"Is it planning to cut its wrists and commit suicide?"

Beyond the intertwined curse lights, there was a teasing laughter from a certain hunting party, but no one took this rhetoric seriously. Any wizard with a little understanding of black magic would know the close connection between blood and curses.

For a moment, everyone was on the verge of an enemy, staring closely at the severed wrists, the blood gushing from the interlaced wounds, and every subtle movement of Whateley's raised hand.

"During the long wait, the pain first disappears and then reappears..."

Hundreds of crimson eyeballs opened and closed erratically, spitting out a terrifying light. The black wizard's gray-white long hair spread loosely, like long wriggling snakes spreading into the void. And shrill chant:

"...we opened our eyes wide and wiped away the tears

and see the truth..."

This is a strange ballad that sounded in the silent forest not long ago, but now it has become a strange magic. Accompanied by this incantation, the gushing blood dispersed and turned into clusters of blood beads of different sizes. These blood beads seemed to be connected by invisible ropes, hanging in the night, shining disturbingly. red light.

"...suffering is the fruit of truth

pain purifies the blood

And the blood will light up everything in the world..."

boom!

boom! boom!

The invisible and heavy pressure from the top of the head, like tarsal maggots, scurry along the weak points of the magic power flow, making the hunting teams that have been hit hard before no longer able to maintain the second-tier battle formation, and the avatars rushed Crash, including the Excuse Hunting Team.

This time, falling from the battle formation, Zheng Qing felt like falling into the water.

The bright red color rushed over from all directions, and the cold breath scrambled to penetrate into his body along every pore of his body, making him feel out of breath.

He raised his head, opened his eyes wide, and looked at the sky.

The clusters of blood beads were like stars in the night, and even their discrete positions were all referred to the star map, from which the young wizard could easily see a few familiar constellations.

When the last incantation of the black wizard ended, the 'Blood Stars' who were already in their positions burst into dazzling brilliance. In just an instant, the entire battlefield was enveloped in boundless blood. At this moment, no further explanation is needed. Everyone They can instantly understand what the phrase 'blood will illuminate everything' means.

"I don't know who came up with this twisted and weird idea of ​​hanging blood beads in the sky pretending to be stars."

The vice-president of the Starry Sky Academy, the huge circling and burning fire dragon let out a deep roar from the throat, interrupting the singing of the black wizard Yuyin Niaoniao:

"And let some guy who lost the ability to look up at the starry sky many years ago preside over this ceremony... I admire your fearlessness... But don't you understand, in this forest, every leaf of nature, Is every twig, every grain of dirt trying to shut you 'unnatural' things up?!

"

"Hey, little star, so small!"

The huge mantra spread along the dragon's chant. In an instant, the blood-colored starry sky seemed to be covered with a layer of tulle, and it suddenly became blurry and unreal. When the time fell, Zheng Qing suddenly felt that the oppressive suffocation around him was much relieved.

It seemed that at this moment, he emerged from the bottom of the water.

But it was only for a moment.

After only a short time, the layer of tulle dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the powerful magic power of the fire dragon melted like snow under the scorching sun in this **** world.

Ms. Margaret, the vice president of Atlas who had been standing quietly on the other side of the dragon, folded her white wings, took a step forward, and opened the white book in her hand:

"When the Lamb opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven for about two moments."

Her voice is not as gentle and gentle as that of ordinary nuns, but rather cold and indifferent, just like the light radiating from her body, like the light reflected by the sun shining on the ice, making people subconsciously tighten the robes on their bodies and hold their breath. took a breath.

This **** world seems to have the same feeling.

After Ms. Margaret spoke, the whole world also fell silent at this moment, no more, no less, which happened to be the time when the second hand moved two divisions on the dial.

Taking advantage of this brief gap, the witch turned to the second page of the book and continued to read: "The first angel blew the trumpet, and the sky seemed to be on fire, and one-third of the sky and one-third of the earth were burned. All the blood is also burned."

The phantom of the curled up angel floated up from the witch's book, raised its head, spread its wings, raised the horn in its hand, and blew once. A raging fire suddenly burned in the **** sky, like pieces of red wax oil, and Whateley's screams of pain came from the firelight, but this was not the end.

"The second angel sounded his trumpet, and hail and fire were mixed into the blood, and a third of the blood became the sea..."

"The third angel blew his trumpet, and there were stars of burning blood, like torches falling from the sky..."

"The fourth angel blew the trumpet~lightnovelpub.net~ The sun, the moon and the stars were separated, and the third part of the day was without light, and the third part of the night was not dark..."

"The fifth angel blew his trumpet, and I saw the stars fall from the sky to the earth one by one..."

One after another, phantoms of angels rise from Ms. Margaret's scriptures, blowing melodious and melodious trumpets one after another. Just like what she described, the **** world opened up by the black wizard continues to be heard in the sound of the trumpets. Disintegrated, the sea water painted one-third of the night into blue, and the other third of the night faded away. The stars transformed by the blood beads crowded the remaining one-third of the night sky, one after another from the sky. come down.

It seemed like this was the end of everything.

Then Zheng Qing heard the black wizard's painful screams slowly turn into suppressed and distorted laughter: "Giggle, hey, hey, haha, hahahaha..."

The falling blood stars shattered one by one amidst its laughter, and the sky suddenly began to rain, as thin as a cow's hair, but heavier than Mount Tai. The blood rain wandered aimlessly in the sky, will One after another, the phantoms of white angels were dyed red, and the rain of blood fell on the ground, crushing the second-tier battle formations built by registered wizards one after another.

In Zheng Qing's sight, the tall figures belonging to the wizards began to crumble one after another, as if they had been corroded by acid for a long time, and the wood inside had already rotted. Even the real bodies of the three great wizards inexplicably began to shrink in the rain of blood, becoming smaller and smaller.

Those falling blood rains did not really fall on the ground, but wrapped in the stolen magic power, gathered into one after another slender river of blood, went upstream, returned to the night, and turned into shining one after another. A bright star with a **** glow.

It only took a short time, and there was only that dark and huge figure left on the battlefield.