The Blood Song of the Three Realms Chapter 75: God is coming

Human League, London super city-state.

Dark crows hovered and danced in the sky, the crosses on the top of several Gothic churches reflected the sunlight, and the flying crows cast a passing black shadow on the roof of the church.

The Grand Consul of each city-state has a different temper and personality. The Grand Consul who controls the super city-state of London, Hamlet, who is well-known in the Western cultivation world as the "King of Thunder", is a crazy classicist and mystery culture lovers.

So the super city-state of London with a total population of nearly 500 million is extremely retro, with weird towers and churches everywhere, and the crows with various meanings in the mystic culture are in this huge city. The city-state multiplied to a state of near flooding.

A middle-aged man in a black windbreaker stood beside the street full of cars and horses. His long black hair was neatly draped behind him. Dark red crystal beads. He is holding a cane, and on the exquisite black wooden cane, a scripture is densely carved with handwriting several times smaller than an ant's head. This kind of writing is extremely complicated, and every word has a sacred and solemn flavor. .

In his black eyes, there was a sharp light like a will-o'-the-wisp, and the man suddenly fixed his eyes on a beautiful young woman in a long dress across the road. With skin as white as snow, hair as golden as gold, eyes of incomparably alluring azure blue, and that rosy, water chestnut-like mouth, this is an extremely beautiful woman who is full of allure to the opposite sex.

The man in black smiled. He ignored the rushing traffic on the street, and walked across the road slowly step by step, and came to the young woman.

He bowed to the young woman, and the man in black asked in a graceful and soft voice: "Beautiful lady, I can have such an honor to take off your gorgeous but useless clothes with my own hands. Enjoy your beautiful and delicate body Is it?"

The young woman looked at the man in black in disbelief, she couldn't imagine that it was in broad daylight. How could a well-dressed gentleman who appeared to be of noble birth say such shameless and boring words. She took a step back in horror. Then he yelled 'Jack'!

A tall young man quickly leaned over and punched the man in black on the chin with a neat uppercut.

There was a crisp 'pop', the body of the man in black remained motionless, but the young man hissed and howled miserably. It spewed out like a spring with a 'hissing' sound.

The beautiful young woman dropped the silk handkerchief from her hand. Her beautiful eyes widened and she screamed hysterically. White broken bones, red broken flesh, and blood gushing out like a spring. The visual impact caused by all this made her want to faint, but an indescribable fear gripped her heart firmly, preventing her from fainting.

"Your ruthless rejection has implicated many innocent people!" The man in black looked at the beautiful young woman and sighed helplessly: "Originally, you and the people around you are safe , but now, I have to change my original intention!"

A fist-sized black stone magic ball flew up, and the surface of this polished stone ball was smooth. Similarly, a long scripture was carved with distorted small and complex characters. The man in black lightly tapped the stone ball with his finger, and he said softly: "Take this woman as the center, and take away everyone within twelve blocks!"

Hundreds of large floating airships flew slowly in the sky, and countless London city-state soldiers in black uniforms and combat armor rushed over along the street expressionlessly. They waved their weapons and roared loudly, gradually sealing off the nearby blocks, strictly prohibiting anyone from entering or leaving.

The beautiful young woman could no longer care about the man named Jack. She looked at the man in black and screamed in panic: "Who are you? What do you want to do? God, what do you want to do? "

Several soldiers in tight-fitting uniforms ran over quickly. They swung metal batons and slammed the young woman on the forehead. The young woman was violently knocked out before she could even snort, and then the soldiers dragged her by her beautiful long golden hair like a dead body, and dragged her towards a heavy vehicle that was slowly approaching.

"As I said, you implicated many innocent people!" The man in black played with the stone ball floating in front of him, and smiled coldly: "Originally, the people I picked were civilians from a few other blocks. But because of your ruthlessness, because you hurt my fragile feelings, the fate of more than two million civilians in the twelve blocks around you has been completely changed."

Sniffing vigorously, the man in black smashed Jack's head with a cane, and his gaze became even colder and more ruthless.

"Despicable human!" The man in black smiled lowly: "I have the right to do anything to you, because I am the ruler of your body and soul, I am the supreme ruler of the city-state of London, I am Hamlet, King of Thunder, your bodies and souls must tremble at my feet!"

"If I can protect you, I can bring disaster to you!"

Three hours later, when night fell, a strange altar stood tall in the mountains outside the city wall on the west side of London's super city-state!

Two million freshly chopped human heads were piled up to form this square altar. The heads of countless old people, young people, and children were piled up together in a **** mess, and deep despair and confusion could still be seen on their messy faces.

Below Hamlet, the twenty-five grand consuls of the London super city-state, as well as hundreds of grand consuls from dozens of other large city-states in the Western cultivation world, brought tens of thousands of young men and women wearing various robes , kneeling respectfully around the altar.

A palm-width ditch was dug on the plain between the mountains, and it was filled with plasma that exuded a strong **** smell. Looking down from a high altitude, these ditches outline a huge oval formation, and the altar is inlaid in the center of the formation, like a square eye embedded in an oval eye, and the entire formation is transparent. With a strange and ferocious sense of evil.

Hamlet is holding a black stone ball in both hands. The opaque stone ball is gently rippling like water waves. From time to time, distorted grimaces rush out of the stone ball, uttering curses and roars that make people feel chilly all over. Voice. The stone ball contained the souls of two million civilians who had just been slaughtered. Their deaths were so miserable that their souls exuded an astonishing hostility.

The night covered the land, and the bright Milky Way traversed the void.

Hamlet stood up slowly. He walked to the altar, placed the black stone ball on the altar, and then recited the ancient spell. In the high-pitched, powerful and sonorous mantra sound. The black stone ball expanded rapidly, and finally turned into a black light group with a diameter of 100 meters suspended above the altar.

Hundreds of powerhouses at the Grand Consul level and tens of thousands of young men and women bit their tongues at the same time. A stroke of heart blood was sprayed out.

The black light group released a strong suction force, swallowing the blood of tens of thousands of people in one gulp. The shrill screams of countless unjust souls spread all over the field, and one after another dark red unjust souls let out shrill howls and flew out of the black light ball continuously.

The bodies of these wronged souls are distorting and dissolving, and their soul bodies are randomly kneaded and shaped like cement that has not solidified. Gradually, these unjust souls were forcibly kneaded into a ball by an invisible force, and then from this aggregate of unjust souls, a long and thin strip as thick as a thumb was pulled out and shot towards the sky rapidly.

The blood-filled magic circle spurts out a dazzling blood light. Many grand consuls below Hamlet tried their best to inject their power into the magic circle. Earth, water, fire, wind, thunder and ice, all kinds of natural forces are rushing, and Hamlet and the others are chanting spells at the same time frantically. Their power gathered together, causing the surrounding void to shake.

The thin unjust soul body shot rapidly into the sky, and gradually shot hundreds of miles high. Eventually he penetrated the void and disappeared directly into the void. Dozens of constellations in the Milky Way lit up dazzling light at the same time, and a giant figure outlined by billions of stars appeared in midair.

A little bit of starlight shines in the hands of this figure. The whole world trembled slightly, the body of the wronged soul suddenly ignited blazingly, and a little bit of starlight quickly fell along the slender strip drawn from the body of the wronged soul, and landed straight on the altar.

"God please!" Hamlet screamed sharply.

Several strong men in ancient metal armor strode to the altar carrying a heavy metal coffin, and they supported the coffin with both hands. He fell to one knee on the ground. Hamlet hurried to the side of the coffin, and lifted the heavy coffin lid extremely cautiously.

Inside the coffin is a shriveled and rotten corpse. There is still a lot of viscous and dirty green liquid in the coffin.

The blood in the surrounding magic circle soared into the sky, turning into fountains of blood and continuously pouring into the coffin. The green juice was washed clean, and every inch of the mummy's skin was greedily devouring the spring of blood. His shriveled body quickly became plump and plump, and his pitch-black skin gradually became fair. , ruddy, full of life breath.

A looming silver figure fell straight down along the thin strip pulled out by the collection of wronged souls, along the torrent of starlight condensed in the sky. He couldn't wait to open his hands, and rushed towards the corpse that was rapidly regaining its vitality.

A contented moan sounded, and the mummy suddenly sat up straight, and then he straightened up quickly, exposing his body to everyone's eyes. He held his head proudly, and slowly stroked his thick purple hair in a very narcissistic way.

This is a young man with purple hair and purple eyes, tall and burly, with a strong and perfect body like a statue. His appearance is so handsome that it is almost evil. Perhaps only the word 'monstrous' can better describe his appearance and temperament.

However, unlike the monsters in the conventional sense of the Eastern cultivation world, this young man has a sacred and majestic temperament. Standing in the filthy coffin, he seems to be sitting on a throne in the clouds, looking down with disdainful eyes. The surrounding archons and their entourages.

He moved his body slowly, and there was a dull sound of bone crashing in his body that had not been exercising all year round.

The young man snorted softly, then opened his mouth and spat out a black gore. He stroked his majestic chest muscles in dissatisfaction, and complained in a low voice: "Don't you take good care of this precious divine body?"

Hamlet and all the people present knelt on the ground, their foreheads pressed tightly against the ground, and they didn't even dare to look up at the young man. Hamlet said respectfully: "Honorable Messenger, how dare we not be careless? However, the sacred vessel that stores the divine body is so precious, for countless years, we dare not even get close to it!"

The young man nodded in satisfaction, his body was surrounded by a mass of silver starlight. In the next moment, he came before a female archon from the city-state of Paris. Naked, he glanced at the Grand Consul's bumpy body with the eyes of a tiger that spotted the little white rabbit, and finally looked at her long, bright red hair like a flame with great admiration.

"I like red-haired women, especially. When their hair is wet with sweat, it looks like semi-solidified plasma! This feeling. Makes me intoxicated!" The young man squatted down, his hands slowly Slowly stroked the red-haired Grand Consul's face, and then gently lifted her beautiful and graceful face with soft lines.

"Be my woman, if your performance satisfies me, I can make you my eighty-ninth concubine!" ' laughed: "You have beautiful long red hair just like them!"

Kneeling beside the beautiful red-haired woman was a tall figure. The handsome man with a full beard raised his head in shock and anger, and he hissed, "Honorable Messenger, Milinda is my lover, and she is my wife!"

The young man narrowed his eyes. He glanced at the handsome man with a smile, and then pressed his palm on his forehead.

With a 'bang', the handsome man's head exploded, and then his whole body exploded, and then the fragments of his exploded body continued to explode. Soon his body exploded into a piece of fly ash. Under the starlight in the sky, a translucent soul emerged from the body of the handsome man, and his painfully distorted soul also exploded inch by inch, and finally exploded into ashes without leaving anything behind.

"Okay, now my dear Milenda. You are no one's wife! You are free! You are completely in charge of your own destiny!" On the chest, he smiled and looked at the stunned and trembling red-haired beautiful woman, and asked softly: "This low-blooded and inferior **** descendant, he can no longer stop you from pursuing happiness!"

"Dear Milinda, would you like to be my eighty-ninth concubine?" The young man smiled brightly and gently: "You must, don't you? Because if you don't, I will Will kill all the men who are related to you, and then **** all the women who are related to you!"

Hamlet raised his head, and sneered in a cold and stiff tone: "Merinda, stupid woman, how long do you have to think about it? The grace of the Holy Messenger is something no one can ask for." Opportunity? How long do you want to think about?"

Milenda's body trembled violently, and she looked in horror at the place where her husband had vanished into ashes.

"You, reject me?" A ruthless gleam flashed in the young man's purple eyes, and he said slowly: "Then, I can only pray that among your female relatives, there will be women who are as beautiful as you. You can't let me down, what do you think? My dear, Milinda?"

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, Milinda said tremblingly: "No, no, respected envoy!"

Heaving a hard breath, Milinda looked at the young man and smiled flatteringly: "I am very honored to be your woman!"

"What a lovely, knowledgeable and interesting person!" The young man sighed contentedly, and then he pressed his palm on the top of Mirenda's head, and there was another 'bang', and Mirenda and her Like her husband, he was blown to pieces, leaving no trace.

All the consuls and their followers were so frightened that they dared not speak. The young man stood up slowly, wrapped his head in his hands in distress, and screamed angrily towards the sky.

"Why? Why is this? Why doesn't this woman even have the slightest idea of ​​chastity? Why doesn't she resist? Why does she submit? Why doesn't she rise up and resist? Why don't you assassinate me, the enemy who killed her husband ?”

"Such a heartless woman with a dirty soul, how can she be worthy of the noble and holy me?"

The young man screamed angrily a few times, and finally let out a heavy breath, and casually pulled up a blond girl who was kneeling behind Milinda. He held the girl's **** tightly with his right hand and kneaded them a few times. The young man nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, you will satisfy all my needs in these days when I come! If you do well, I will Will make you my eighty-ninth concubine!"

Without even looking directly at the girl's face, the young man turned to Hamlet while rubbing her tall and plump breasts.

"Lowly bastards, inferior descendants of inferior blood, I have brought the divine will of the supreme king."

"The end of the Dharma Era is coming to an end, and the gate of Zhou Tianjie is about to open! Those little ants you call Eastern monks, they are just about to move. The supreme king knows that they have some pointers from our sworn enemy, and all of you In a few months, the Yinghuo Dao is coming, and when the distance between Yinghuo Star and the 'Hongmeng Continent' is the closest ~IndoMTL.com~ they will go to open the Yinghuo Dojo!"

"Don't let them succeed, no matter how much you pay, destroy all their actions!"

"In the vicinity of the Hongmeng Continent, there can no longer be an immortal dojo with Da Luo Jinxian sitting in it. This is not in our interest!"

The young man glanced over Hamlet and the others with serious eyes, and nodded in satisfaction as he looked at them who were silent.

"Very well, I believe you will do whatever it takes to fulfill the supreme king's divine will."

"And your hard work and sacrifices will not be in vain. I have brought you some precious items that you have dreamed of, and even you can't get in your dreams!"

"If you can find enough and beautiful enough virgins to please me, maybe I will reward you with these treasures?"

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