Chapter 726 - 400: The Final Blood Sacrifice (Double-Length)

The massive body, the hideous blood thorns, fangs and horns, and wings reeking of blood, all vividly showcased the terror and strength of a demigod level life.

However, the act that required Her to reveal such an ugly true form was not to repel formidable foes... but to conduct the upcoming ritual.

"Let the blood converge at this moment!"

She gripped the scepter in her hand, her voice hoarse and deep. As she spoke, the power of authority had already gathered at the top of the scepter, then suddenly exploded, transforming into a stream of blood-red light that fell into the low tier blood race below.

In that instant!

Beneath the entire Blood Empire Imperial City, a massive blood-red tornado suddenly arose out of thin air!

And the Blood Race priests below also sprang into action at this moment.

"No... no no!"

"Stop! Stop!"

Seemingly sensing danger, a multitude among the low tier blood race began to plead in terror, wailing.

Yet the Blood Race priests wore cold expressions, their bloody claws gripping one low tier blood race after another, slaughtering them.

Then, they used secret techniques to extract the pale red souls of the low tier blood race, tossing them into the massive blood-red tornado!

This scene was playing out in every corner of the Blood Empire Imperial City!

Pleas and wails were incessant, suffering and fear rapidly escalating.

The blood and souls of the low tier blood race were all being absorbed and refined by the blood-red tornado...

This was what Lokel had previously mentioned, the ultimate sacrifice.

The high tier blood race, who were originally to pay with their lives, had brought countless low tier blood race from the Blood Sea to the current Blood Empire Imperial City.

What they had to do was to turn these low tier blood race into offerings for the revival of the Crimson True Lord, in exchange for their own life’s continuation!

Undoubtedly, this would drastically reduce the population of low tier blood race in the entire Blood Sea, possibly even leading to their complete annihilation.

But... so what?

No high tier blood race would care about these lowly low tier blood race.

To them, the sole purpose of these low tier blood race’s existence was to take their place in this final blood sacrifice and facilitate the Crimson True Lord’s revival...

As for what happens after the Crimson True Lord’s revival?

That was not within their scope of consideration.

Or perhaps, none of them believed that the revival of the Crimson True Lord would affect their status in this sea.

As long as they could avoid becoming the offerings, everything would be worth it.

The revival of the Crimson True Lord might even allow them to escape impending disasters or even ascend further...

Lokel maintained a calm expression.

He vividly witnessed all of this.

Those humble and powerless low tier blood race were just as he once was...

At this moment, the Blood Empire Imperial City had completely turned into a purgatory, a slaughterhouse for the low tier blood race.

Blood gathered into streams, being absorbed into the blood-red tornado.

Included within were countless soul spirits, flickering and resisting, but their struggle appeared powerless, gradually being devoured by the blood-red tornado...

This unimaginable horror continued for an unknown duration...

The bodies of blood race covered the entire Blood Empire Imperial City like residues wrung of their last drop of value.

The air was thick with the scent of blood, and also the flavor of agony.

Flakmir roared in fury.

The vast demigod power instantly lifted the entire blood-red tornado, manipulating it to rise into the sky, forming an incredibly spectacular crimson canopy!

"Master, please drink to your fill..."

Innumerable unique yet lowly lives, countless agonies and wails were all transformed at this moment into the devotion of servants to their master...

"Hehehe..."

The Crimson True Lord in the sky let out a low, inexplicable laugh.

Moments later, She slowly opened Her mouth.

A massive devouring force swept in, directly swallowing the blood-red tornado filled with blood.

In that instant! The crimson grew deeper!

The crimson artifact on the scarlet altar also began to stir at this moment, as if manipulated, the blood column that reached the sky started to reverse, engulfing them and sending them into the sky!

"...I shall revive..."

"...but..."

"No... not enough! Far from enough!"

The voice of the Crimson True Lord suddenly expressed dissatisfaction, this abrupt and violent emotion made all the blood race’s hearts tremble intensely!

This unforeseen scene instantly changed the expressions of the blood race on the altar.

"No way, we need more low tier blood race!" Someone’s voice was anxious.

"Fools! Where is the time now to gather more low tier blood race!"

"What should we do then?!"

A crowd of blood race grand dukes and ministers of the Blood Empire were anxious and uneasy, seemingly unable to think of a solution at the moment.

"Heh..."

But, at this moment, Yinluo’er let out a light laugh, as if everything around him was irrelevant.

"Aren’t there still the priests and guards?"

He casually gave this remark.

He knew these guys all too well.

The reason they put on such a front isn’t because they’re stupid, but because they’re wicked!

Most people surely know the best solution is to throw the guards and priests up there.

The current Crimson Priests are like an overburdened hot air balloon; people always discard some "inconsequential" things first.

Now, the "low-tier blood race," deemed the least important, were discarded, but it was far from enough.

They needed to shed more weight.

Then naturally, it would be the turn of these loyal followers and executors of the high-tier blood race, or should I say... lapdogs.

But they are, after all, one’s own lapdogs.

The haughty blood race grand dukes and empire ministers, none were willing to be the first to stand out and be the villain...

But it doesn’t matter.

Yinluo’er will do it.

Sure enough.

Not long after Yinluo’er’s words fell, everyone present was silent.

Soon after, Flakmir spoke up: ".... Do as Grand Duke Yinluo’er said."

He seemed somewhat helpless.

And some blood race grand dukes even feigned anger, cursing Yinluo’er.

"Sacrifice!"

However, the impatient roar echoing once more from the sky made all the high-tier blood race members’ hearts tremble, leaving them no choice but to order their guards forward.

Facing this inevitable death.

Some began to resist, but it was futile.

And more tried to escape, still in vain.

The vast majority of guards and priests, in silence or painful expressions, were killed by their masters, who extracted their souls...

Yinluo’er naturally kept Hudson.

This time, even Flakmir’s speed was much quicker.

And the Crimson True Lord in the sky swiftly devoured them.

All the high-tier blood race silently prayed in their hearts.

This time... the Crimson True Lord should be satisfied, right?

However, that terrifying voice resounded again like a death knell.

"...More!"

"Blood!!!"

His frantic words were already tinged with obvious impatience and anger.

Swish!

The crimson gaze swept down directly from the sky, landing on every blood race grand duke, sending a piercing chill through all the high-tier blood race!

This time, the high-tier blood race didn’t even need to consider nobility or face.

They dragged everyone – their close aides, empire ministers, everyone except themselves – and tossed them into the bloody vortex, sent up to the sky!

In their urgency, they didn’t even bother with the indifferent Yinluo’er.

But, even after discarding the last of the "burden"...

The thing they feared the most still happened...

"Blood!"

"Blood!"

He started to howl madly, an inexhaustible appetite for devouring in his eyes, the face formed of flowing blood began to contort, and the six Crimson Artifacts agitated restlessly.

Suddenly, He opened His bloodthirsty mouth.

The crimson gaze swept across every blood race grand duke.

A terrifying devouring force emanated from the gaping maw!

"No!"

They began to panic.

Then, the clan leaders of the five families simultaneously turned their gaze to Yinluo’er.

"Yinluo’er, why do you still have your guard!"

"This must be your doing!"

"Despicable bastard! Scum!"

"Send him for devouring first!"

Faced with this sudden horrific anomaly, with their lives threatened, the blood race clan leaders naturally linked it to Yinluo’er amidst their fear.

They no longer maintained that lofty and regal demeanor, utterly tearing off their facade, their expressions twisted and hideous, their eyes filled with hatred and fury, as if they wanted to tear Yinluo’er to pieces!