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His believers, the people he brought into the path of the Holy Light involuntarily bent their waists and knees, only offering their fanatical desire and love for the perfect thing in front of them.

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

Although he didn't speak, his behavior seemed to tell everyone here -- go, let the noble holy light recast your bodies in order to make yourself more perfect.

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

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Nebula M78

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Chapter 115. So, what is the price

In the middle of the night, Orario is dark

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

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

Here, people who are still willing to fight for Orario gather here, eager and suspicious eyes focus on the center of the encirclement.

God Mihe gently boiled the huge cauldron in front of him, and it was filled with viscous, hot, miserable green liquid.

After all, he has completed the refinement and transformation of the devil's blood.

God Mihe's face is not good, although all this is for the children of Orari to repel those crazy invaders. But these devil blood creations are also terrible.

Even though he tried his best, he couldn't change the characteristics of the demonic blood. In other words, the characteristics that make people crazy, make nature wither, and spread death are the source of the power of this demonic blood.

After the last round, Mihe put down the huge stirring stick in his hand, and Bell Cranney, who had become more sacred and inviolable than before, stepped up and scooped up a cup of viscous magic blood.

The green liquid that emanated from the long silk thread and gave off an extremely unpleasant smell made more people daunted, but some people still stepped forward and became the first person to eat crabs.

"Will it really give me strength..."

Shakti, the head of the former Ganesha family, came forward. This beautiful black-haired beauty looked haggard and painful. She looked longingly at the demonic blood in Bell's hand, and asked softly.

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

She has not many lifetimes of nostalgia left for this world. But even if she dies, she still hopes to make a final contribution before dying forever.

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

Bell's voice became ethereal and elongated, as if directly touching the soul, conveying the awe-inspiring voice of heaven

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

"all of these……"

Shakti seemed to understand Bell's charade-like behavior. Her expression struggled and hesitated a lot, and finally, she raised her head and drank the cup of miserable green magic blood!

"Woo!!!"

The wooden cup fell from his hand to the ground.

The scalding devil's blood flowed in her mouth, and the viscous liquid entered her throat at an extremely fast speed after being sent into her mouth, and was swallowed into her abdomen.

——It’s so hard to drink!

This is Shakti's first thought, it tastes like expired rotten milk mixed with rotten eggs, and the disgusting smell of boiling hot after a pile of garbage!

The next moment, Shakti couldn't care less about the simple thought of 'drinking' anymore. The devil blood entered her stomach, and then decomposed at an extremely fast speed. The powerful evil energy entered her along her blood vessels. Every part of the body!

It felt like every part of my body was burning in flames! This pain caused Shakti to let go of the cup in his hand, and fell to the ground screaming in pain.

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

Changes come quickly.

Shakti's white skin slowly climbed up to complex and miserable green fel magic lines, and the color also tended to a strange dark red.

Burning scars of evil energy began to appear on the bright and clean face, and spikes wrapped in green evil energy appeared on the elbows and knees!

The sharp jet-black tail broke through the coccyx 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 no, her subsequent changes are even more dramatic.

Accompanied by the roar of pain, Shakti's slender and beautiful body disappeared, replaced by a huge body that suddenly swelled several times!

Sharp black spikes grew from the back, and the pupils of the eyes disappeared, leaving only the burning flames of fel energy!

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

The expressions of the lightcasters behind Bell became wrong. The hatred of evil energy engraved in their instincts by the holy light seal made them want to make a move.

But Bell has never moved. He should be the most radical spokesperson of the Holy Light, but at this moment he is calmly watching the birth of a demon.

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

After Shakti, who was originally LV5, was transformed into a demon, his power has more than skyrocketed. The aura of madness and destruction emanating from her body made the other onlookers instinctively feel terrified.

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

Shakti clenched her clawed palm, and a voice like a deep bell echoed in her mouth

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

Shakti's mouth surged with flames of fel energy, and his eyes full of tyrannical and murderous intent shone on Bell and the Lightforgers next to him.

"You still have reason, Shakti. Then unleash this desire for destruction on our enemies."

Bell calmly watched Shakti who became full of malice, and said lightly

The power of fel does not make people evil, it only makes people chaotic and do whatever they want. As a power representing the entropy of heat death and disorder in the universe, there is no good or evil in the essence of fel energy.

"I will enjoy their wailing, and then... I don't promise that I won't shoot you."

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

"This is the gift of the devil's blood." Bell looked at the other people who hesitated, and said lightly

"It will magnify the desires and disorderly desires in your hearts, and at the same time give you a powerful force-fel energy. This road is full of wreckage of destruction."

"But you are still encouraging us to master such power?" Asfi, the head of the Hermes family, said in a deep voice

"Because if you want to fight against demons, you can only become a demon." Bell responded indifferently.

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

"I come!!!"

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

The next moment, there was still rolling and howling in pain, and he didn't hold on for long, and when he stood up again, he had already completed his demonization.

But this demonization can't be compared with Shakti at all. 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 member, why are you fighting?" Bell looked at the demonized man and asked softly

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

He roared sharply, and his thick arms easily hammered the ground out of a huge pothole. This man who was just an ordinary man, after drinking the devil's blood, instantly became an existence comparable to an LV3 adventurer!

This time, there was much less fear and rejection in the eyes of the demon blood, and more greed and longing instead.

The poison of power is so fascinating and addictive, one sip can give you the power to reach the sky in one step, how many people can refuse such a temptation?

"Look what you've done to O'Leary!"

Hermes looked at the demonized adventurers one after another, and complained to Mu Feng beside him

"It's just that you guys are too disappointing." Mu Feng squinted at Hermes and said lightly

"This farce has dragged on for so long, and it's time to draw it to an end. Even if we can endure it, the other 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. Moreover, I am very interested in the new game you developed..."

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Nebula M78

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Chapter 116. The Final Jihad

"Why haven't you taken Olalie until now!!!"

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

Marius looked down at the sword of the military god in front of him, was silent for a moment, and said in a deep voice

"Our main force cannot bypass the Vincent Forest in a short period of time. I once persuaded you that we should wait for a while before attacking..."

"I don't want to hear excuses!"

Ares interrupted Marius' explanation with a violent growl. The God of War was getting more and more violent now, like a powder keg on a fire, ready to be ignited and detonated at any time.

"I don't want the number of casualties, I just want Olalie!!!"

The God of War's angry roar and ferocious roar resounded through the Scarlet City, and also echoed in the hearts of every family member who carried his divine blood.

Marius clenched his fists silently, glanced at the arrogance who had always been cold and silent, and bowed away.

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

Arrogant looked at the extremely irritable Ares, and said lightly

"You and your lords seem to be getting more and more irritable. Although I can understand it, I think it's better to restrain yourself."

"Restrain? It took so long, but I still haven't seen the wreckage of Orario!"

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

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

With the expansion of the scale of the war, the more death and destruction caused by the blood family spread by them, the closer the attitude of these gods of war is to their "nature"

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

This kind of feedback is two-way, but for the gods, the growth and behavior of the family will only make them closer to themselves in the heavens.

The nature of the God of War is naturally brutal and crazy, and the somewhat amusing Ares in the past is just a mask displayed by the God of War in his long life. The existence that pursues the essence of war will inevitably fit this characteristic.

"The power to command is what you requested." Said arrogantly and indifferently

Now the Ragia Empire invaded Orari's army, and Ares was fully responsible for the command.

Because the God of War wanted to personally lead the troops to break through Olalie's stinking faces of those god friends who had insulted him. Of course, arrogance can completely dismiss this stupid request like a child's vindictiveness.

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

He didn't actually do anything, but he agreed to Ares' request to march in advance, ignored the loss of passing through the Vincent Forest, and then handed over the command of the army to a mad god.

He really didn't do any tricks outside the plate, just let the gods and people of Ragia kill his colleagues by himself.

In fact, in the long run, Ragia's failure is not a bad thing. At least this made Ares realize that he has no commanding ability, but... it doesn't make much sense.

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

"Pride! My foundry general, tell me! How long will it take before we take Orario!"

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

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

"I can't give you a definite answer to the former, but the latter..." Arrogance slowly opened his arms, and the shadow 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 majesties belong to you." Said arrogantly and indifferently

Ares was stunned for a moment, then jumped off the throne with a wild laugh, and couldn't wait to come to these god friends

"Jian Yulei, Anu, Isis...hahaha, why are you idiots here?"

"Because your majesty tried to take their children away from Olalie." Arrogant ignored the angry gazes, and commented indifferently and even happily