The Rise of the Cemetery

As You Nu sneaked in, the spiritual power of the young mage also penetrated into it, and he could see the scene inside at a glance.

What a crazy sacrifice!

This was a large karst cave, and the stalagmites in it had been cleaned up, leaving only a few stone pillars supporting the entire space.

A small drow altar has been erected in the center of the cleared ground.

The altar of drow is not quite similar to the altars of other gods. It is said to be an altar, but it is actually more like an execution platform. A wide and thick square black stone stands high on the top of the altar. The dark and twisted deep texture on it is more like the dark lines left after the blood stains soaked in it all the year round and haven't been wiped clean. And 3 meters above the altar, there was a blue-blue gloomy flame floating in the void.

At this moment, under the steps in front of the altar, the corpses of eight high-ranking priestesses were tilted and overturned. The gurgling blood flowed happily on the ground, and gathered together along the groove at the bottom of the altar, forming a small swamp.

Although the young mages couldn't recognize their faces, they could understand their true identities just by looking at their purple-black spider silk sacrificial robes with gorgeous piping pendants.

Eight high-ranking priestesses, which probably required all the high-ranking priests of all the families in Rasmuffel City to be able to get together. But at this moment, they all died here with distorted faces.

On the altar, there are three drow mistresses who are presiding over this crazy sacrifice. Oh, to be precise, it should be a dead mistress of the drow, a mistress of the drow bound on the altar, and a mistress of the drow who is holding a mysterious blade and praying loudly.

The Mistress of Drow lying on the side of the execution platform with a huge bloody hole in her chest looked unfamiliar, but Zena quickly reminded him that it was the Mistress of the Second Family, Carles.

"Okay, okay, such a crazy sacrifice, how can the mistress be worthy of such a big battle if you don't die!" The young mage secretly slandered in his stomach with a bit of black humor.

And the young Mistress Drow who was tied to the execution platform and writhed wildly was Resil who had just become the Mistress of the First Family not long ago. The drow, who are proficient in the art of binding, obviously regard her as a beautiful work of art. The dark and hard tendon-like ropes make the figure hot, and the mistress of the first family, whose clothes are exposed, outlines a towering chest, buttocks and slender legs.

If it wasn't for Resil's crazily writhing figure and sharp and ear-piercing shouts that ruined part of the beauty, just because of the black jade-like smooth and supple skin writhing violently under layers of restraint, as well as being flexible, powerful and full of power The muscle lines that feel but not stretched can make the young mage surrender in minutes.

"Master, what are you doing? If you want, you can come to me! I will..." Zena's sudden exclamation made Li Xun break free from some kind of perverted desire, and couldn't help but secretly wiped A cold sweat.

In this perverted world, even women's bodies can be perverted to such an extent!

The young mage cursed bitterly, and then he focused his attention on Mistress Ferren, who was holding a sacrificial ceremony in front of the execution platform.

Uh, well, this really is an extremely perverted world!

Ferlun held up a strangely shaped sacrificial knife with both hands, his body was moving crazily like an epileptic patient, and he muttered something. Her face is already blurred at this moment, but only a pair of ruby-like blood eyes are still blooming with a breathtaking light.

And the sacrificial knife in her hand is also very strange. The end of the handle wrapped in black silk is inlaid with a huge gemstone, and the edge of the knife pointing down is eight sharp claws stretched out in the shape of a spider. It is Drow It is a necessary ritual sacrificial blade in large-scale sacrificial activities.

The dead drow mistress Carles probably had her heart ripped out by it just now, and now it's Raisel's turn.

With the help of You Nu's vision, Li Xun clearly sees what is wrong with Ferlun.

From the blue and cold flame above the altar, a light smoke that looks like substance is curling up from it, not only blurring everything in the venue, but also accompanied by a faint and indistinct atmosphere that can seduce and inspire people's hearts. The murmur of the most primal desire for copulation among them.

Light smoke can obscure Ferlun's face, but it cannot obscure her strength. If there is no problem with the perception of the young mage, the current strength of this Mistress Ferren is steadily rising. When the young sorcerer entered the dialysis just now, she should have just reached level 17, but now she has steadily reached level 18.

How can this be?

The young mage was rubbing his head in pain on the sidelines. If he remembered correctly, Madam Ferren should only have level 14 strength in the previous few meetings. And the only one in the entire city of Rasmurfel who has reached level 17 is the former mistress of the first family, Wen Lisha.

But now, this Mistress Ferren was shaking her head and tail madly on the altar, and her personal strength was also growing wildly and crazily.

This is probably her trump card, right?

Bloody and crazy sacrifices were made with all the high-ranking priests and mistresses of several major families in Rasmuffel City as sacrifices, praying to the cruel and capricious spider goddess Rose for divine favor. Such sacrifices are carried out almost every once in a while in drow cities, but most of the sacrifices are made by those powerful underground creatures that are hostile to the drow elves, and it is rare for such a large-scale evil ritual of cannibalism to occur.

Such an evil sacrifice of self-destruction of the city wall would probably only give a positive response to an evil and hopeless dark-type god like Rose. If it was replaced by a deity who was so sane, he would not encourage his followers to kill each other and weaken his source of strength in a disguised form.

According to legend, this dark deity is malicious to everyone and covets the power and believers of other surface gods. She is very good at using all kinds of dirty and ruthless methods in battle. Because she intentionally plunges her followers into endless infighting, causing them to kill each other for power, some believe that the Spider Queen's mind is twisted and out of order. Though she can be gracious and helpful to those she loves, her power comes ultimately through death, destruction, and torment—including the death, destruction, and torment of those who fail to please her followers.

However, it is still rare to directly grant a huge increase in the strength of crazy believers like this one. It can also be seen from this that Rose, the spider goddess, was extremely satisfied with the sacrifice of the disciple Ferren, so she made an exception and bestowed far more divine grace than before.

Ferren, who was standing high in front of the execution platform, had long silver-gray hair blowing freely, and his high-pitched and passionate chant, similar to that of a woman's penis, ended with a slight tremolo. Up to this moment, her full and plump body is filled with a sense of fullness and hot power. This feeling of raising her hand to destroy the world has made her directly reach the most lasting peak of spiritual desire in history.

Finally, with a hoarse cry, the sacrificial knife that Ferlun held high finally fell down fiercely. Amid the splash of blood, the eight spider leg blades of the extremely sharp sacrificial knife pierced Raisel's chest without any hindrance. The soft and beautiful body of the young Mistress Drow who was struggling hard suddenly tensed up, and a trace of mournful desire overflowed from her mouth.

Ferren, who was completely occupied by madness, gritted his teeth, raised his hands, and appeared in front of her with the suddenly closed spider claws tightly grasping the beautiful heart that was still throbbing.

The blue flame above the altar suddenly burst into a towering fire pillar, and the upper end of the fire pillar could even lick the top of the nearly 40-meter-high cave wall. A seemingly invisible voice of a beautiful woman floated back and forth in the dense smoke, representing the aura of divine grace bestowed by the goddess, which was generated in the flames and slowly descended from the air.

"Not good! If she is really sacrificed successfully, she may climb to level 19, or even level 20. At that time, it will become very difficult to take her down." This idea was just in the mind of the young mage Formed, You Nu, who has always moved faster than thinking, has jumped out.

When Younu slid out of the shadow space, she was right behind Mistress Ferren's almost naked body, and the huge and sharp moon blade in her hand was slashing towards her with a silver light. The back of its slender and fragile neck.

"Be careful!" Li Xun's reminder came a little late.

Although he could see Younu's field of vision, he couldn't extend the panorama, but this did not prevent him from vaguely seeing through the invisible divine blessings rippling near the altar. You Nu may attack very stealthily and swiftly, but if she wants to break through this layer of divine magic blessing, I am afraid that she is still a little weak in strength.

Sure enough, it was just a ripple, and Younu seemed to be trapped in an invisible muddy pond, her every gesture seemed sloppy, as if a heavy burden was hanging on her body, and every movement was abnormally slow. But Ferren, who was blessed by the goddess, was at home in it, and while laughing unscrupulously, with the force of turning around, the snake head whip tied around his waist hit You Nu with a sharp bang.

Pieces of black mist exploded, and Younu's curvaceous figure instantly disappeared in place. There was a sharp and piercing scream in the air, and more than a dozen extremely sharp scratches almost broke through the limitation of time and space, appearing directly around the priestess, hitting the divine shield hard .

Facing the divine magic shield that was twisted to the extreme and about to disintegrate, the divine magic brilliance on Ferren's body surged, layer after layer of divine magic shield rushed to wrap himself in it again before the outer shield shattered, and blocked it in time. The shadow spears that struck silently.

This is the biggest difference between divine arts and spells.

If the mage's shield outside a mage's body is not broken or dispelled, it is impossible to support a new mage's shield again, because of the repulsion of the same type of spells, there will be no shield superposition at all. But divine arts are different, the same origin of the nature of divine power makes them have no problems in this regard at all. As long as the divine magic power can be maintained, then the layers of superimposed divine magic shields will never be used.

So in many cases, as long as a magician has not exhausted his magic power, he is like an immortal Xiaoqiang.

Now You Nu is facing such a problem. Her treacherous movement may ensure the suddenness and concealment of her attack, but the "weakness" of her body strength makes her like a bee circling around a beautiful glass cover. Find a way to break through the endless magical protection.

But the long-term attack was fruitless, and any small mistake of hers was caught by the enemy, which was an unbearable pain.

It was just a simple whip, but under the blessing of Ferlun's soaring strength attributes and divine arts, it was still a heavy blow that You Nu could not bear. With the sound of the whip, You Nu spouted blood and flew backwards, her body was still in the air, and she was chased up by the opponent's divine magic again, and was submerged in the sudden burst of divine magic brilliance.