However, the phantom of the giant snake was not the Pankora giant snake, but the black flame dragon-patterned winged snake, which belonged to Morin's bloodline.

Many things appeared intertwined, and after a while, they all disappeared.

Morin's voice rang out. Although it was still his voice, there was an indescribable hoarseness and roughness in his voice, as if he had been lost for thousands of years.

"I didn't expect to see you again like this, Sarah."

"Demon Sara."

"Your Majesty, one of the twelve demon gods of the abyss, who holds the power of devouring and blood, comes from outside the Chaos Star Realm and transcends the endless world."