Lord of Mysterious Wizard-Chapter 1050: 14: This Kingdom Belongs to Me_2
Capítulo 1050: Chapter 14: This Kingdom Belongs to Me_2
“Evil God Summoning Ceremony: The demigod ‘Vladimir’ is sacrificing himself to allow the brief descent of the New God Abel…”
Tang Qi ignored Vladimir, who was summoning Abel, and for the first time displayed his power after promotion.
At that moment, as he snapped his fingers.
All Transcendents, including “Anna,” the president’s daughter, and the temporary investigators were relocated by Tang Qi… Before leaving, a perfect replica of their flesh was created, substituting their real bodies that were turned into minced meat by the magic array.
Due to the growth of the “Fantasy” authority, Tang Qi possessed a high-level reality-warping power, and had initially crossed the boundary between the true and the illusory, allowing him to blur, control, and even change it.
After doing this, reality seemed as if nothing had changed.
Except for Olga and Samien, who were left outside, they saw the truth, and the “cruel” scene before the abyss continued.
Samien was in a daze until Olga’s voice reached him.
“Samien, this is a benevolent and universally loving True God, He possesses the Dream Authority, it was He who awakened me from my slumber, and also helped me maintain myself, preventing me from degenerating into the twisted Dragon Mother crawling under Abel’s feet…”
Before Olga could finish, Samien could not help but want to kneel, to express his gratitude to Tang Qi.
Tang Qi glanced at Samien, as one of the holders of the “True Love” authority, Tang Qi could see Samien’s affection for Olga.
Even the hatred he displayed was largely due to the influence of the Dragon Nest.
He died here, gaining some power, but also became bound by the will of the Dragon Nest.
Initially, Tang Qi subconsciously wanted to do something, but with a shift in thought, he refrained from acting, merely smiling to indicate that a change was coming.
When the “Blood Sacrifice Ceremony” of the Half-Dragon Mages and Vladimir’s “Summoning Abel Ceremony” both reached their halfway points, this place, covered with flesh, so foul and bizarre, suddenly appeared red figures, revealing themselves from the void.
Each wore a red monk’s robe.
They were expressionless, flowing with killing intent.
Silently, these mages’ bodies self-destructed, transforming into numerous column-like blood worms, seeming like biological “creatures” between illusion and reality, they wormed their way into the bodies of all the Half-Dragon Mages, recreating a scene that once occurred within the “Vic Museum.”
But this time, there was no subsequent berserk state.
Including the old woman with red lips, the Half-Dragons shivered slightly after being parasitized by the blood worms, reopened and quickly closed their eyes, the aura revealed in between turned strange, they had been replaced, but the sacrificial ritual proceeded seamlessly, uninterrupted.
An enraged Vladimir, in the midst of summoning Abel, tried to hasten the process.
But at that moment, with a thunderous bang.
A wall covered with a “blood blanket” shattered, and the giant column-like worm Gregory surged out, ready to bite Vladimir.
Though in the midst of summoning, as a demigod, he should have had the strength to instantly kill Gregory.
But not this time, as atop Gregory’s head stood an unfamiliar figure.
He wore an intricate, luxurious monk’s robe adorned with crimson symbols, his large body taller than Vladimir by nearly a meter, holding a peculiar red scepter, his face covered with a mask filled with tentacles, eyeballs, and blood teeth, the aura emanating from him slightly stronger than Vladimir’s.
His identity was immediately revealed.
“Extraordinary Creature: The Flesh Pope, current Pope of the ‘Endless Flesh Sect’ within the Slavic countries, he has no name, he has offered everything to the great Flesh Sovereign, he longs to help the Sovereign escape imprisonment…”
“Despicable traitor, I deprive you of your power.”
With a raspy voice filled with malice, a blood-red domain descended.
Within this domain, abnormalities swelled up in the blink of an eye.
Tentacles covered in barbs pierced Vladimir’s body, column-like blood worms wriggled into his ears, eyes, nostrils, and even the hair follicles on his skin, interrupting his summoning, the sneak attack from a stronger demigod made him lose the initiative.
As the Pope said, Vladimir’s power began to be stripped away.
He attempted to resist, but only lasted a few seconds.
Next came a “crack,” as the monster formed from Gregory’s genitals devoured Vladimir in one bite.
Rotation blood teeth began cutting, with blood splattering, stringy meat mush hanging down like “noodles.”
The Flesh Pope descended gracefully, taking Vladimir’s place, raising the scepter high, commencing a new prayer.
“My Lord, great My Lord… ancestor of the Ancient Dragon Clan, devouring Evil Dragon of the Divine, dragger of the stars, spreader of chaos and madness, Sovereign of endless flesh…”
Evidently, the Pope’s goal was also to summon the Evil God.
What he desired was the Flesh Sovereign.
This change occurred too fast for Olga and Samien to react.
The Twisted Dragon Sect, which worships the New God “Abel,” was ambushed and killed by the Endless Flesh Sect in just a few seconds?
Did it end so easily?
Just as the two fell into doubt, Tang Qi shook his head, and new changes occurred.
“Gurgle~ Gurgle”
This sound of blood bubbling was very common within the Dragon Nest.
But this time, it wasn’t just blood bubbles that emerged.
Above and behind the cave, figures solely composed of flesh, perfectly fused with the Dragon Nest, stepped out.
Space lost its meaning as soon as they took their first step, they did not attack the “Flesh Mages” who opened the passage, their target was the Pope who was almost at the demigod limit.
At the moment they took action, a diversion followed.
The foul, ugly Gregory suddenly exploded, and the previously pulverized Vladimir surged out from the blood waterfall, roaring with his “Half-Dragon” body, transforming into a blood shadow charging at the Pope, who had begun praying but still had a hint of disdain in his eyes.
He could see Vladimir’s weakness, and from the back of his head, a real “Evil Dragon” head emerged, spewing a crimson storm at Vladimir who was charging forward.
Within that storm, chaos and madness were rampant, interspersed with blood worms, red lines, and bone scraps, enough to pulverize a demigod body cleanly.
But at this instant, the Pope, who had led the Endless Flesh Sect’s revival for many years, widened his eyes as if he had seen the most impossible scene in the world.
Not just him, if the billions of residents of the Slavic countries could see the broadcast, they’d show the same expression.
The Pope’s body was pierced by hands of twisted flesh, covered with dragon scales, in all directions.
The power he possessed was being crazily stolen.
And the thieves, there were four of them, they were manifesting their true human forms.
Each was a notable figure in the Slavic countries, admired and respected by billions of people.
Vice President Victor!
Star Congressman Leonid!
Military General Mikhail!
The eldest daughter of the president, Catherine!
When these four, who should not have appeared here, descended with “demigod” presences and assassinated the Flesh Pope, Tang Qi, who had previously anticipated traces, couldn’t help but reveal a surprised look, realizing that he had underestimated the degree of infiltration of the Twisted Dragon Sect into the Slavic countries.
The four rulers of the Slavic countries were all demigod-level strong individuals.
Among them, “Catherine” was the most surprising, carrying an astonishing allure, her skin, and hair tainted with blood light, dressed in an exposed, seductive sorcerer’s robe, not even glancing at the fragmented corpse of her sister “Anna” inside the magic array.
“…you are all shameless blasphemers… believers?”
“You betrayed the country… you even killed your own sister…”
The raspy voice beneath the Flesh Pope’s mask was filled with unwillingness.
His accusations seemed rather pitiful at this moment.
He watched as Catherine extended another hand, piercing his chest, extracting a massive, beating heart.
Catherine, intoxicated by the fresh scent of flesh and blood, answered with a voice that would incite an uncontrollable impulse in any male:
“This isn’t betrayal, poor thing.”
“The mighty god has long promised… this nation, it belongs to me.”
“Boom”
Just as that heart was crushed in Catherine’s grasp, the Flesh Pope, who had been gathering his remaining strength for a counterattack, was dismembered.
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Chapter 1050: 14: This Kingdom Belongs to Me_2
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