Chapter 751: Chapter 149 Zeus, You’ve Sched Against ! Chapter 751: Chapter 149 Zeus, You’ve Sched Against ! At the sa ti, outside the city of Troy.
Seeing the faint glow light up on the altar, Agamnon, who had crouched in the cold and darkness for hours, couldn’t help but feel an ecstatic frenzy.
Had Pandora succeeded?
Excellent!
Then now, it was ti for him, the King of Mankind designated by Olympus, to take the stage, to purge these remnants of Divine Blood gathered at the foot of Troy for his Majesty Zeus, completing the final step in forging the ultimate Divine Business!
Agamnon watched the encamped Alliance barracks and the city of Troy sunk in the night with a sinister gaze and sneered as he waved his hand.
Several hundred priests, herded by the Divine Blood Guard, gathered in front of the previously constructed altar.
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Then, each of them took out a short, red-black curse dagger engraved with twisted Divine Patterns from their sleeves, gritted their teeth, slashed their palms, and collectively prayed and chanted towards the central altar.
Within the low, oppressive voices, poignant blood gushed from the wounds on the priests’ hands like serpent swarms writhing in the dark, converging towards the center of the altar, activating each inscribed Magic Circle Diagram one by one.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
A strange tremor emanated from the flickering Magic Circle Diagrams, and sinister pillars of scarlet or dark-red light shot up from the altar into the sky, tearing through the heavy night.
Ink-black clouds converged from all directions, and a cacophony of wails, roars, and murmurs lded into a maddening noise. The stench of decay, blood, and frenzy intertwined and coalesced, forming a rolling red-black vortex, as if carving a giant Hole in the sky.
So form of darkness and terror seed to be awakening with the mortals’ sacrifice.
Suddenly, the hundreds of priests responsible for activating the Magic Circles around the altar simultaneously shook, blood spurting out of their palm wounds like high-pressure hoses, drawn up to the whirlpool in the sky.
No good!
The colors drained from the priests’ faces as they hastily stopped their chanting, trying to retract their hands, to halt this sowhat eerie ritual.
But it was too late—the Hole in the sky spun faster, like a wild beast in the darkness, opening its gaping maw towards the oblivious flock below.
“Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!”
The hundreds of priests caught up in the vortex didn’t even have ti to scream before their bodies burst forth, their bodies exploding into clouds of blood. Streams of crimson life force, like slithering snakes, converged into the Hole in the sky.
Beneath the red and black energy of this blood, so form of red-black substance slowly filled the Hole, and with further compression at the twisted center, it finally coalesced into a red-black cube that continuously changed shape as it floated.
“Whoosh!”
In an instant, a sinister tremor ca from above. The corner of the floating red-black cube cracked open, pouring out a massive flow of red-black mud onto the altar.
The material, emitting strong malice and ominous energy as soon as it touched the ground, rapidly gathered and writhed, transforming into a twisted, deford human shape.
As a hundred-ter-tall Giant God was constructed, Agamnon could no longer contain his excitent and loudly commanded:
“Excellent, my Immortal Legion, do you see the encampnt and that city wall ahead? It is filled with scum from the City States that defied the divine will. Imdiately purge these rebels for our god and restore the glory of Olympus!”
As he spoke, a cunning and vicious gleam flickered deep within Agamnon’s eyes.
He had originally intended to use the Trojan War to seize the position of Alliance Hierarch, allowing Mycenae to beco the supre power in Greece.
Unexpectedly, the stage he so painstakingly set was taken advantage of by the Spartans and his sister-in-law, Helen.
What’s worse, the Greek City States and Divine Blood Heroes, to his chagrin, chose to follow a woman’s orders rather than accept his recruitnt.
If that was the case, then let them receive Divine Punishnt with the stubborn Trojans inside the city!
Once his Majesty has purged the scum and completed the Divine Business, Mycenae will be the sole power in Greece, and he would beco the King of Mankind, the executor of divine will!
While Agamnon was indulging in this beautiful vision, the red-black Giant God atop the altar, having heard his commands, looked down ahead, and then…
“Splat!”
A foot coming from the heavens crushed the mortal monarch below into a mush of flesh, also crushing his ludicrous dream of kingship.
Witnessing Mycenae’s current monarch die instantly, the hundred or so Divine Blood Guards standing watch were stunned for several seconds before they snapped out of it, cursing and roaring as they charged towards the red-black mud-ford monster.
However, their mortal swords and ordinary curses that struck the monster couldn’t even scrape off a spot of mud.
At the sa ti, the monster, observing the gathering ants below, leisurely spread its arms, emitting a high-pitched resonance from its chest.
“Buzz!”
The pitch-black Hole in the sky opened abruptly, a malicious deluge pouring down upon the earth.
“Whoosh!”
Rivers of red-black mud cascaded down like an apocalyptic lava threatening to obliterate all that was alive, bearing the mud that cursed life and bore malice against all that was good.
Soon, the Mycenaeans gathered around the altar beca the first “lucky” recipients of this Divine Punishnt.
Once touched by this mud, whether they were ordinary soldiers, higher-ranked Divine Blood Guards, mages, or priests, or even the strongest Divine Blood Heroes from the city-states, they all, without exception, scread in agony. Their flesh and bones were burned and lted away in re monts, and amidst unbearable pain and resentnt, they beca part of the red-black mud.
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