When the blood was overflowing, the two priests took action together and stripped the young man away. An elderly priest held a golden dagger and walked slowly towards the young man. The emperor suddenly reached out and stopped the old priest and said, "Let me do it."

The old priest squeezed out an extremely hoarse voice from his throat: "This seems to be inconsistent with the rules..." But when he saw the old emperor's gaze like an eagle, he still handed over the golden dagger in his hand.

The dagger is so heavy that it falls into its hands. The grip is as rough as it was when it was first made. It has never been smoothed out over the long years. It has been hundreds of years since it was made into shape. In hundreds of years, it has only been used once.

The old emperor stroked the dagger, as if he was thinking, and he slowly turned around. There was an ordinary altar at the other end of the hall, with a rock on it, and two weapons were inserted into the rock: a silver sword and an iron spear, and a small hole in the rock, where the golden dagger was originally inserted,

The old emperor withdrew his gaze and walked to the young man. His eyes were complicated. He bent down and pulled off the cloth stuffed into the young man's mouth, then reached out and gently stroked the young man's eyes and eyebrows, and said slowly: "You are my favorite son, but unfortunately, you are also the purest person in the royal family's ancestors' blood. We need your blood to summon ancestors who are exploring deep in the plane world, and you will be remembered."

The young man shook his head and avoided the old emperor's palm as if he was touched by something he hated. The two priests almost couldn't hold him back. If the young man was about to spit out fire, he shouted: "You are the purest blood in the entire royal family. If you are willing to sacrifice yourself, you can summon a stronger ancestor. You don't like me at all. You just want to keep your throne. As long as you can still sit in that position, it doesn't matter how many people die. You should die ten years ago, but you turned out to be sister, uh."

The golden dagger flashed past and cut open the young man's throat. Bubbles emerged from the trachea with sensation, which also drowned out the resentment and curse.

The old emperor sighed deeply, as if he was extremely regretful. Then he took his young son's soft body from the priest and came to the blood pool. With the power urging, blood spurted out from the wound in his throat like an arrow and fell into the blood pool. In a blink of an eye, the young man turned into a mummy, and all the blood in his body was injected into the blood pool.

The emperor immediately pushed the body into the blood pool, then turned around and said in a still-slow voice: "It's time to start."

Dozens of priests have already stood at their respective positions. Only the old priests in the head climbed the platform beside the blood pool and recited the sacred text in an extremely hoarse voice: "The ancestors of the Northland Kingdom, the leader of the Oinber people, the brave who conquered the snow mountain, the great son of gold, please listen to the voice of the inheritor of your bloodline. We are now in a difficult situation. The power of the demon has exceeded our ability. Your people are groaning and crying. The empire established by the descendants of your bloodline is facing the crisis of destruction. I am here, plead for you to stop your journey a little and lead us out of the predicament again. Return, the great priest."

"Go back, great Godeori," all the priests recited together,

The voice of the old priest kept echoing in the hall. The altar gradually shone with blood, and the blood in the blood pool was even more violently boiling, but no drop of blood splashed outside. The priests all looked pale and were shaking. A priest suddenly screamed and fell on the altar. The blood overflowed from under his body and was absorbed by the altar. The priest turned into a mummy in a blink of an eye.

The priests fell down one by one, and the old priests gradually became anxious, and the sound of chanting continued to rise, and finally even began to scream.

A golden lightning suddenly exploded above the altar. This lightning was like a knife, tearing the space apart. Black mist kept gushing out from the bottomless cracks of space, as if something was struggling to squeeze out from it. After a moment, one of the cracks suddenly expanded, and a golden giant hand stretched out from it. This hand grabbed the edge of the gap and tore it hard. A piece of the entire space suddenly disappeared, and then a golden giant jumped out of the gap.

The golden giant lowered his head and looked down at the little people below who might not be less than ankles. The thunderous voice kept blew in the hall: "It was you damn guys who were calling me. You made me miss the best prey. I have been chasing it for thirty years. You'd better have enough reason to convince me to let me know that this return makes sense, otherwise I'll take all your souls away and use it as the fuel for me to keep warm in the void."

The old priest hurriedly explained the current situation of the empire. In historical records, the son of Jin Gaode Ori is famously irritable and cruel. Challenging his patience is the stupidest thing. After listening quietly, the giant lowered his head and glanced at the altar, then accurately found the position of the old emperor and asked: "You are the emperor of this empire."

He was stared at by the giant's eyes. The old emperor felt like he was being pressed on his head by a mountain and was shaking. He hurriedly revealed his identity. Jin Zhizi just snorted and muttered, "One generation is worse than the next", then looked at the blood pool, and then jumped in. The golden giant's body was much larger than the blood pool, but it quickly shrank as soon as it jumped. Only then did he realize that he was not a entity, but just a phantom.

After all the shadows of the golden giant entered the blood pool, the boiling blood pool suddenly calmed down, and then the liquid level dropped rapidly until it bottomed out. At the bottom of the blood pool, the young man who had been killed was standing there, and the wound in his throat had long disappeared. At this moment, his eyes had completely changed, deep and cold, and when he raised his eyebrows, he was full of resentment.

He moved his body a few times, looked at his hands, snorted heavily, suddenly flashed in front of the old priest, and said coldly: "With such a bad body, you dare to use it as my carrier."

The old priest immediately sweated profusely and hurriedly said, "No, the great son of gold, how dare we offend you? It has been nearly a thousand years since the original promise of the gods. The ancient bloodline cannot be replenished, and it will inevitably become thinner and thinner. This is the best carrier we can come up with, and it is not our fault."

"The promise of the gods, damn it's the promise of the gods." Jin's son roared angrily, and two golden lightning flashed out in his eyes. The old priest facing him was so scared that he crawled on the ground.

The son of Jin slowly calmed down his anger and sneered, "Do those idiots in the Kingdom of God think that if they hide themselves, they will not be discovered by the powerful predators outside? They will sooner or later pay the price for this. However, we will not sit still and watch those idiots drag Faro to perish. The covenant of the gods... will soon turn into garbage."

The information revealed in the words of the son of Jin made the old priest frightened. These secrets were far beyond his tolerance. In a world with gods, the more you know, the more dangerous it is. The reason why the gods are gods is that their eyes have the ability to penetrate the soul.

Jin Zhizi didn't continue on this topic, but just said coldly: "Give me my equipment, I want to see what kind of people who dare to invade my descendants."

At this moment, Richard was standing on the star pupa looking into the direction of the imperial capital. He said lightly: "It seems that the teleportation has been completed."

Behind Richard was the Faceless Rider. She yawned lazily and said, "It's very primitive plane positioning and teleportation technology."

Looking at the scene where the sky was about to collapse in the distance, Richard nodded and said, "Indeed, the entire legion of teleportation will not be so much. If there is such a big movement as them, wouldn't the gods in the entire plane immediately know that there are aliens coming in?"

Wubei sneered and said, "That's because of the old dragon's rules used in your plane teleportation channel, which can achieve this silent teleportation. If there is no old dragon, you still want to teleport the entire legion, a completely unfamiliar plane, and it's amazing to be able to teleport three or five people in. Before you can master the plane rules, the pure magic plane portal can only pass one person at a time. The space master's skills only reduce energy fluctuations, and cannot increase the upper limit of the teleportation."

Richard was stunned. These were the basic principles of space magic, but since the plane channels in plane wars were always positioned with the time lighthouse, he never thought of this problem.

Wuface continued: "In ancient times, when people did not discover the temple of Eternal and the Dragon of Time, how did people conquer the planes? At that time, only the real strong people could travel far in the energy storm between the planes, exploring and finding planes that can be conquered. At that time, plane wars were only the real strong people, because once they entered the alien plane, they would be known to the strong people and gods of the entire plane as you see now. Therefore, when they first entered, it would inevitably be a war, a war with the entire plane. When the old dragon appeared in Norland, plane wars became a game that anyone could play."

Richard was stunned and asked, "How did you know?"

"Reading books, these contents are all in historical records." Wushou gave a surprise answer to Richard.
Chapter completed!