Anthony glanced in the direction of Ange with a headache, and asked in confusion: "What are you offering blood sacrifices to? Little Demon King? Does the Ancient God need a blood sacrifice? Doesn't it mean that the power of the Ancient God comes from blood and the void, what is the use of blood sacrifice? Little Demon King, Can blood sacrifice bring you strength?"
The little devil shook his head in confusion.
The pink skirt was shocked: "Can't you? Lord Demon King, can't our blood sacrifice bring you strength?"
The little devil said inexplicably: "You can give me strength by hacking a bunch of creatures to death and bleeding them all over the floor? Are you kidding me? Even if you let me eat them all, I won't be full. It's so easy. I just need to find a plane to raise a bunch of living creatures. Inexplicably, my power comes from the mist of chaos."
"Huh? We thought you were protecting us because of this. Isn't your sacrifice for so many years in vain?" The pink skirt has the feeling of a child who has been raised for a hundred years and is actually a neighbor.
Anthony frowned and said: "Who told you that we need blood sacrifice? Why do you need blood sacrifice from intelligent creatures? Don't mud-eating beasts and the like have blood?"
"Ancestors, our ancestors have said this for generations. Our ancestors said that only the blood of intelligent creatures has power. Only by sacrificing them can we gain the protection of the devil." said the pink skirt.
Anthony glanced at Escris in the distance. It seemed that it was another scam set up by time. The Purgatory Twins do not eat flesh and blood and faith. They need the fog of chaos to survive.
Most of the ancient gods also need the mist of chaos. Only a few ancient gods like Nightmare Saya, or gods, can digest the energy at the level of faith. Therefore, the guy who deceived the devil's blood sacrifice has a high chance of being a god, but a very small chance. It's an ancient god.
"Sir Little Devil, it seems that someone has been doing bad things in your name for a long time." Anthony said.
The little devil was stunned: "You mean someone is pretending to be my name and asking these guys to sacrifice blood? Damn it, who is so bold?"
"It should be a god. Only a god can digest the power of this level of belief and pretend to be in your name. Then his name is naturally the Demon King of Purgatory."
Faith and the name of God are bound. Just like Lisa, she stole the divine power of the Harvest Goddess, so she is naturally the Harvest Goddess.
"Damn it, I am the Demon King of Purgatory. Where is he? I will shoot him to death." The little demon king was angry.
The little devil doesn¡¯t care much about how many gods and monarchs are hidden in his territory. They are all ants anyway, so just don¡¯t affect him. But there are ants pretending to be him?
It¡¯s so abominable that he must be killed.
??The pink skirt shook her head in confusion. She only now knew that someone was pretending to be the Little Devil. She was still a little confused. How could she know where the imposter was?
¡°And this is all said by the human in front of me. I don¡¯t know if it is true. What if I guess wrong?
Faced with this doubt, Anthony smiled: "It's easy to prove it, just come over and scold him."
Anthony wrote ¡®Purgatory Demon King¡¯ on the ground and said to Lightning.
Lightning looked at the ground, then at the little devil, and asked in confusion: "Scold him?"
"No, scold him. A god named Purgatory Demon King will scold him for three hours first to see if he can't bear it." Anthony pulled Lightning's face back and pointed at the ground.
In addition to praying, blaspheming gods can also generate the power of belief. Generally speaking, gods will not pay attention to some simple insults. After all, the power of projection used to consume too much, and there is no need to be as knowledgeable as ordinary heretics.
But can Lightning¡¯s mouth be considered a ¡®simple¡¯ insult?
After figuring out Anthony¡¯s intentions, Lightning was immediately excited and gearing up. Can he still use his mouth like this?
Titans have been giving it a 'massage' recently, and the Son of Thunder has evolved into Thunder's 'master', but apart from being ridden, it has no other abilities. Ange's current enemies are too strong to fight. It took action and was quite disappointed.
I didn't expect that there was such a way to show off: "See if I don't scold him to death, let me warm up first. By the way, who are the low-level creatures here? What are the insulting behaviors? I have to localize the vocabulary, otherwise I called him a kobold, but he didn¡¯t know what a kobold was, and if he couldn¡¯t understand those jokes, it wouldn¡¯t be effective.¡±
Nigris and Anthony raised their thumbs: "Hey, this is professionalism, this is professionalism."
¡®The Demon King of Purgatory¡¯ didn¡¯t know whether he was alive or not, but the little devil¡¯s blood instantly surged up, and the blood mist rolled around him. His eyes widened with anger, and he almost transformed and tried to beat the horse to death.
Anthony immediately stopped him, summoned his strength and said: "I'm not scolding you, I'm scolding you, I'm scolding the guy who pretended to be you, don't be angry, don't be angry, I'm not scolding you, I'm scolding you -"
The words ¡®I¡¯m not scolding you¡¯ turned into a series of shocks, impacting the little devil¡¯s consciousness, and forcefully holding back the little devil¡¯s sanity.
Originally, these words should have been said in advance, but in order to test the effect, Anthony stayed until now. Judging from the reaction of the little devil, the effect was great. The little devils listening next to him exploded like this. Can the real target withstand it?
His rationality was brought back, and the little devil also realized that this was a test. He glared at the horse a few times, then glared at Anthony a few more times, and finally glanced at Ange, then gritted his teeth and lowered his ears. Suppressing, blocking out all sounds, turning around in a choked voice, pretending that he could no longer hear or see.
With this kind of effect, the enemy couldn't bear it for three minutes, let alone three hours. Ange, who was planting something, suddenly raised his head and threw a beam of light towards the lightning - the protective barrier.
With a whoosh, Ange instantly appeared in front of Lightning, raising his hand.
A force projected from an unknown place hit the protective barrier. Unfortunately, it could not break the protective barrier. The power projected attenuated greatly. It could not even break the barrier, and it was even less likely to hit Ange's hand. 'Shield'.
The remaining strength bounced back a little, and an angry voice came out: "Who is it! Who is it! Which heretic has such a bad mouth! I will kill you! God's punishment! Kill you! Killkillkilluh , herethere are so many people here? How are you? Hehe, hehe, passing by, passing by, I'll leave first"
When this voice roared, Ange, the little devil, came around in pink skirts and stared at it with a smile, especially the little devil, whose eyes were about to burst into flames.
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