Secret: The years I served as a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 105 Broken

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The intended living sacrifice to the gods was terminated, and the flesh and blood was devoured by another demon.

The devil's path, the abyss path, the devils who deserve to die, the evil people with no good intentions have never had the qualifications to covet the throne of God in the clouds.

Because the world is already filled with sin, the Seven Gods will never allow an evil god to be born.

Thousands of years ago, the demon king was defeated by the ancient sun god and fled into the abyss in panic. Then the gods from outer space reached out and firmly grasped them and the prisoners in their palms.

The half-mad god was bound by pollution and slept in the abyss. It had become the coffin of an incomplete king, and buried with all the demons who followed him to the abyss because of their faith in him.

At this time, following the instructions of the outer gods, the illusory abyss descended upon the earth, and it suddenly became dark. An extremely huge black shadow appeared between heaven and earth, showing a hideous appearance. Looking up, it seemed as if I saw in that black shadow the arrogance of looking down on everything and seeking self-destruction, the hatred without bottom line, the betrayal of selling out everything, and the greed that could even swallow the flesh and blood of fellow citizens... His existence seemed to be all the sin and filth itself.

"The dark side of the universe", "the king of demons", Fabuti's huge head floated out of the sea of ​​blood, but the part above the bridge of the nose disappeared, and the crooked and hideous horns were replaced by branches growing horizontally. The moonlight that appeared in the gaps was like a fragmented eye with flesh and blood hanging on it in pieces, and the flesh-textured branches connected the broken bat wings. His projection showed the remains of an animal preyed on by plants, and the roots extended freely from the rotten wounds, which made a certain black-eyed demon frown.

——It’s really ugly.

The sky turned blood red, with a pale sun hanging in the sky. The filth surging on the ground was attracted over, and the phantom arm raised high turned into a real arm. The ancient god "Demon King" grabbed the bright red blade transformed from the moonlight and swung it down heavily.

This was the last power that the Mother Tree of Desire could drive. Edward immediately released his control over his own flesh and blood, melted the body and bones of the surviving Belia, and forcibly extracted the extraordinary characteristics in his body bit by bit, relying on his status to force assimilation and aggregation!

"He" could no longer escape and could only watch in despair as his body was devoured and recast bit by bit. Finally, his soul fell into the enemy's mouth, and his body turned into a pitch-black sword that was dozens of meters long!

Edward controlled His bones and blood, polluted His spirituality, and while further completing his own promotion ceremony, he directly swallowed up Belia's characteristics!
The demons' promotion requires blood and fighting. When the gods are preparing for the destruction of a city, the Angel of the Abyss takes a different approach and chooses to devour another angel to use his power to pave the way for his promotion!
The rolling dark clouds seemed to come from the end of the world, raining blood and filth along the way. Sin and the corpses of dead demons mixed together to create a sinful land.

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"Let the ceremony begin now?"

When the ocean of flesh and blood covered the overgrown plants, the dark saint who was praying with his eyes closed in the basement of Backlund opened his eyes wide in astonishment.

The vague oracle reached his ears, and he suddenly jumped up from the prayer bench.

He was about to kneel down instinctively following the fear and joy in his heart, but was suddenly startled by deafening muttering and the words "as soon as possible" and "hurry up" mixed in.

Blood gushed out of Xesma's ears. He endured the pain and took action immediately.

Following the spiral staircase, one came to the already prepared sacrificial site at the bottom level. The most heinous sacrifices were tied up and lying unconscious on the ground. One black chain after another pierced through their flesh and bones, draining blood continuously, dripping onto the table carved with intricate patterns, filling up the new carvings.

The moment he stepped onto the altar, it was as if a spell was lifted, and everyone suddenly woke up with a start.

Then they quickly realized what was about to happen through the burning torches, the pentagram logo and the ropes on their bodies, and shouted loudly at the same time. Some cursed loudly, some begged in a low voice, and some began to pray after their psychological defenses collapsed. Their self-confessions could redress many old unjust, false and wrong cases in many cities. If Kapin heard it, he might angrily accuse himself of not being worthy of being compared with these people and being sacrificed together. But most of them were extremely anxious and kept saying numbers one after another in order to buy their lives with money.

If the chief priest does not pay any attention, who will care about the cries of the animals before their death?
As they awakened, the dark spirits on the altar quickly became active. The black chains became more solid, and malice swirled happily in the air. The Dark Saint lit the fire and tempered the obsidian blade in it. The flames quickly turned into a deep blue.

He walked towards the first sacrifice, holding the obsidian sacrificial knife tightly in both hands, raising it high, with the tip of the knife pointing downward, aiming at the throat of the sacrifice below.

He spoke solemnly:
"First, use your hands and feet to offer to sin."

The blade slid along the gaps between bones and flesh, skillfully dismantling the body and removing the hands and feet with beautiful movements.

Screams and blood herald the beginning of the ritual.

"Second, dedicate your eyes to Zhang Yang's malice."

With the tip of the knife against the corner of the eye, slowly and steadily, pull the eyeball out of the socket like peeling a grape and throw it into the fire.

“Third, dedicate your heart to freedom and carnival.”

The victim who had fainted was awakened by new pain. Fortunately, he didn't have to watch himself being ripped open and bleeding all over the floor.

"Fourth, offer your soul to the filthy god!"

Many flesh and blood puppets followed his movements, the first, the second, the third... Endless pain rose from the ground, and the resentful souls screamed, rushing into the sky along the blood-irrigated name on the altar, and fell into the mouth of the demon who was confronting the ancient god in the distant southern continent.

The allies' assistance came at the right time. The shadow of the crown of thorns appeared, and He swallowed these souls that came at the right time. On the long sword in his hand, which was transformed by another angel, faces wailing in pain suddenly appeared one after another. The black color became deeper and deeper, and finally blood appeared.

He laughed loudly, leaped high, and faced the blade of Yuehua—

—Cut it off along with the Demon King’s arm!
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In a noble garden in faraway Intis, the War Bishop, who was flirting with his new date, suddenly trembled in his hand holding a plate. The exquisitely crafted plate was nailed to the floor-standing clock cabinet like a dart, and the hazelnut cake was thrown out and landed on the expensive carpet.

The charming woman standing next to him exclaimed, and quickly asked the servant to wipe it. At the same time, she opened her watery light eyes, took Trener's arm, and said in a trembling voice with a hint of coquettishness in her fear: "Are you hurt? Is it not to your taste?"

Treanor opened his mouth but no sound came out. He didn't know how to describe the sudden feeling in his heart, as if his heart was suddenly tightened by an invisible hand. His scalp was tingling, and he even ignored the girl in front of him who wanted to climb up the social ladder and happened to meet his aesthetic standards.

He looked towards the windowsill and saw his messenger kneeling on it, with his head lowered towards the south.

The violently beating heart gradually returned to normal. The War Bishop vaguely grasped something and his expression became gloomy.

On the Rorsted Islands, Richard Ernst, who was moving things with a cart, suddenly felt something in his heart. His spirit was shaken. He looked up in the direction of the southern continent, feeling the intimidation brought by the spirituality escaping from the adjacent path, as if he saw a black cloud covering the sky.

This actually had no effect on the Pilgrimage Sect, but in the eyes of the Seven Gods, it was probably a symbol of "the two leaders competing for superiority"...

Perhaps, it will be harder to fleece the church in the future...

The Angel of Temperance's expression grew slightly serious, but he had already been mentally prepared when his teacher asked him to investigate the abyss.

He lowered his head slightly towards the south, then continued to hum a little tune while moving supplies as if nothing had happened.

A local postman who happened to be passing by recognized Him, greeted Him happily, trotted over, took out a letter signed "Frank Lee" from the mail bag, and put it in His hand.

Richard accepted the letter and said goodbye to him. The postman also smiled and waved, then trotted away. The changes in the southern continent did not affect this side. After walking slowly for a while, Richard saw Garland De, who was braiding his pigtails with a sullen face, and the newcomer Sharf Maxwell, who was dressed not so plainly but not as flamboyantly as he was in Intis.

The young man whom Trena had asked to be protected worked as a temporary worker in the Pilgrimage Sect, and lived a comfortable life in Bayam, and gained some weight. He was required to complete two commissions as agreed every month and was protected by the Pilgrimage Sect.

He took down the boxes one by one and put them in the corner. He saw a familiar blue head standing next to Charles. Two people stood in the corner, probably discussing some private commission.

After successfully completing the commission, the relationship between the ghost captain and himself improved a lot. Money is indeed the most stable connection. The subsequent impact was gradually forgotten in the form of nightmares. Neither the crew nor the captain felt anything unusual.

However, Alger, who had made a fortune, did not forget to give Bayam's intelligence chief a share of several dozen pounds. After all, the intelligence chief introduced the matter, and he had to show some sincerity by contacting the customer directly without the middleman. Being sophisticated and smooth has always been his style.

Richardo glanced at Alger and was relieved when he found that the changes in the Demon Path had not caused any impact on him. The seal and curse technology of the Prisoner Path were both very strong.

Seeing that the sun was about to set, He called Garland De and began to discuss tonight's dinner, and invited Alger to stay and eat with them.

And unsurprisingly, Alger rejected it.

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An angel fell, and the sun's wrath burned the clouds in the sky red.

The silence of the five cities created the prototype of hell on earth.

The malicious gazes and fingers of the Outer Gods have already touched the edge of the earth. The beauty of the red moon surpasses the lofty starry sky, and the hidden crimson and dangerous gaze linger outside the sky. Therefore, the gods are on guard against the emergence of a new Sequence 0 in the Demonic Path, or an outstanding existence with enough power to integrate this loose path on its own.

Prisoners and criminals, polluted and cursed paths, it would be best if no new gods were born until the end of time.

The Demon King's broken arm fell from the sky, collapsing half of the mountain and landing at the highest point. Dark red blood flowed out from the broken end, paving a red carpet to heaven. The demon, who had transformed into a human form again, walked step by step to the highest point on the red carpet, stepped on the broken arm, stared at the moonlight and dark clouds going away, bathed in the blood and sin, and slowly put the crown of thorns that looked like charred bones on his head.

Pfft!

The thorns on it suddenly swelled up, pierced into His flesh, stained with the devil's blood, and then melted. Some black marks wandered on His face, turning into a not very obvious mark on his face.

In a flash, He saw the real abyss, the evil thoughts that were innate to all living things, everything was within reach. He also saw the spiritual world that was integrated into the abyss that could not be described in normal language or understood with normal logic, and looked at the ancient god from afar.

Edward pulled the corners of his cracked mouth and smiled grimly.

A ray of rage fell, and the wounds and flesh on his body suddenly twisted, and sharp protrusions appeared under some parts of his skin, as if they were about to break through the skin.

puff!
A branch suddenly grew out of His eye socket and poked His eyeball.

Edward hissed, reached out and pulled it out by the roots, blinked his eyes, and the broken eyeball returned to its original shape, and the undulations under the skin gradually subsided.

His disordered spirituality fluctuated violently like the waves of a storm, but from the very beginning, there was no possibility of failure in His promotion.

At the same time, the five cities destroyed by Him established contact with Him in the corresponding areas of the spiritual world. The information and history of the two worlds intertwined and entangled with each other, bringing complete spiritual world information, which is a concept in an abstract sense.

In reality, those places have been more or less purified, but they are still forbidden areas circled by the church.

In the spiritual world, they gradually approached and merged due to similar concepts, and finally turned into a lifeless area of ​​moderate size.

If He could - He would like to call that area "Hell".

His glasses were long gone, and he had no spares, so Edward simply ignored them. Besides, there was a huge bloody hole on his head. The angel from the Belia family had pulled out his left horn along with a piece of his skull during the fight, and in return, he tore off one of the other's arms.

Although it was healing on its own, blood was still oozing out from there, dyeing the surrounding hair dark.

The newly crowned King of Filth took out the sword he had just made, looked at it for a moment, and used it to remove the rapidly rotting flesh on Fabuti's broken arm, leaving only the indestructible black bones, and carved out the outline of the chair.

The dead Fabuti is the best Fabuti. What qualifications does a pile of rotten flesh that has occupied the throne for thousands of years have to fight with me?

Then He casually put His sword aside, sat on the rough bone seat, closed His eyes and dozed off to recover His spirituality.

A raven flew over and landed on a clean bone behind Him.

"You can start thinking of a new honorific name."

He said happily that he was in a very good mood as he had just finished raiding the Belia family's treasury, so after saying this he stopped talking and just quietly acted as a decoration.

After a long time, with the red moon hanging high in the sky, the members of the Blood Cult came to the Belia family's residence, which was once a deep mountain but is now a plain valley. They were shocked for a long time and fell silent out of fear.

——The blood gushed out from the Demon King’s broken arm, turning into the new king’s cloak and the red carpet for him to ascend the throne.

It was like a long sleep finally coming to an end, like waking up from a strange life. When He opened his eyes again, he saw the devil's followers kneeling on the ground, the daring competitors left only corpses and the roar of unwillingness in his mind, and even the red moon in the sky became his background.

He finally, after a long time, felt——

"joy".

TBC
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The old king of the devil is incompetent, and a new king should be established.

Lao Ai has officially been promoted to Sequence One "The Filthy King". Currently, there are 42 words and 93 chapters. This speed should be quite fast.

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