Chapter 120 119 God’s Descent

Chapter 120 -119- God's Descent

This scene happened so unexpectedly.

As the high priest thrust the dagger into the heart, the altar of the entire temple seemed to come alive, and suddenly burst into a crimson glow.

The bodies of the blood demon cultists on the ground quickly aged and weathered, and eventually turned into ashes, while the controlled blood servants screamed one after another and exploded into balls of blood mist...

The ugly eyeballs above the altar suddenly burst into deep darkness, and a trace of vicissitudes of life and ancient breath slowly rose from it.

Looking at the surprised girl, the high priest struggled to force a smile:

"Ahem...Mysterious Crown..."

"You want to stop the Lord from coming...Unfortunately, you will fail."

"Since you killed our compatriots...the ceremony has begun."

"My Lord will remember you. No matter who you are, you will not be able to escape the Lord's gaze. Even if you destroy this ceremony, you will be branded by the Lord!"

The high priest looked fanatical.

Although his face became paler and his breath became weaker, his eyes became brighter.

He knew that the God's Descent Ceremony he had planned for many years might fail.

The intervention of the strange god in front of him would definitely not let him complete the ceremony.

But so what?

The ceremony had already begun, and the Blood Demon Grand Duke had already cast his gaze.

Even if the ceremony failed, when the great god sensed the breath of a revived god, he would use his power to force them, the believers, to complete the remaining ceremony and realize the God's Descent!

The reason was simple, a revived god meant too many things...

Perhaps for most mortals and extraordinary people, gods meant greatness, gods meant authority, gods meant the true master of the world...

But as a cultist, as a high priest of the Blood Demon Cult, as a long-lived blood clan, he knew more about the mysteries of the gods.

When a god is revived, it is the weakest, and it is also the time when the control over its own power is the weakest.

For crazy and ambitious people, this is the best opportunity to kill the gods and seize the power of the gods.

For the myths that look down on the world, these revived fellows are also a great tonic!

No myth will refuse to take action against a newly revived god...

Seize his divine power, absorb his authority, and gain his power!

Especially for the Blood Demon Duke who wants to go further and achieve the position of true god!

It is obvious that the revived god in front of him does not seem to have completely mastered his power, and is likely still looking for his memory.

If he can distinguish the importance, he will know that as a revived god, the last place he should appear is in front of the god's descent ceremony of a myth!

Death is not the end of believers...

The high priest knew that even if he forced the ritual at the cost of death, once he pleased the gods, he would be rewarded in the future and awakened again!

The crimson light bloomed on the altar, and the breath gathered above the altar became more and more terrifying.

Feeling the palpitating breath, the high priest couldn't help laughing.

Now, even if this evil god took action to destroy the altar, everything was too late.

However, when the high priest looked at the girl, he was suddenly stunned.

The evil girl in front of him did not stop his action.

Not only that, the mysterious god took out a chair from somewhere and sat on it with his legs crossed.

The fire elf Sebastian stood respectfully behind her, holding a bottle of crystal milk jug in his hand, while the girl leaned against the backrest, elegantly holding a crystal goblet filled with milk, sipping it comfortably.

She sat there, not frightened by the increasingly terrifying aura on the altar. On the contrary, she watched the blood constantly flowing towards the altar with great interest, as if she was sitting in a theater to enjoy a drama.

"What are you looking at me for?"

"Go on, continue the ceremony, I haven't seen what the God's Descent Ceremony of the Blood Demon Cult looks like!"

Charlotte sipped the milk and smiled faintly at the high priest who looked at her.

After hearing the girl's words, the high priest was completely stunned.

For a moment, he was a little confused, wondering if the revived god in front of him had a broken brain or if he was just having an illusion...

Why?

Why didn't the evil god stop him from performing the ritual of divine descent?

Didn't he know that once he summoned the incarnation of the Blood Demon Duke, he would only fall?

Or was he so arrogant that he thought he could fight against the great Blood Demon Duke with the power he had just revived?

The high priest was confused, and even suddenly felt uneasy and alert.

He felt like he had missed something...

However, he had no time to hesitate.

Once the ritual began, it could not be stopped.

In order to force the ritual, he sacrificed himself and all his believers.

Feeling his power weakening and his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred, he gritted his teeth, roared, and uttered his last prayer:

"The master who wanders between the abyss and the present world,"

"The embodiment of depravity and decay,"

"The savior of the blood descendants..."

"The great blood demon archduke - Abaddon!"

"Your humble servant, I offer you the power of darkness and despair!"

"Darkness forges the holy body,"

"Despair condenses the holy soul!"

"May your will walk on the earth...as if it were in the devil's abyss!"

As the high priest roared, the altar glowed brightly.

A bright beam of light rose into the sky, and an ancient and vast aura of majesty slowly gathered in the temple, as if some terrifying and mysterious existence cast its sight.

coming!

The gaze of my Lord has come!

Feeling the terrifying power gathered in the temple, the high priest looked excited, and his pale face became a little rosy.

Crimson mist erupted above the altar, swallowing everything in an instant.

The high priest raised his head with difficulty and looked above the altar through the layers of fog. He saw a majestic and solemn illusory throne slowly condensing in the bloody fog.

On the throne, a dazzling bloody light gathered, and gradually, a vague and majestic figure slowly appeared.

However, when the figure gradually turned from illusion to clarity, the high priest was stunned.

Gorgeous silver hair.

Mysterious red-gold eyes.

The familiar black robe of the Blood Demon Cultist...

It was none other than Charlotte!

I saw her sitting on an illusory chair, crossing her legs lazily, and holding an illusory goblet filled with milk in her hand. Her body shape was exactly the same as the one watching the play at the entrance of the temple.

She took a sip of milk, looked down at the astonished high priest, raised her glass and said with a smile:

"Your Majesty the High Priest, we meet again..."

"puff……"

Looking at the evil god who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, the Blood Demon High Priest couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body slowly fell limp.