Age of Adepts

November 18, 13775 A.D.

On the 15th day of the invasion of Johnson's position, the anticipated Blood Festival ceremony finally began!

Before the sky dawned, a strong and bloody atmosphere had swept over the entire city of Dead Water, and more than 200,000 beasts caught by the witches in the city had instantly become dead souls under a knife and died at a hidden and dreadful ceremony.

The main festival is, of course, housed in the largest and most magnificent hall in the city of Dead Water.

Once the temple of the beast god Arug, it is now the main altar for the slaughter of the beast gods. The cruelty and bloodshed of the world will always be so, and there is nothing to be done about it.

Up to 50,000 Orc believers were slit through their throats and propelled into a temporarily excavated pit, where warm blood flowed from strangely twisted corpses and gathered in the pit. As more and more animals are pushed into the pit, the blood water slowly overflows and begins to soak the bodies of the underlying layer in the thick, bright red blood water.

The souls of the dead beasts slowly dispersed from the bodies, following the laws of position to the high dome. But when I touched the mud wall near the pit, a mysterious symbol appeared scattered with magical fluorescence, blocking them back.

The soul, unable to return smoothly to the mother river of the soul, became restless, and the eye position on the illusory face, which was originally stubborn, lit up with glitter red. They either crazily hit the mud wall, or walked in a pile of dead bodies in confusion, or cried on their knees in awe...

Many souls still seem unable to accept the reality that they are dead, wandering freely in a pile of bodies, trying to find their own shells and return to that warm and peaceful world.

With the constant death of the Orcs, the souls of the Orcs gathered in the deep pit are increasing. It's a noisy food market, full of roaming souls and thundering whistles.

On the earth platform on the edge of the pit, a dozen bearded black witches glanced at each other and began to dance strangely and ridiculously around the pit. And as they speak vague evil prayers, an evil force slowly passes into the bottom of the pit, where it sprouts.

A moment later, an evil seed that had been buried in the bottom of the pit had broken out of the earth and protruded black buds in the blood water and in the morgue.

Launched with the intense death scent of the cave and many bitter witches, this strange bud began to grow and grow rapidly.

Knock, knock...

The bud actually cracked open a mouth with fine white teeth on the edge and started swallowing blood from the cadaver. And it used to have only one finger of thick stalk that started expanding rapidly and thickening, and through the dark, dark stalk exterior wall, you can glimpse the joyful flow of blood juice inside and a bunch of muscles that can still digest in the future.

In a strange hiss, the tiny tip of the bud splits open a mouth and protrudes from it a dozen fine, silky tentacles.

As the buds swell and grow, these tentacles also begin to grow thick and strong.

In the blink of an eye, these tentacles are no different from giant pythons. They twisted and twisted into the corpses of the animals around them, and then frantically split, enlarged, and drilled inside the animals. As the big mouth swallowed, the warrior of the Orc began to wither and dry at visible speeds.

Without waiting for the nutrients inside this beast's body to be swallowed up, the new serpentine tentacles drilled out of holes in the body's eyes, ears, mouth, nose, etc., and then crazily stabbed into the new body.

It's like an evil tree that swallows the flesh and grows wildly, and in the blink of an eye, this snake-like vine tends to hang every corpse of an animal in a pit above its branches. Looking away, the corpse of tens of thousands of animals is like a fruit hanging from this strange and creepy evil tree.

Beating down the corpse of the Orc doesn't count. The evil tree is already thick enough to crack a large mouth on the backbone of a 50-metre square circle, flying out of the dense and numb strange grey mosquito. These mosquitoes poured as fast as a black tide into the souls of the beasts.

This grey mosquito suddenly overwhelmed the soul of an otherwise invisible Orc, scaring and moaning the soul. But with a strange sucking sound, the screaming of the soul is dwindling, and its soul fiction is fading.

Finally, with the sound of the grey mosquitoes scattering, the soul of the original surrounded Orc has completely disappeared!

Though most of their memories have been lost, these Orc souls retain their instinctive ferocity and fear of death. Some animal souls were scared to hide, while others roared up and fought with fists and feet against grey mosquitoes.

Unfortunately, this grey mosquito clearly belongs to the Ghost of the Spirit, and no amount of damage can be inflicted on the animal's soul, no matter how it resists and attacks it. Their long straws can easily penetrate the phantom of the soul and harvest the pure soul energy of the other party.

The circular grey mosquito that rises in the back of the belly will fly back over the evil tree and spit on the pure soul energy sucked into the evil tree itself. This move also promptly accelerated the growth and growth of evil trees by a few points.

A strange black junction began to emerge around the evil tree, beneath which the law chain of Johnson's position appeared like a silver chain. The strange evil tree also protrudes a serpentine tentacle, slowly extending into these chains of the laws of the position.

A strange noise of soft tooth legs occurs as soon as the silver chains and black trees touch each other. In the thick black smoke, Johnson's rule of position began to be applied to the evil tree with a powerful counterphage.

Just now, a bloody mouth exploded over a mighty evil tree trunk and branches, and a large strand of blood and massive musculoskeletal flesh splattered out of it. The evil tree twisted wildly and shook with a sharp hissing of trembling hearts.

The evil tree has no eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and naturally no sound, so this hissing occurs only at the mental level.

All the wizards, beasts and other creatures in the city heard this strange hissing. Those individuals who were more resolute were okay and barely resisted the intrusion of spiritual hissing. The presence of Grade 1 and below jumps high, the eyes, ears, mouth and nose simultaneously seep out the purple and black blood serpent, and the mental level is not shallow.

Even many mentally weak individuals died directly in this‘ mental aftermath ’!

Needless to say, almost everyone was traumatized by several first-degree wizards who brought Grimm into Johnson's position, one holding his head in one hand and the other in a row. And the goblin engineers and technicians, no one left to die of mental assault.

“No, the confrontation between the roots of corruption and the laws of the face is not cheap! Quick... Bring all those premium sacrifices...” Dead Witch leader Kesuna, who has been watching carefully, drank loudly.

At her urging and command, a heavily tied Orc strong man was taken to the edge of the cave and then pushed alive into it.

Seeing layers of cumbersome bones in the cave, and that strangely shaped, terrible tree of evil, these powerful beasts twisted their bodies and cursed the witches wildly. Yet just at this moment, countless black tentacles drilled out of the body pile went in through their eyes, ears, mouths and noses, drilled under brown green skin.

The curse of the beastman mighty stops!

Once again, the scene was submerged by that loud-mouthed swallowing sound.

With the flesh and soul of these mighty men as backup, the newly defeated evil tree once again protrudes black tentacles forcibly into the chain of laws. Under the backdrop of a series of fierce bits, the bit-law chain also changed from a deep, restrained silver color to a dazzling gray color.

Between heaven and earth, there was a sudden and exhilarating whistle!

At this moment, the entire Johnson face inside, regardless of race, regardless of gender, regardless of strength or weakness… all living beings suddenly stopped the movement in their hands and suddenly turned their heads and looked somewhere far away.

There seemed to be some bad things happening to me...

Only those who are acute in spirit or who have initially come into contact with the rule of the dominant can feel the strong resentment and thriving anger from the consciousness of the dominant through the shock of the rule of the dominant.

Someone profoundly pissed off the sense of position!

It also appears to have caused some damage to the situational consciousness.

The mighty cannot help but be appalled.

What is situational awareness?

It may not have any entity, nor is it simply a body of consciousness, but hundreds of billions of mixtures of matter and spiritual consciousness throughout the facade. Until it grows into a large site, this situational awareness is like a fetus that is conceived in a situational uterus, without any complete sense of independence, but with some simple, crude instincts.

So when these outsiders hurt it by some means, they make it feel like a survival crisis. In this unique way, it also deeply imprinted its hatred of the invaders deep in the souls of all living beings.

The bit is its body, the bit consciousness is the crude instinct it was born with, and the bit law is the tool that controls the bit space. Now, there are some outsiders who want to invade the rules of the table and compete with it for control of the table space, which is absolutely an intolerable enemy!

So, at this moment, these wicked witches who invaded from the wizard world have succeeded in being promoted from a terrible, powerful enemy to a desperate enemy.

This terrible consequence can only be truly felt by those who have experienced it!

Grimm pushed open the wooden window of his dwelling, staring at the dark red sky as if it were a bloody sky, and for the first time felt deep malice from the situational consciousness.

His breathing suddenly got hard!