The League of Humans, the London super-city-state.
Black crows hovered and fluttered high in the air, and the crosses on the tops of several Gothic churches reflected the sunlight, and the crows that flew past cast a black shadow on the roof of the church.
The archon of each city-state has a different temperament and surname, and the archon who controls the super-city-state of London, Hamlet, the famous thunder king in the West, is a crazy classicist and a lover of mystical culture.
So the London mega-city-state, with a total population of nearly 500 million, is extremely retro, with strangely shaped towers and churches standing everywhere, and the crows, which have all kinds of connotations in the mystic culture, have bred to the point of near-flooding in this huge city-state.
A middle-aged man in a black trench coat stood on the side of the street full of cars, his long black hair neatly draped behind him, and a long strand of bangs on his forehead covered a small dark red crystal bead in the center of his eyebrows.
He held a cane, and the delicate black wooden cane was densely carved with handwriting several times thinner than an ant's head, this kind of writing was extremely complex, and every word exuded a sacred and solemn flavor.
In his black eyes, a little ghost-like light flashed, and the man suddenly fixed his eyes on a beautiful young woman in a long dress across the road.
Her skin was as white as snow, her hair was as golden as gold, her eyes were incomparably blue, and her ruddy, water-chestnut-like mouth made her an extremely beautiful woman who was full of power over foreign surnames.
The man in black smiled, ignoring the traffic on the street, and slowly crossed the road step by step, and came to the young woman.
He bowed to the young woman, and the man in black asked in a very graceful and soft voice, "Beautiful lady, can I have such an honor to take off your beautiful but useless clothes with my own hands, and enjoy your beautiful and delicate body?"
The young woman looked at the man in black in disbelief, she couldn't imagine that in broad daylight, a well-dressed gentleman who looked noble-looking would say such shameless and boring words.
She took a step back in horror and yelled at Jack A tall young man quickly leaned over and slammed a neat uppercut into the jaw of the man in black.
There was a crisp snap, and the black-clothed man's body did not move, but the young man hissed and howled, his fist exploded, and broken bones and flesh sprayed all over the ground, and a large amount of blood was spurting out like a spring with a sizzling sound.
The beautiful young woman dropped the silk handkerchief in her hand, her beautiful eyes widened, and she screamed hysterically.
The visual impact of white broken bones, red minced flesh, and blood gushing from a spring made her want to faint, but an indescribable fear gripped her heart and made her dare not faint.
"Your ruthless refusal has affected a lot of innocent people" The man in black looked at the beautiful young woman and sighed helplessly: "Originally, you and these people around you were safe, but now, I have to change my original intention" A fist-sized black stone magic ball flew up, and the polished surface of the stone ball was also carved with twisted and small complex characters.
The man in black tapped his finger lightly on the stone ball, and he whispered: "With this woman as the center, everyone in the surrounding twelve blocks, take them all" Hundreds of large floating airships flew slowly in the sky, and countless soldiers of the London city-state wearing black uniforms and combat armor rushed down the street with expressionless faces.
They waved their weapons and roared loudly, gradually sealing off the neighborhood and forbidding anyone from entering or leaving.
The beautiful young woman couldn't care about the man named Jack, she looked at the man in black and screamed in panic: "Who are you, what do you want to do, what do you want to do?"
Several soldiers in tight-fitting suits came running quickly, and they swung their metal batons and struck them the young woman's forehead.
The young woman was violently knocked unconscious before she could even snort, and then the soldiers, as if dragging a corpse, dragged her with her beautiful long blond hair to a heavy vehicle that was slowly approaching.
"I said that you have implicated a lot of innocent people" The man in black played with the suspended stone ball in front of him, and smiled indifferently: "Originally, I was selected by civilians from several other neighborhoods, but because of your ruthlessness, because you hurt my fragile feelings, the fate of more than two million civilians in the twelve neighborhoods around you has been completely changed." ” With a hard sniff, the man in black smashed Jack's head with his cane, his gaze becoming even more cold and merciless.
"Humble human" The man in black smiled lowly: "I have the right to do anything to you, because I am the ruler of you and your souls, I am the supreme ruler of the city-state of London, I am Hamlet, the king of thunder, and your soul must tremble under my feet" "I can protect you, and I will bring you evil" Three hours later, when night fell, an eerie altar stood tall in the mountains outside the walls of the western side of the London mega-city Two million freshly severed human heads were piled up to form this boxy altar.
The heads of countless old people, young people, and children were piled up with flesh and blood, and a thick sense of despair and confusion could still be seen on their messy faces.
Below Hamlet, the twenty-five archcons of the London super-city-state, as well as hundreds of archcons from dozens of other large city-states in the western realm, led tens of thousands of young men and women dressed in various colored robes, knelt respectfully around the altar.
Palm-wide ditches were carved into the plains between the mountains, filled with plasma that emitted a strong smell of blood.
Looking down from above, these ditches outlined a huge oval circle, and the altar was inlaid in the middle of the circle, as if an oval eye was inlaid with a boxy eye, and the whole circle exuded a strange and hideous feeling.
Hamlet holds a black stone ball in both hands, the opaque stone ball gently ripples like water waves, and from time to time a distorted grimace rushes out of the stone ball, emitting a chilling curse and roar.
The stone ball contained the souls of two million civilians who had just been killed, and their deaths were so horrific that their souls exuded an astonishing aura.
Night shrouded the land, and the Milky Way stretched across the void.
Hamlet slowly stood up, walked over to the altar, placed the black stone ball on the altar, and recited the ancient incantation.
In the high-pitched, powerful, sonorous and melodious sound of the incantation, the black stone ball expanded rapidly, and finally turned into a black light cluster with a diameter of 100 meters and suspended on the altar.
Hundreds of powerhouses at the level of archons, together with tens of thousands of young men and women, bit the tip of their tongues at the same time and spurted out a piece of blood.
The black light cluster released a powerful suction, swallowing the blood of tens of thousands of people in one gulp.
The terrible cries of countless unjust souls spread throughout the four fields, and one after another dark red unjust souls let out a terrible howl, constantly flying out of the black ball of light.
The bodies of these unjust souls are twisting and dissolving, their souls shaped as if they were not solidified cement.
Gradually, these unjust souls were forcibly crumpled into a ball by the invisible force, and then from the aggregate of this unjust soul, a long strip the thickness of a thumb was pulled out and shot towards the sky.
The blood-infused circle spewed out a dazzling blood light, and many archons below Hamlet poured their strength into the circle with all their might.
Earth, water, fire, wind, thunder, frost, all kinds of natural forces are surging, Hamlet is fanatical and chanting incantations at the same time, their power gathering together, causing the surrounding void to shake.
The thin soul body shot rapidly into the sky, gradually shooting out hundreds of miles high.
Eventually, he pierced through the void and disappeared into it.
Dozens of constellations in the Milky Way lit up at the same time, and a giant figure outlined by billions of stars appeared in mid-air.
A little starlight shone in the figure's hands, and the whole world trembled slightly, and the soul body suddenly burned, and a little starlight quickly landed along the slender strip drawn from the soul body, and fell straight on the altar.
"Gods, please," Hamlet screamed.
Several strong men in ancient metal armor strode to the altar carrying a heavy metal coffin, and they held the coffin with both hands and fell to one knee on the ground.
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Hamlet hurried to the coffin and lifted the heavy lid with great caution.
Inside the coffin was a shriveled and rotten corpse, and inside the coffin was a large amount of viscous and filthy green juice, which shook gently, giving off a strange smell that made people want to vomit.
The blood in the surrounding circle flew into the sky, turning into a stream of blood and continuously pouring into the coffin.
The green juice was washed clean, and every inch of the dried corpse greedily devoured the gushing blood fountain, his shriveled body quickly became plump, and his black skin gradually became ruddy, full of life.
A silver figure that appeared as if it were nothing fell straight down the small strip drawn from the collection of unjust souls, and fell straight down the torrent condensed by the starlight in the sky.
He couldn't wait to spread his hands and pounce on the corpse that was rapidly regaining its breath.
A soft groan of satisfaction sounded, and the dry corpse suddenly sat up straight, and then he quickly straightened up, exposing his body to everyone's gaze.
He held his head high proudly, and slowly stroked the thick purple hair on his head with great narcissism.
This is a young man with purple hair and purple eyes, a tall and burly body, and a strong and perfect body like a statue.
His appearance is so handsome that it is almost evil, and perhaps only by using the word demon can his appearance and temperament be better described.
But unlike the usual demons of the Eastern realm, this young man's temperament was holy and majestic, and he stood in the filthy coffin, but he seemed to be sitting on a throne in the clouds, looking down with disdain on the archons and their retinue around him.
Slowly moving as one, a dull sound of bones crashing came from the body that had not moved for many years.
The young man snorted softly, then opened his mouth and spat out a black clot of blood.
He was dissatisfied with his strong muscles, and complained in a low voice: "Aren't you very careful about this precious divine body?"
Hamlet and everyone present knelt on the ground, their foreheads pressed tightly to the ground, and they did not even dare to look up at the young man.
Hamlet said respectfully: "O noble holy envoy, how dare we not care, but the holy weapon that stores the divine body is so noble, for countless years, we have not dared to get close to it in the slightest."
The young man nodded in satisfaction, his body surrounded by a cloud of silver starlight, and in the next moment he was in front of a female archon from the city-state of Paris.
Naked, he scanned the archon's body with the gaze of a tiger spotting the little white rabbit, and finally looked at her long red hair like a flame with great admiration.
"I love red-haired women, especially the feeling that when their hair is wet with sweat, it looks like half-coagulated plasma, and I am intoxicated" The young man squatted, slowly placing his hands on the red-haired archon's face, and then gently lifted her beautiful, graceful, soft-lined face.
"Be my woman, if your performance can satisfy me, I can make you my eighty-ninth concubine" The young man squinted at the red-haired beauty whose body trembled slightly, and giggled: "You have beautiful long red hair like them" A tall, handsome man with a beard kneeling beside the red-haired woman raised his head in anger and hissed, "O noble messenger, Mirenda is my lover, she is my wife."
The young man narrowed his eyes, and he smiled and glanced at the handsome man, then pressed his palm to the center of his brow.
With a bang, the handsome man's head exploded, and then his entire body exploded, and then the fragments of his exploded body continued to explode, and soon his body exploded into a cloud of flying ashes.
Under the starlight sky, a translucent soul appeared in the handsome man's body, and the distorted soul of his painful face also exploded inch by inch, and finally exploded into ashes, leaving nothing behind.
"Okay, now dear Milenda, you are no one's wife, you can completely control your own destiny" The young man's hands pressed directly on the plump and straight head of the red-haired beauty, he smiled and looked at the stunned red-haired beauty, and asked softly: "This low-blooded descendant, he can't stop you from pursuing happiness" "Dear Milenda, would you like to be my eighty-ninth concubine" The young man smiled brightly and gently: "You must be willing, is it because if you don't want to, I will kill all the men who are related to you, and then the women who are related to you" Hamlet raised his head, and he sneered in a cold and stiff tone: "Milenda, stupid woman, how long do you have to think about the grace of the Holy Envoy, this is an opportunity that no number of people can ask for, how long do you have to think about it" Milenda's body trembled violently, and she watched in horror at her husband's vanishing position.
"You, reject me" A ruthless cold light flashed in the young man's purple eyes, and he said slowly: "Then, I can only pray that among your female relatives, there are women who are as beautiful as you."
Can't let me down, you say, dear, Milanda."
After swallowing a mouthful of spit, Mi Lianda trembled and spoke: "No, no, the honorable Holy Envoy" Taking a hard breath, Mi Lianda looked at the young man and smiled very flatteringly: "I, I am very honored to be your woman" "What a lovely, well-informed man," the young man sighed contentedly, and then he slammed his palm on the top of Milenda's head, and with another bang, Mirenda exploded to pieces like her husband, leaving no trace.
All the consuls and their retinues around them were so frightened that they didn't dare to speak.
The young man stood up slowly, holding his head with his hands in great distress, and screamed angrily towards the sky.
"Why is this so, why is this woman not even the slightest idea, why doesn't she resist, why does she give in, why doesn't she rise up and resist, why doesn't she assassinate me, the enemy who killed her husband" "Such a ruthless, filthy-souled woman, how can she be worthy of me who is noble and holy" The young man screamed angrily a few times, and finally exhaled heavily, and casually pulled up a blonde girl who was originally kneeling behind Milenda.
Holding the girl's handfuls tightly with his right hand, the young man nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, in these days when I come, you, you will meet all my needs, if you do well, I will make you my eighty-ninth concubine."
Without even looking at the girl's face, the young man turned to Hamlet as he rubbed her towering plumpness.
"Inferior descendants, inferior descendants of inferior blood, I have brought the divine will of the supreme king."
"The era of the end of the Dharma is coming to an end, and the Gate of the Zhou Heavenly Realm is about to open, and those little ants that you call the Eastern Monks are ready to move.
The Supreme King knows that they have received some guidance from our mortal enemies, and that there are still a few months in your mortal world, and that the Glowing Confusion Rush is coming, and when the distance between the Glowing Star and the Hongmeng Continent is the closest, they will go to open the Glowing Confusion Dojo."
"We can't let them succeed, no matter what the cost you pay, to sabotage all their actions" "In the vicinity of the Hongmeng Continent, there can't be another immortal dojo with Da Luo Jin Immortal in charge, this is not in our interests" The young man's gaze swept over Hamlet and the others, and looking at them as they were silent, the young man nodded with satisfaction.
"Very well, I trust that you will do whatever it takes to fulfill the divine will of the Supreme King."
"And your hard work and sacrifice will not be in vain, I have brought you some precious items that you can only dream of, and even you cannot get in your dreams" "If you can find enough and beautiful virgins to please me, perhaps, I will give you these treasures" to be continued
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