Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 78 Sacrifice

Bardhall almost instantly grasped the surging power within him, and then, in Omibella's eyes, absorbed the remaining few orbs of light into himself.

He is now similar to Amanises, who killed the Destroyer Wolf.

"Mother Goddess..." Badheel turned to look at his mother.

Omibella felt her body freeze in a cold, almost unable to withstand the mental shock of that instant.

His companion collapsed under the firstborn son's sword and was then "eaten," an extreme shock for any sentient being.

"Ah!" Omibella slowly opened her mouth and let out a slightly sharp scream.

He turned and fled immediately, a sense of fear rising within him; at that moment, all he wanted was to get away!

There is more than one corpse in the grave of the Giant King's parents!

……

"Ormir is dead," Lilithni said coldly, looking at the twilight that had suddenly been stained crimson.

"Let's go over there," Truman said, as he and Sasriel wandered outside the Giants' Court.

"Who dares to trespass into the Giants' Royal Court!?"

The silver knight guarding the gate remained steadfast despite the circumstances, and only now was the entire giant race able to awoke from the shock of the fallen giant king.

Some of them even knew the truth, but they still chose to protect the giants' royal court.

"You..." Sasriel looked at the giant warriors who were preparing to die bravely, thought for a moment, and said, "From now on, you will be loyal to me. Now, step aside."

Wherever Sasriel's gaze fell, the shadows beneath the feet of all the giant warriors who stood in his way seemed to come alive, controlling their movements.

"Giants will die from betrayal." Truman walked into the Giants' Court. It had been a hundred years since his last visit, when the Giants' Court was one of the two poles of the Twin Ages.

But now it is beginning to decline.

Of course, his influence is also significant in the decline of this region.

"Badhair!" Truman arrived at the Twilight Palace and saw the departing radiance of life, as well as Badhair, who was now just a twilight phantom.

He dared not stay here to face Truman, and after Omibella escaped, he could only leave immediately, his true form disappearing into who knows where.

Having just committed a perfect betrayal, the giant can no longer trust anyone.

"Dream!" Badheel opened his single eye, and the light of dawn in his eye began to change, heading towards dusk.

"And you, Sasriel!" Badheel quickly noticed Sasriel's relaxed demeanor, which made him even more wary.

The identity of the Vice-King of Heaven represents that ancient sun god.

After careful consideration, Badheer looked at the fragmented property on the ground. The greatsword had also shattered and was reforming.

He could have taken all of these things away, but he didn't.

"I only took what I was entitled to; the rest is yours. But I need to take the giants with me."

Badheir made a concession; his real body dared not face the two, but his illusory form had some confidence to negotiate.

Truman glanced at the wary Badhre and put aside some of his thoughts. If he joined forces with Sasriel now, the probability of finding and completely erasing a future god would be about 30%.

However, even with the special properties, Amanisis dared not fuse them before the end of the world and before obtaining the "River of Eternal Darkness," and could only leave them to gather dust in the warehouse.

It would be better to let Badheir block the stars in the Fifth Age, like the Demon Lord.

So Truman and Sasriel exchanged a glance and agreed to Badhall's terms.

"Can."

The giants as a whole were of little value to them.

The twilight shadow left by Badheir gradually faded away; He was cautious enough that the power of his decaying authority erased all connections.

"This is probably the easiest ancient god force to deal with," Sasriel remarked, as almost all the other ancient god forces required the ancient sun god to personally intervene.

But the Giants' court began to crumble from within.

"The underworld is probably coming soon too."

Truman seemed to sense something; a powerful force flashed across the Book of Dreams.

But he didn't investigate. Amanises was in the underworld, so he didn't need to worry. He simply swept all the characteristics of demigods and above from the Giants' Court into the treasure vault.

Olmir is now history; the next one should be the phoenix progenitor, Greta Garley.

……

Instead of pursuing the remnants of the giant army led by the God of Honor, Salinger went to the temple deep in the underworld, where he devoutly prayed to the Phoenix Ancestor and listened to divine pronouncements.

"Go and repair the underworld, then seal off all passages to the outside world, completely isolating ourselves from it. The time will be... infinitely long!"

The progenitor of the phoenix issued a divine decree, deciding to remain in the underworld and never venture out again.

The elves and dragons have been utterly defeated and will soon be devoured. At that time, the ancient sun god will be irresistible, and he can only hide as deeply as possible, like a demon lord.

This was the original idea of ​​the Phoenix Ancestor, but it was disrupted by Olmir, and now he is also in deep danger.

"Yes!" Salinger knelt down and replied respectfully.

hum!

The phoenix statue, seemingly carved from bronze, shimmered with faint light, and a phantom portal descended upon Salinger.

This is a gift from the progenitor of the phoenix.

Has the Phoenix Ancestor even needed his subordinates, the gods, to do the work of fixing the rules of the underworld...?

Salinger made no unnecessary reaction; having obtained this underworld access, he left the temple and diligently began to repair the rules that had been broken by the Giant King.

Having the authority of the underworld is not too difficult, it's even a bit easy—which means that the Phoenix's condition deteriorates simply by using its power?

Salinger showed no sign of distress. He returned to the Palace of Death, prayed to the Phoenix, and performed a simple sacrificial ceremony, offering the illusory portal to the Phoenix Ancestor.

Until the very last moment, Salinger received no warnings from his partners, so he took his own course of action.

In the instant before the sacrificial gate closed completely, Salinger activated a hidden spell, which granted him temporary, secret protection.

Then an eyeball appeared in His hand.

This eyeball is mostly black, surging with a purely feminine power.

The eyeballs and pupils are an eerie gray-white color, and upon closer inspection, one can discover countless tiny tentacles that appear as faint shadows.

These tentacles twisted and raged like pythons, seemingly capable of causing the collapse of everything.

The eyeball was so bizarre that even Salinger, who held it, underwent irreversible changes.

His rugged face seemed to soften, and his hair grew strangely longer and thicker, as if it were about to transform into snakes that were spitting out their tongues.

Salinger threw the eyeball in his hand into the sacrificial portal that was about to disappear.

(End of this chapter)