Chapter 425 divine gift

The latest website: Winter Frost Bone indifferently looked at the white dragons that were slaughtered one by one on the altar, like fish on a chopping board, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes.

They were nailed to the altar, and the frost giant took the ice hammer and smashed the white dragon’s tailbone, limbs, and torso into minced meat, and finally smashed the skull to death in a painful whimper.

There was no sign of pity for half a year in the eyes of Bingdong Frostbone, instead, it was filled with a kind of fanaticism for the supreme existence.

This is the evil ritual of the priest’s angry lord. Even if he communicates with the powerful abyss lord, he needs to use blood sacrifice as a medium.

“The great God of Frost Giants, Koschurch, your devout followers, with the flesh and soul of seventeen white dragon reptiles as tribute, hereby make a supreme call to you, the war has come, and I beseech you to send down oracles and guidance, Show the way for your followers.”

Frostbone’s prayers are mixed with complex Abyss language and Giant language. The abyss commanded by the lord.

A projection of an indomitable deity appeared in the sky directly above the snow field. His blurry outline revealed an extraordinary sense of mystery. Only a pair of eyes like ice blue flames looked down at the earth with ruthless eyes.

An unusually heavy divine power filled the air, and even the whistling wind and snow in the air stopped.

Frostbone knelt down with a frenzied look on his face. The reason why he worships Coschurch instead of Solem is that he can truly feel the existence of the angry lord. As long as he pays enough “price”, he can “always”. “Listen to the oracles of the true God.

Of course, he is a frost giant with power above all else, and he believes in the iron law that if you want to gain power, you must pay the corresponding price.

Therefore, the set of Angry Lord suits his appetite very well.

“My God’s Favor, what does it mean to call my real name.” The giant said, his voice carried some kind of Power Word.

“The great **** of frost giants, Koschurch, under your guidance, I ruled the entire snowfield. Now all the frost giants in front of you are your devout believers. As for the heresy of Solem, they have already been swayed by me. Executed, the dirty souls will go to the abyss and become the bottommost Tanari demons, which will never be turned over.”

Winter Frostbone said in awe.

“Well done, Frostbone, you gained strength from hatred and anger, and it was a perfect decision to make you my God-Blessed One in Elbaf.”

Hong Yin, wrapped in the suppression of the soul, sounded in this ice and snow.

“I am waiting for you to lead the Rin Legion to take this plane. At that time, I will help you ignite the fire of God and give you the supreme priesthood. You will become my right-hand man and dominate this universe with me.”

“I will fight for this goal my whole life, my true God.”

Frostbone paused: “However, the Winter Legion is currently in trouble.”

“Are you talking about the red dragon that ruined your reputation before? With your strength, even an ancient red dragon will not be your opponent.”

“No, it’s the undead, my supreme god.”

“Undead?”

Koschurch fell into a brief silence, and the undead reminded him of a nasty guy.

His name is Undead Emperor Orcus, and his life experience is somewhat similar to that of Coschurch.

Once a mortal with unknown information, he mastered certain spells, and after his death, his soul went to the outskirts of the abyss and became the lowest-level tanari larvae.

And what followed was his legendary experience.

Orcus started as a young maggot and gradually became a powerful demon lord through devouring, and is one of the most powerful abyss demons in the abyss.

As famous as “Devil Prince” Demogorgan and “Dark Lord” Glazette, known as “Undying Emperor” Orchis, he is one of the three giants of the bottomless abyss.

He claims to be the creator of the undead, able to “reanimate” dead bodies, and the original Lich God.

At the same time, any high-level spellcaster who wants to transform himself into a lich needs to perform a specific sacrifice ceremony.

Although after countless thousands of years, necromancy has become a unique spell system, the undead emperor Orcus has an extremely far-reaching influence in the entire multiverse.

– Whether it is the true God, the Grand Duke of Demons, or the Demon Lord, none of them can ignore his existence.

“Great **** of frost giants, is there a problem with the undead?”

“No problem,” Koschurch said flatly. “Go on.”

There are countless liches in the entire universe, and every major material plane has had the incident of the dead army. He does not think that the undead mentioned in Frostbone’s mouth will be related to Orchis.

He just thought of Orcus inexplicably, that annoying guy, that’s all.

Frostbone continued: “The dense undead have occupied Kazarin. Those fearless and tireless dead have now nearly crossed the Winter Mountains. Your soldiers cannot stop the attack of the undead. I hope you can grant us no Impossible divine power, those **** skeletons, are no longer qualified to continue living in this world.”

“Small things.”

“Be my believer, and I will provide a strong refuge of faith,” Koschurch said.

His blue flame eyes looked at his chosen people: “Frostbone, go and take my power to smash all the skeletons to pieces! I will keep an eye on you all the time in the kingdom of God, don’t let me down, Frostbone .”

“Follow the oracle!”

The phantom that stood on top of the sky gradually dissipated, and the shrouded divine power instantly dissipated, and the stagnant wind and snow blew down again.

The eyes of many frost giants fell on the altar, their throats kept rolling, and greed appeared in their eyes. If it weren’t for the fact that Winter Frostbone was still in charge of the overall situation, there might have been a complete mess here.

The divine power originating from the angry lord is attached to the falling snow~www.readmtl.com~ As the snowflakes landed, blood-red fleshy flowers bloomed rapidly in the blood on the body of the white dragon, exuding an indescribable subtlety luster.

A small flower of flesh and blood is a seed of divine power, which contains unimaginable power.

He is no stranger to this kind of divine power gift, Winter Frostbone, and he has taken it many times to permanently increase his strength.

“Distribute it. This is a gift from the great **** of frost giants. Now, let’s go to the Storm Peaks and defeat that group of useless skeletons!”

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ps: The new book has some eyebrows for a while, and I saw an idea that day – the flow of players behind the scenes.

The protagonist is a giant dragon, who summons players from reality to become his dependents in another world and fights for him (no limit to professional kobolds, orcs, trolls, etc.), but it is still being conceived and may not be written.

It’s time to use your imagination, crowdfunding, gentlemen!