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On the heavy coffin lid of the sarcophagus, there is also a sword!It inserted into the sarcophagus, nailed it whole, into the ground!

I don't know which warrior did this, the huge force cracked the lid of the entire sarcophagus, and the demon inside was completely sealed by this sword.

If George were here, he would be surprised to find that this sword looks very well matched with his new armor

Clark looked at the exposed sarcophagus and sighed in his heart.

This sarcophagus was built by the compatriots in the manor, using a whole piece of 'Black Heart Stone'!And only this Black Heart Stone can make the demon that cannot be killed sleep here forever.

Back then, in order to press that demon into it, they killed hundreds of people!

The mighty blood queen, this time, she finally didn't have to worry about the demon killing and living, living and dying again.Use the long sword in her hand to penetrate the coffin lid, insert the devil's heart, and nail the coffin to death!

It has died beyond death, and its soul has been broken into pieces and sucked into the black heart stone.Perhaps only a true miracle can bring it back to life.

Maybe my beloved adult should listen to my own advice in the first place.Use your own blood to completely turn it into your own slave.Command all werewolves throughout the valley.

And if, at the beginning, she had such an army of wolf demons in her hands, she would not have to lead the knights of the manor to go deep into the mountains in the southwest.

That despicable villain will not take advantage of the situation and kill her

clark stuck in memory

(Elizabeth) "Clark, I can't completely control these werewolves. When the wolf disaster spreads together with the blood poison, the humans in the entire valley will become blood and werewolves"

(Clark) "My lord, the human body is too fragile. They are no longer suitable to survive in this mist. Only by giving them a more noble blood can they win the last chance to survive in this doomsday." !"

(Elizabeth) "Live? No! We're just making more slaves for 'Aloysius'! Clark, bloodborn or werewolf, can't show his claws to 'Aloysius'. Maybe some One day, you can stand in front of God, draw your sword, and fight for the true freedom. But beside you, there must be a group of human partners, so that you can see the hope of freedom.”

(Clark) "And you, my lord?"

(Elizabeth) "I? Clark, I can no longer give you hope, because I have become the source of that despair, the shackles on the Bloodborn"

"My lord" Clark looked at the sarcophagus and thought: "I will let you see me standing in front of the devil."

"But it's definitely not human beings by my side, but hundreds of thousands of compatriots!"

Unfortunately, I am not a direct 'blood relative' of my master, so I cannot inherit her blood.Otherwise, the bite taken from Delina's body will definitely make him stronger.

Delina, who was seriously injured and on the verge of death, was scared out of her wits, and went to the east without listening to dissuasion, and took many compatriots with her before she left.

Otherwise, with their strength, they will be able to fight that person again when they unite together.There is no need to join this disgusting cult.

"This is not the heart of a virgin." An angry female voice behind him made Clark turn his head.

He saw that fat pig Bill was kneeling in front of the high priest, explaining and crying constantly.

Indeed, this is indeed not the heart of a virgin, but something that Bill usually uses to practice his hands.After all, although those processes are not difficult, the incantations are a bit difficult to draw.Even if the high priest has simplified them again and again, non-true believers cannot guarantee that they will be completed once.

So in order to be able to keep the goal I chose at the end.Many people have died at Bill's hands

The one handed over is one of them.It was originally a collection he planned to leave for his daughter, so that he could appreciate her happy expression when she saw it.

Amidst his weeping and weeping prayers, the high priest seemed to gradually lose his temper.He stretched out his white hand and patted Bill's face lightly.Then, he turned and left.

Bill felt relaxed at this moment, and the warm touch of the high priest made him think wildly for a while.

However, during these few breaths, Bill's nose suddenly left blood, and then he scratched his whole body frantically, and let out bursts of heart-piercing screams.

His fat face quickly decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Countless black maggots continued to drill out of his skin and flesh, and finally only a pool of black blood and broken bones remained. The top of the bone is full of wormholes.

Such a scene frightened many believers, and even the blood descendants felt a chill through their bones.

However, those believers turned a blind eye and were busy with the things in their hands.

The hearts of the 35 beating girls were already filled with runes and placed on the altar made up of nine-pointed stars.

But this last one is still short of the resurrection of the devil.

The priest's eyes swept across the crowd, and stayed for a moment on the frightened virgins, and finally shook his head slightly, showing a look of disgust.

She beckoned, and the seven saintesses knelt down in front of her. In devout prayers, they stretched out their hands to the sky and looked at the unknown god above the mist.

The high priest closed his eyes, listened to the voice in his heart, finally stretched out his hand, and slowly selected a person.

The chosen saint was so excited that she almost collapsed in the trembling of her whole body.

At this time, the believers had already cleared an open space among the crowd, and used the burnt tomb dust of despair and the ashes of the withered hair of the dead man to outline a simple star map on the ground.

Under the envious eyes of the believers, the chosen saint lay devoutly on the ground.And in this situation, those who have given their hearts feel a chill from the tailbone to the top of the head.

They also used this method to do this thing, and the people involved in this matter are all murderers who have seen blood so many times.

So they knew that the most important thing in this matter was not to choose a suitable girl.Instead, the victim must be tightly bound to the ground.

But these believers and saints didn't have such intentions, and directly opened their swords

First, the bloody scalp and face, and then the hollow wooden stick inserted between the fingers and toes.Following the flesh of the wound, slowly peel it to the chest.

When the last human skin was connected to the saint's chest and abdomen, the intact part that was peeled off had been spread evenly around her body, and chaotic incantations were carved on it.The operator finally took out another tool and unfolded the wings on the saint's chest!

At the moment when the twelve pairs of 'wings' unfolded, the blood seemed to be alive, pouring into the hands and feet along the blood vessels of the saint.And the red flesh and blood exposed to the air also began to turn pale.

Evil blood flowed through the star map on the ground. At the moment of the saint's death, the blood flowed back into the body and was continuously squeezed into the heart!

At this moment, the saint who had been praying devoutly suddenly felt extremely painful. She trembled and shuddered, and uttered the last desperate echo. Her eyes widened, and she embraced her with hatred for the world. God of Doom!

The heart has been taken out by the believers, and in the constant beating, there are blood-like runes flickering on it.

And this corpse, like a pile of waste, was left there indifferently and indifferently under the ignorance of the believers.

The 36 hearts were finally assembled, and the high priest showed a satisfied look.The heartfelt smile was like that of an extremely pure girl.

Clark couldn't help retching, and with one hand attached to the stone wall, he felt nauseous for a long time.

'Disgusting Mist Cult! '

He admitted that what was slowly trickling out was food.

But it was not an elegant ceremony at all, and no matter how many times he saw it, he would feel sick.

The sacred song spoken by the believers has echoed melodiously in the cave. In that song of despair, there is actually a deformed beauty.

On the altar, 36 beating hearts followed this rhythm, seeming to recall the scene of the last moment of their master's life, beating crazily.

Blood continued to flow from the heart, passing through every spell.Gathered around the sarcophagus, as if traveling through time and space, entered the coffin.

A sound of extremely suppressed hunger and thirst echoed continuously from the sarcophagus, and the sword was squeezed out a few inches by the blood flowing into the coffin.