Five hundred years of stacked Q, this one Q, unique and unparalleled throughout eternity!

Vivian's face showed a fleeting sense of satisfaction at having avenged her family's death, but it vanished in an instant.

Because she knew that the truly dangerous phase was yet to come.

Her gaze fell upon the survivors present, and Vivian issued commands to them:

"Come over here quickly. Anyone who knows how to drive a carriage, please get on and put on the Blood Bat Cross badge that symbolizes the Du family."

These things are crucial to whether we can leave the Undead City alive!

"You guys drive the carriages in as many as you can, and the rest of you follow behind me pretending to be servants and discussing this. Just say it's a new game that Young Master Dunn has recently become obsessed with! We must fool those alien races!"

......

On the way from the Crimson Street to the central district, Ivyia suddenly asked Luo Tian:

"Your Majesty, do you really think she can escape the Undead City with that little bit of equipment?"

Luo Tian recalled Vivian's method and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Since staying where she is means certain death, why can't we let her take a gamble?"

Maybe she can bring me a little surprise.

Ivania's gaze was deep as she nodded slightly.

However, the next moment, Luo Tian seemed to remember something and said with some surprise:

"Vivian lacked the tools to restrain Dunn, and I didn't expect you to be able to pull out something like that at such a crucial moment."

But speaking of which, why are you wearing those chains?

Recalling the strange shape of the chain, which resembled some kind of erotic item, Luo Tian was quite puzzled.

A barely perceptible blush flashed across Ivy's icy, pretty face. Her beautiful legs, clad in black stockings beneath her nun's long dress, trembled slightly, and her clear, cold voice took on a strange, hoarse quality.

"An unexpected bonus from previously punishing evildoers."

The extraordinary item was extremely valuable, so it was kept.

Luo Tian had no doubts about this explanation; it seemed reasonable that extraordinary items, being so expensive, would be left behind.

Moreover, a devout believer like Ivyia might not even know what that thing is.

With that thought in mind, Luo Tian put the matter out of his mind.

What he didn't notice was that Ivynia's pace had subtly lagged behind his by half a step.

Out of his sight, Ivy tried to suppress her trembling body, which was shaking with excitement.

The chain that Luo Tian mentioned was specially made by her a few days ago, so that she could use it on a certain day and then offer herself to Luo Tian.

But to her utter surprise, this unfinished prop was so hastily given to someone else to be used as a tool for Vivian to restrict Dunn.

Originally, this matter disappointed Ivy, but to her surprise, Luo Tian noticed the chain and even became curious.

Luo Tian's behavior made Ivyia realize that she had successfully triggered one of Luo Tian's peculiar preferences.

She could even foresee the scene in the future where she would willingly hand over the chain around her neck to Luo Tian.

Upon thinking of this, Ivy's long, slender legs in black stockings went limp, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

Luo Tian, ​​who was completely unaware of Ivy's unusual behavior, slowly stopped walking.

Ahead, the very heart of the Undead City suddenly appeared before him.

It was a huge altar, like a pyramid, made entirely of obsidian, the hardest material, and on which were displayed many sacrificial objects.

Around the pyramid altar, seats were arranged on a high platform resembling steps, where the dignitaries participating in the sacrificial ceremony sat, looking down upon the masses below from their elevated positions.

Each time a powerful figure took their seat, someone would call out their name, the sound echoing throughout the surrounding central area.

Almost every time a name was called out, it sparked a heated discussion among the foreign tribes present.

There were also humans here, but most of them wore a blood bat cross badge on their chests, proving that they were not sacrifices, but rather the beneficiaries of this sacrificial ceremony.

Most of them were dressed in luxurious clothes, and their conversations revolved around how many sheep they had tricked and what identities they had used to lead a group of humans into the sacrificial ceremony.

It was as if these things were achievements they were proud to boast about.

In Luo Tian's eyes, although these people were well-dressed and elegant, the ugliness and greed they displayed far exceeded that of the many alien races that hunted humans in the Undying City.

It's hardened, its fists are hardened!

As time passed, the seats on the platform were nearly full, and the VIPs who arrived later were of increasingly important status. Luo Tian saw a middle-aged man who looked very much like Du En warmly greeting a guest.

The next moment, a loud voice rang out from above the platform.

"Welcome to the Protoss representatives of the Koprulu Sector!"

Above the sky, a futuristic shuttle had just passed over the protective shield of the Undead City, known as the Night Sky.

The next moment, a scarlet sword aura shot straight into the sky from the brightly lit Undead City, as if carrying the will to tear the sky apart, and slashed fiercely at the shuttle.

"Protoss!!! I will kill you a thousand times! It still won't be enough!!!"

Chapter Fifty-Five: You Star Spirit or Not Star Spirit Thing!

"That familiar voice?"

Luo Tian suddenly looked up at the sky. Even just looking directly at the terrifying sword energy, he could feel a sharp sting.

Madness, rage, bloodlust... all sorts of negative emotions erupted like a tsunami, as if the embodiment of a corrupt will had descended upon this land.

The shuttle in the sky barely had time to raise its psionic shield before it was cleaved in two by the frenzied crimson sword energy, and a violent explosion resounded in the sky.

In the aftershocks of the explosion, a humanoid creature clad in advanced armor sped toward the altar platform.

All the nobles on the high platform were stunned. Whether they were imperial nobles connected with the Undead Commonwealth or alien races from other dimensions, they all sat there in a daze, unable to recover for a long time.

This is the Undead City, the center of the entire Dark Realm. This sacrificial ceremony has attracted the attention of five planes and several powerful races.

Under these circumstances, they simply could not imagine that someone would attack an invited guest during a sacrificial ceremony.

"How dare you!"

"Bastard!"

You deserve to die!

......

A series of furious shouts rang out, and a werewolf at the Saint Realm on the high platform took a step forward, his body rushing towards the location where the sword energy had been unleashed in an instant. His speed was so fast that it even created a sharp sonic boom in the air.

The Saint Werewolf's eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a furious roar.

"Whoever disrupts the sacrificial ceremony, you must die today!"

The next moment, a disdainful voice rang out from within the city.

"Ants!"

The crimson sword energy slashed down instantly, leaving two deep cracks in the space with its violent aura.

The Saint Werewolf didn't stop moving. As he charged forward, his body instantly transformed into a five-meter-tall silver-white giant wolf, its sharp claws reaching down towards the blood-red sword energy.

"laugh!"

The action froze, and a red line began to appear on the body of the charging silver-white giant wolf, splitting its entire body in two.

Blood gushed out, mixed with a large number of internal organ fragments, and splashed into the air. The huge body, split in two, crashed heavily to the ground due to inertia.

The alien race on the street howled and screamed as they desperately tried to escape the massive wolf carcass that was crashing down.

"leader!"

"Wolf King!"

Two mournful cries rang out from the high platform.

The two werewolves looked sadly toward the direction where the saintly werewolf had crashed to the ground, their eyes flashing with hatred.

However, they did not lose their minds and rush towards the person who made the attack. Instead, they turned their attention to an old werewolf in the VIP seat below the first seat.

Anger flashed in the old werewolf's eyes as he watched all this. He turned to Earl Du Huai, who was currently in charge of affairs here, and said in a deep voice:

"Is this how the Undead City values ​​its sacrificial ceremony—allowing outsiders to infiltrate and kill our wolf king?"

Earl Du Huai's face stiffened. The demigod in front of him was the previous wolf king of the Canglang Plane, a renowned demigod powerhouse.

In front of this old wolf king, he, a nominal count, could only refer to himself as a junior.

Earl Du Huai wiped his sweat and quickly said:

"Old Wolf King, don't worry, we in the Undying City will definitely handle this matter properly."

Before Earl Du Huai could give a reply, the voice of the person who had made the move in the Undying City rang out again.

"They actually ran away? What kind of Celestial Spirit is that?"

The moment the words left his mouth, a creature covered in crimson blood, wielding a greatsword and resembling a demon, flew toward the altar platform.

To the crowd, this humanoid demon wielding a greatsword seemed like a strange life form born from the convergence of a vast amount of evil thoughts, its entire body exuding an aura of destruction and chaos.

He simply stood there, and the space around him seemed to distort under that frenzied aura.

The demon-like figure's gaze swept over the group of dignitaries on the high platform, finally fixing on the life form clad in high-tech armor.

A faint look of doubt appeared in his eyes, but it vanished in an instant, and the demonic greatsword in his hand slashed down once more.

"Fine, you worthless Protoss, you deserve to die too!!!"

The terrifying sword energy swept across the entire altar, completely engulfing all life on it, and the terrifying collision shook the earth.

Outside the central area, Luo Tian, ​​who was watching the changes above the altar, twitched his lips slightly and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"They are Protoss from the Koprulu Sector in StarCraft, they have nothing to do with the Twilight Protoss!"

What do you mean by attacking someone else's eldest son of God?

"Without a Khala behind him, is this Protoss Tal'darim or the Dark Templar?"

"The Sword Demon shattered his shuttle, but we still haven't seen any Protoss support ships. Could it be that he was just a Protoss who accidentally stumbled into the Star World?"

That makes sense, since even the Taldarin wouldn't stoop to participating in such a sacrificial ceremony.

However, since he doesn't have any powerful backers, this Protoss probably can't escape.

The Protoss individuals are among the strongest in interstellar space, but they are still far inferior to the Blademaster.