Chapter 728 401: How Does It Feel? The Descent of the Black Tide! (2-in-1)

He is a vulgar bastard, there's no doubt about it.

After becoming a Grand Duke through countless hardships, all he wants is to enjoy everything, without any desire for change.

But unlike those who are never satisfied with blood sucking, and still want to squeeze the last ounce of value from the Low Tier Blood Race, he retains a rare bottom line and conscience!

This comes from his previous suffering and weakness.

If the weak are meant to be trampled and oppressed...

Then these so-called strong should become a feast for even stronger beings!

And he will witness these former "strong", being devoured mouthful by mouthful by the True Lord that created them!

Looking at the present Yinluo'er.

Rogel chuckled softly, and the carefully forged Descent Body slowly coalesced.

The Black Tide built a black throne behind Yinluo'er and Hudson.

He sat there without speaking, legs crossed, watching this spectacular drama with great interest.

The terrifying aura and suffocating High Tier presence, even leaking a bit, made these highly perceptive High Tier Blood Race feel utter despair.

This is probably a great being enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Crimson True Lord...

Yinluo'er... where exactly did he find such a strong being?!

"Good day, esteemed Mr. Rogel."

Ignoring the anger almost spilling from the eyes of the High Tier Blood Race, Yinluo'er turned and respectfully saluted Rogel.

Hudson also nodded towards Rogel, feeling a sense of relief.

"No need for formalities." Rogel nodded slightly: "Watch carefully, don't miss this spectacular drama."

Seeing this.

Some Blood Race Clan Leaders remained silent.

Others, completely overcome with anger and fear, cursed loudly.

"Yinluo'er... you damn despicable man! Actually defecting to the Evil God of the outer sea! You betrayed all Blood Race!"

"Every drop of blood in your body flows with filth!"

"Your head should be buried under the blood crystals of the Imperial City, trampled and spurned by all Blood Race!"

A Blood Race Grand Duke cursed angrily, seemingly forgetting that he was one of the executioners massacring Low Tier Blood Race.

How could they not understand by now that Yinluo'er had sold them out, sold the entire Blood Sea, to ally with the powerful god from the outer sea.

Even... the anomaly of the Crimson True Lord might have been initiated by them!

Facing all this, Yinluo'er sneered.

He was indeed a traitor.

But unlike these guys, he could not sacrifice nearly a million Blood Race without a burden.

If we talk about who poses the greatest harm to the Blood Race of the Blood Sea... the High Tier Blood Race present are undeniable!

He still wanted to say something.

But the Crimson True Lord in the sky already seemed unable to wait.

Rogel leisurely spoke at this moment.

"Gentlemen, time is running out."

Hearing his voice.

The Blood Race Grand Dukes and the Blood Empire Emperor's faces changed dramatically, all feeling the terrifying devouring desire of the Crimson True Lord in the sky.

Without making a decision soon, they'll all end up in the mouth of the Crimson True Lord!

In such an urgent situation, the Blood Race Grand Dukes could no longer care about anything; they just wanted to figure out how to survive.

And thus, someone focused on the relatives and descendants behind Flakmir.

"Emperor!"

A Grand Duke's gaze was icy cold, and other Grand Dukes further solidified their stance behind him, pressuring Flakmir... onto his relatives.

"...We are an indispensable part of assisting the Empire in ruling various seas."

"Therefore... please grit your teeth and let the Empress and Princes and Princesses sacrifice heroically..."

Although the words seemed polite, their tone was extremely cold, carrying a strong threat.

They weren't just talking; in reality, they were already prepared to fight the Blood Emperor to the death.

The Blood Emperor is indeed a Demigod.

But if they dare to ask this, naturally they have the confidence.

Otherwise, it would be better to resort to mutual slaughter for a higher survival rate.

And this confidence comes from the secret techniques of their Ancestral Clan.

The aura of a Blood Race Clan Leader had already soared to Demigod Tier in an instant!

Undoubtedly, gathered together, they have the power to fight against the Blood Emperor.

But at this moment, something unexpected happened.

Faced with this situation, the Blood Emperor merely snorted coldly, then raised the Scepter, his eyes bursting with a bloody glow, urging the Power of Authority and the Secret Technique.

The next moment, the five Grand Dukes were terrified because they could clearly feel the blood within their bodies suddenly going out of control!

"Die!"

Flakmir's eyes revealed murderous intent, as he swung his large hand, the enormous Power of Authority, under the blessing of the Secret Technique, directly drew the five Grand Dukes into his palm!

Immediately afterward, he sent them all into the mouth of the Crimson True Lord in the sky!

"This is..."

The suddenly appearing scene left Yinluo'er somewhat shocked.

He originally thought the Grand Dukes would engage the Blood Emperor in a dog-eat-dog struggle.

Unexpectedly, the Blood Emperor easily subdued them.

To this, Rogel, watching with cold eyes, found the reason from the power surging within.

The Blood Emperor's Secret Technique carried the aura of the Crimson True Lord.

It seems that, with the gradual passage of time, the Blood Emperor has unknowingly become a representative-like existence of the Crimson True Lord, gaining some of His power.

No wonder he could instantly kill the Grand Dukes and send them into the Crimson True Lord's mouth.

"Delicious!"

At this moment, the Crimson True Lord in the sky mercilessly swallowed the Grand Dukes in one gulp, his face erupting with crimson, the blood surging endlessly, letting out a satisfied roar, like a wild beast.

Buzz——

The Crimson Artifact below seemed to be summoned, rising into the sky in the entanglement of countless blood flows, merging into the crimson whirlpool cloud.

The next moment, the Crimson Artifact began to expand abruptly and lined up in order.

His eyes embedded into that crimson face...

The heart gradually extended blood vessels, bones, and muscles...

The fangs condensed with the deepest blood color...

The claws seemed to grasp all the power related to blood in the world...

Finally, His claws suddenly moved, and then the whole body started to move slowly as if awakening from frozen state.

That bat-like blood-colored wingspan also seemed to flicker in the whirlpool cloud...

To this, Rogel just watched silently, with no intention to stop it.

Flakmir had already sent his relatives away and also gazed at the sky.

The next moment, his heart sank again, as if it plummeted to the bottom of a valley.

Because from the sky, the Crimson True Lord once again let out a hoarse roar.

"Not enough!"

"Still not enough!"

"Sacrifice!!!"

The terrifying voice echoed throughout the Blood Empire Imperial City, causing Flakmir, without protection, to almost tremble to his knees.

And the crimson gaze in the sky fell upon him.

This time, the Crimson True Lord no longer waited for sacrifices to be delivered to His mouth, instead opening His mouth wide, ready to devour Flakmir!

With life threatened, Flakmir's psychological defenses collapsed at this moment.

"No... no!"

The horror in His eyes gradually turned into terror, unable to maintain the imperial demeanor, He suddenly looked towards the figure on the black throne.

"Great One, save me!"

"I'm willing to submit to you!"

"I am stronger and will be more loyal than Yinluo'er!"

Flakmir gritted His teeth, resisting the devouring force of the Crimson True Lord while howling.

The power of the Crimson True Lord seemed to form a blood path descending from the sky.

Facing the powerful devouring force, the Secret Technique He used against the Grand Dukes became instead a deadly rope dragging Him towards death step by step...

His intense will to survive urged Him to use everything to remain.

"Compared to now..."

"I still prefer the first time we met, with your high and mighty demeanor, Your Imperial Majesty..."

To this, Rogel smiled slightly.

At the first meeting, this supreme and sovereign Emperor descended from the sky on a blood path, overlooking Rogel as He walked down, displaying a high stance, saying something like "I agree to your request".

But upon meeting again, He no longer carried that arrogant bearing, only an expression of terror and struggle in the face of death...

"No!!!"

Without Rogel's help, even though Flakmir is a Demigod Level Blood Race, He still did not have the right to struggle before the powerful Source of Blood, the Crimson True Lord.

In a cry of despair, His body was completely devoured by the Crimson True Lord!