His followers, those whom he brought into the way of the Holy Light, involuntarily bent down and bent their knees, offering their fanatical desire and love only for the perfection in front of them.

Bell didn't speak, just pointed to the pool of light casting.

Although he has no words, his actions seem to tell everyone here again - go, in order to make yourself more perfect, let the noble holy light recast your body.

Tonight, the dazzling holy light has never been cut off.

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Chapter 115. So, what is the price

In the middle of the night, Orari is dark

Orari, who sent all the magic stones to the Hephaestus family to supply the next round of defense weapons, has no extra magic stones for these places to improve the quality of life.

But tonight, the only place where the holy light shines is in front of Hestia's Hearthfire Pavilion.

Here, people who are still willing to fight for Orari gathered here, eager and suspicious eyes focused on the center of the siege.

God Mih gently boiled a huge cauldron in front of him, and it was filled with a viscous, hot, pale green liquid.

After all, he has completed the refining and transformation of the demon blood.

God Mih's face is not good-looking, although all this is so that Orari's children can repel those crazy invaders. But the creations of these demon blood are also terrible.

He tried his best to be unable to change the characteristics of the demon blood, or the characteristics that make people crazy, let nature wither, and let death spread, is the source of the power of this demon blood.

After finishing the last lap, Mih put down the huge stirring stick in his hand, and Bell Cronney, who had become more sacred and inviolable than before, came up and scooped up a cup of sticky demon blood.

The green liquid that stretched the silk thread and exuded an extremely unpleasant smell made more people daunted, but some people came forward and became the first person to eat crabs.

"Will it really give me strength..."

Shakti, the former head of the Ganesha family, stepped forward. The beautiful black-haired beauty looked haggard and pained. She looked eagerly at the demon blood in Bell's hand and asked softly.

Not long ago, she lost the main **** she most respected, and then she lost all the remaining kinship companions who were like her family.

She has no more nostalgia for this world. But even in death, she hoped to make her final contribution before passing away.

"Drink, Shakti, this is our destiny, we will be kings..."

Bell's voice became ethereal and long, as if directly touching his heart, conveying the lofty sound of heaven.

"So, Bell Croney, what's the price?"

"all of these……"

Shakti seemed to understand Bell's behavior, which seemed to be a riddle. Her expression struggled and hesitated, and finally, she raised her head and drank this cup of miserable green demon blood!

"Woo!!!"

The wooden cup rolled from his hand and fell to the ground.

Hot demonic blood flowed in her mouth, but the viscous liquid entered her throat at a very fast speed and was swallowed into her belly.

——It's so hard to drink!

This was Shakti's first thought, and it tasted like expired stinky milk mixed with rotten eggs, and a whole bunch of **** that boiled hot and disgusting at the end!

The next moment, Shakti could no longer care about the simple idea of ​​'unpleasant'. The demon blood entered her stomach, and then decomposed at an extremely fast speed. The powerful evil energy entered her along her veins. every part of the body!

That feeling is like every part of the body is burning in flames! The pain caused Shakti to let go of the cup in his hand and fell to the ground screaming in pain.

Bell took a half step back silently. He didn't seem to care about those questioning and frightening eyes, and just waited quietly for the result.

Change happens quickly.

Shakti's white skin slowly climbed the complex and tragic green fel energy magic pattern, and the color also tends to be a strange crimson.

Burning fel energy scars began to appear on the bright face, elbows and knees appeared with thorns wrapped in green fel energy!

A sharp black tail broke through the tailbone and grew out, and the tip was burning with an inextinguishable fire of fel energy.

It seems that she has become close to the "Succubus" in the Burning Legion - but not, her next change is even greater.

Accompanied by the roar of pain, Shakti's slender and beautiful body was no longer seen, replaced by a huge body that suddenly swelled several times!

Sharp, pitch-black thorns grew out from behind, the pupils of both eyes disappeared, leaving only the flaming flames of fel energy!

These fel powers were fused with the blood of Ganesha rushing in her body. The result of the addition of the two made her power rise several levels in an instant. The influence of this fel power made her almost completely transformed into a demon!

The expressions of the lightcasters behind Bell became wrong, and the hatred of evil energy engraved in their instincts by the Holy Light made them want to shoot.

But Bell never moved. He, who was supposed to be the most radical spokesperson of the Holy Light, was watching the birth of a demon calmly at this moment.

In the end, when the screams of pain turned into roars, and finally disappeared, standing on the ground was a huge demon giant with a height of three meters!

After Shakti, who was originally a LV5, was transformed into a demon, his power has soared. The halo that permeated her body belonged to the mad destruction of the devil, which made other onlookers instinctively feel terrified.

"I can feel...power flowing in my veins!"

Shakti clenched her claws-covered palms, and a complete change sounded like a low bell echoing in her mouth.

"I want to destroy everything...anything! Especially you, the light I hate!"

Shakti's mouth was surging with fel flames, and his eyes full of tyrannical killing intent shone on Bell and the Lightcasters beside him.

"You're still sensible, Shakti. Then pour out this destructive desire on our enemies."

Bell calmly looked at Shakti, who had become full of malice, and said lightly.

Fel powers don't make people evil, they just make them chaotic and do whatever they want. As a force representing the heat-dead and disordered entropy of the universe, there is no good or evil in the nature of fel.

"I'll enjoy their wailing, and then... I can't promise I won't shoot at you."

Shakti let out a sharp laugh, turned his head and left. Those onlookers immediately gave way, not daring to stop this gentle and kind woman not long ago.

"This is the gift of demon blood." Bell looked at the others who were hesitant and said lightly.

"It will magnify the desires and chaotic desires of your hearts, and at the same time give you a mighty power - fel energy, and this path is full of ruined wreckage."

"But you are still encouraging us to master such power?" Asfi, the leader of the Hermes family, said solemnly.

"Because you want to fight against demons, you can only turn into demons." Bell responded indifferently.

"This gift of fate is not compulsory, you can accept it, or you can refuse it..."

"I come!!!"

A man with a numb and withered face came out, scooped up a cup of demon blood without hesitation, and drank it in one gulp.

The next moment, it was still painful rolling and wailing, and he didn't last long, and when he stood up again, he had already completed the demonization.

But this demonization is completely incomparable to Shakti. He just expanded several times in size, his skin became blood red, his body was covered with fel herpes and a few spikes grew on his body.

"You are not a family, why are you fighting?" Bell asked softly, looking at the demonized man

"I'm going to kill them all!!!! Aisha, my Aisha!!!!"

He roared shrilly, and his sturdy arms easily hammered the ground out of a huge pothole. This man who was just an ordinary mortal creature, after drinking the demon blood, instantly became an existence comparable to an LV3 level adventurer!

This time, in the eyes of the demon blood, there is much less fear and rejection, replaced by more greed and desire.

The poison of power is so addictive and addictive, and one sip can gain the mighty power in one step. How many people can refuse such a temptation?

"Look at what kind of virtue you've made Orari!"

Hermes looked at the adventurers who had fallen into a demonized state one after another, and complained to Mu Feng next to him.

"It's just that you are too unsatisfactory." Mu Feng glanced at Hermes and said lightly.

"This farce has dragged on for so long, and it should come to an end. Even if we can endure it, the side of the dungeon can't bear it anymore."

"I also think we should fast forward to the final stage." Hermes sighed and shrugged.

"Although this Nether game is very good, it is still interesting to change a lot. Besides, I am very interested in the new game you developed..."

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chapter 116. final crusade

"Why haven't Oralie been captured until now!!!"

Above the hall of the Brass Palace, Ares roared and threw the sword in his hand to Marius below. His handsome face was as ferocious as a ghost, and the bursting blue veins showed how irritable this God of War was now.

Marius looked down at the sword of war **** inserted in front of him, was silent for a moment, and said solemnly

"Our main force cannot bypass Weixian Forest in a short time. I have persuaded you that we should wait for a while before launching an attack..."

"I don't want to hear excuses!"

Ares roared and interrupted Marius' explanation. The God of War is now more and more irritable, like a dynamite barrel placed on a fire, which will be ignited and detonated at any time.

"I don't want casualty numbers, I just want Euleri!!!"

The God of War's angry roar and hideous roar resounded throughout the scarlet city, and echoed in the hearts of every dependent who carried his divine blood.

Marius clenched his fists silently, glanced at the arrogance who was always indifferent, bowed and left.

"Actually, you shouldn't be so rude to His Royal Highness Marius."

Arrogantly looked at Ares, who was extremely irritable, and said lightly

"The temper of you and your majesty seems to be getting more and more irritable. Although I can understand it, I think it is better to restrain it."

"Convergence? It took me so long, and I still haven't seen the wreckage of Orari!"

Ares's uncontrollable roar of anger resounded through the sky, and the rolling anger seemed to be like the blood-red clouds in the sky, overflowing the sky.

The nature of these gods of war is more and more difficult to contain.

As the scale of the war expands, the more death and destruction caused by the god-blood family members they spread, the more the postures of these gods of war are closer to their 'nature'

Yes, the power of the gods affects their families, but the actions of the families also affect the gods themselves.

This kind of feedback is two-way, but for God O, the growth and behavior of the family will at most only bring them closer to the celestial self.

The nature of the God of War is naturally cruel and crazy, and the somewhat funny Ares was just a mask displayed by the long life of the God of War. The existence of the pursuit of the essence of war is bound to fit this trait.

"The power of command is what you ask for." He said arrogantly and indifferently.

Now the Lagia Empire invades Orari's army, and Ares is solely responsible for the command.

Because this **** of war hopes to lead his troops to break through Orari and trample the stinky faces of those who have insulted his friends. Of course, arrogance can completely reject this stupid request like a child's vindictiveness.

But Arrogance still agreed to him, and even... very willing to hand over the command of the legion to Ares.

He didn't actually do anything, but agreed to Ares' request to advance in advance, ignoring the wear and tear of passing through the Vincente Forest, and then handed over the command of the army to a mad god.

He really didn't do any extra tricks, just let the gods and people of Lagia kill his colleagues.

In fact, in the long run, Lagia's failure is not a bad thing. At least it made Ares realize that he didn't have the ability to command, but...it didn't make much sense.

Mu Feng has no interest in what the Lagia Empire will become in the future, anyway, he will soon leave this world!

"Pryde! My casting general, tell me! How long until we take Orari!"

Ares slammed the armrest of the throne beside him heavily, roaring like thunder

"When will I be able to step on the faces of those stupid arrogant idiots and tell them I'm right!"

"I can't give you a definite answer for the former, but the latter..." He arrogantly opened his arms slowly, and the shadows under him suddenly spread

A shadow like a shadow lake filled the ground of the palace hall, and as if floating from the receding tide, some bound gods appeared.

"Now, these majesty belong to you." said arrogantly and indifferently

Ares's expression was stunned for a moment, then he jumped off the throne with a mad laugh, and couldn't wait to come to these friends.

"Jian Yulei, Annu, Isis... Hahaha, why are you idiots here?"

"Because your majesty is trying to escape from Orari with their children." Arrogant ignored the angry eyes and commented indifferently and even happily