Tome of Blood Chapter 112

  Chapter 112-111-It's that evil god!

  Drunken Dream Salon.

   Wearing masks and gorgeously dressed nobles are still enjoying crazy, depraved, corrupt and dark parties.

  Music, grinning, beating, cursing, mixed with moaning, screaming, crying, begging for mercy.

  However, just as the nobles were indulging in the beast-like indulgence, the crystal lamp in the hall suddenly flickered, and the blood-colored mist surged from the cracks in the floor...

  Accompanied by sharp and resentful howls, countless twisted and resentful spirits poured into the hall, rushing towards the nobles with a bright appearance one after another!

  The nobles who were enjoying themselves had no time to react, and they were swarmed by ferocious resentful spirits, biting their flesh and soul.

  Screams suddenly resounded in the hall, and Drunken Dream Salon quickly fell into chaos.

   "What?! What is this?!"

   "Ahh! My hand...my hand...!"

   "Evil spirits! They are evil spirits!"

   "Don't come here! Don't come here!"

"what-!"

  The wraiths ran around and took revenge on the nobles in the hall.

  Thousands of dead souls attacked at the same time, and the nobles who were caught off guard had no time to resist, and some without extraordinary power or advanced level were quickly torn into pieces...

   However, if you look carefully, you will find that the attacks of these dead souls are not irregular.

  Those caged teenage girls and music girls were equally terrified, but not attacked by them.

   Their target... only the nobles present.

   "Go away! You dirty bastards!"

  Some powerful participating nobles quickly responded.

  They didn't bother to put on clothes, and took up weapons to fight the wraiths. However, their counterattack soon aroused even greater anger from the wraiths, and they were immediately swarmed by countless wraiths.

   "Ahhhh!"

  Accompanied by a shrill scream, a powerful noble whose strength almost touched the second level of Silver Moon was directly bitten into a pile of minced meat under the siege of hundreds of wraiths...

   Looking at the manor that instantly turned into a purgatory on earth, Jordan, the son of Earl Gaston who served as the auctioneer, was stunned.

   Exclaimed, Jordan looked terrified, his legs were weak.

   He gritted his teeth, and crawled towards the outside of the hall, but soon felt something grabbing his hind legs...

  Jordan trembled slightly, turned his head stiffly, and saw a female corpse with empty eyes crawling on the ground, with sharp nails embedded in his flesh and blood, the dark eye sockets were facing his eyes, and his voice was hoarse and horrifying:

   "If...Er...Dan..."

   Jordan's eyes widened suddenly.

  He recognized it. It was the commoner girl who gouged out the eyes of the other party because he hated the purity of the other party's eyes when he first participated in the Drunken Dream Salon...

   Being caught by his hind legs, more wraiths crawled towards him.

  And when he saw the distorted cheeks under the spirit body through the black mist of the wraith, and saw those familiar girls, he finally understood what happened:

   "She...they! It's them...!"

   "They're alive! They're coming for revenge!"

   "Don't...don't! I... I was wrong...! I was wrong!"

  Jordan collapsed on the ground, pouring out feces and urine, and tears flowing.

  He looked at the wraith crawling towards him in horror, begging for mercy.

   But no one listened to him.

  The wraiths swarmed him and drowned him in darkness.

"what…!"

  He just let out a miserable scream, and soon... there was no sound at all.

   Dungeon study.

  The magic pool was destroyed by Sebastian, and Earl Tulip, who had completely lost his extraordinary power, turned pale.

  While watching vigilantly at the motionless blood servant outside the door, enduring the severe pain of the destruction of the magic pool, he cut the rope behind him bit by bit with the knife he hid.

  However, just in the middle of his progress, he heard faint screams coming from above.

  He paused slightly, then quickly lowered his head, and began to untie the rope at a faster speed.

   And just when Tulip was about to succeed, black mist gradually spread in the study room, and one after another resentful spirits slowly emerged from the ceiling, the wall, and the gap in the door...

   Wraiths gather more and more...

  When Earl Tulip finally regained his freedom, the entire study room was almost filled with evil spirits.

   Before the joy of regaining freedom was mentioned, Earl Tulip looked up and saw the twisted and terrifying figures surrounded by black mist.

  Looking at the "girls" with hideous faces, his expression froze.

   Pulling out a smile with difficulty, he murmured dryly:

"So this is ah."

  The next second, the wraiths screamed in unison and rushed up, completely submerging him...

  Tonight is destined to be another sleepless night in Boulder City.

  With the outburst of outrageous resentment, almost all the supernatural beings in Boulder City felt it, and looked towards the junction of the outer city and the western city.

   Among them, the mage and the clergy of the church feel the deepest.

  In their perception, the astonishing resentment spewed out like an erupting volcano, almost covering the sky...

  As for the manor where Drunken Dream Salon is located, it has been completely swallowed up by black evil spirits.

  On the ground, the demon hunter knight who discovered the problem has already taken action, rushing towards the place where the resentment erupted as fast as possible.

   Someone is faster, though.

  In the eastern urban area, in the direction of the cathedral and the duke's mansion, two powerful auras rose successively.

  In the darkness of night, two meteors lifted off into the sky and rushed towards the direction where the resentment erupted.

   It is the great priest Linus and the Duke of Boulder Andre.

   "Where did the necromancer come from? How dare you summon the undead in Boulder City?!"

  The faster high priest looked frightened and angry.

  He was angry, really angry.

  He is preparing for the officiant competition!

  Leaving aside the death of the great knight, that is the power beyond Chi Yang.

  As long as he operates properly, he will not necessarily be blamed even if the higher-ups find that the evil **** has revived.

  But if such an evil event as the plague of undead broke out in Boulder City at this time, his dream of the priest would really be in danger.

  The great priest was anxious and angry, wishing he could rush to the scene immediately and cut the necromancer who caused trouble into pieces.

  However, when he gradually approached the place where the resentment broke out, he soon fell into suspicion again.

and many more…

  This direction...

   Could it be... Drunk Dream Salon? !

   It is not that the great priest has participated in the salon without hiding his identity.

  As the umbrella of the Drunken Dream Salon, he certainly knew that there was a shadow of the Blood Demon Cult in it.

  The expression of the great priest changed suddenly.

   The plague of the undead is nothing more than that.

  If the secret of Drunken Dream Salon is exposed, if his relationship with Drunken Dream Salon is made public, then his dream of the priest will really be shattered!

be quick…

   Must be fast!

  He must be ahead of everyone else, kill this necromancer who doesn't know who has a cramp, and then completely destroy the secret of Drunken Dream Salon!

  Feeling the approaching aura of the Duke's Mansion, the great priest took a deep breath and rushed towards the scene of the incident at a faster speed.

  However, just after he arrived at the scene, he slammed on the brakes and looked at the manor gushing out of resentment in surprise.

  As a priest, he can see more things than ordinary extraordinary people...

  Among the monstrous resentment, he felt a familiar breath.

  The breath, vicissitudes, ancient, deep, dark.

   Make him tremble, make him terrified.

   That was the breath of evil spirits he felt from the destroyed holy emblem of the great knight Erde!

  The great priest swallowed hard, and tremblingly opened his eyes of faith that could directly look at the power of God.

   Immediately afterwards, he saw the dazzling crimson light in the black evil spirit, like a blood moon hanging high!

  Cthulhu!

   What caused this catastrophe of the undead...is the evil **** who descended!

  The evil **** is now in the manor of Drunken Dream Salon!

   Realizing the culprit of the undead disaster, the high priest's face turned pale instantly.

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  (end of this chapter)

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