Chapter 71: Demonized Beastman

  "Alright." Harryk nodded, then pulled out a large axe from behind his back and let out a loud roar. A thin layer of red light surged up from his body. Facing the dense forest, the usually arrogant Harryk had lost his swaggering air, replaced by an aura of a brave warrior who would rather die than yield.

  The atmosphere became even more oppressive. It seemed that Harick also understood that this was a battle of life and death, where basically, they were just coming to die.

  This loud roar caused the small birds in the forest to fly up in a flurry, unable to see anything in the darkness as they crashed into each other on the trees. Even some of the smaller birds were so frightened that they fell directly from the trees and died on the ground.

  In this absurd and terrifying darkness, Xiran and Harick exchanged a glance and smiled lightly.

  Xī Lǎng slowly pulled out a brand new, glittering golden crown from his bag, handling it as if it were an ancient fragile artifact. He then lightly placed the crown on his own head, and subsequently pulled out an ancient staff.

  This staff appears to be condensed from countless arm bones, presenting an ominous dead black color and emitting a terrible magical aura. At the top of the staff, there is a dark red gemstone slightly larger than a fist, which upon closer inspection reveals itself to be a bloodstone crystal that has been aged for far too long.

  No one knew that this staff was the relic of Octo, a great wizard from 100 years ago. 100 years ago, people thought that this staff had been destroyed in the flames of war, but for some reason, it now appeared in Silan's hands.

  Xī Lǎng raised his head, and the crown on his head was the one he had been making in the Fa Shi Tower all along, made of Liè Yáng Jīn. On the crown, 9 bloodstone crystals were embedded in sequence, which was the collection of all the bloodstones that Xī Lǎng had silently collected over this period of time.

  The entire crown was radiating an enchanting magical charm, with refined and intricate magic circuits flowing with pure magical power, steadily and effectively stimulating the bloodstone crystals inlaid on top, causing the pure blood energy to fluctuate constantly, making Xilang and Harick's momentum continue to rise, making it impossible for people to look directly at them.

  In the dark of night, the golden light of the setting sun flickered with a majestic glow, but when paired with the dark red color of the bloodstone crystal, it gave people a feeling of extreme oppression, and even a kind of crazy impulse.

  Xī Lǎng originally had a poker face as dead as a ghost, but after putting on this blazing golden crown, he looked majestic and grand. The corners of his mouth rose, and a demonic aura burst forth.

  This crown of pure gold, driven by the blood of the Sun God's priest, is now being fueled by the fresh blood from his mother inside Xilang's body, burning within him to power the crown.

  Feeling the blood of humanity and justice burning within him, Xiran fell silent for two seconds. The face of a kind woman flashed in his mind, turning into a wisp of smoke. Then he lifted his feet and walked forward resolutely.

  "Come on, Haric. Let's go and claim our father's legacy." Silan held the old staff in his hand, biting his index finger to draw blood, which he then smeared onto the red gemstone set into the staff. The red gemstone absorbed the fresh blood and instantly lit up, rotating twice before transforming into a crystal of bloodstone about the size of an orange, which felt heavy even when Silan held it in his hand.

  Harryk's roar had already alarmed the entire tribe, and more and more demonized beastmen were running out of the depths of the forest, staring at him dead. Some even roared wildly, with various fighting spirits surging up to charge at Harryk.

  "Let's go, to the central square. Whoever blocks you, cut them down." Xilang said calmly. At the same time, a magical force field emerged from his body, pushing away the surrounding demonized beastmen whenever there were too many of them.

  Then, Haricke cleared a bloody path in front of him, all the splattered blood floated in mid-air under the power of magic, and then swirled around Sirang's head, surging towards him.

  The bloodstone on Xiran's crown and the bloodstone on his staff were crazily absorbing fresh blood, becoming bright and dripping.

  The road is neither long nor short. By the time they reached the center of the tribe, Xilang's forehead had already broken out in a sweat and he had used up about 70-80% of his magic power. He would rather hurt himself and Harick than use that magic power to drive the crown and bloodstone staff again.

  "The combat power of the demonized beastmen is comparable to that of the Frost Giants. With 10,000 demonized beastmen, if used well, it's enough for me to conquer the entire Northern Land." Looking at these fierce and fearless demonized beastmen with high morale, Xilang said lightly. "But how did that old devil fail? I want to absorb his experience and build new victories on his corpse. Be humble, be cautious, beware of pride and impatience. And also, don't let yourself rush to the front line."

  "The Mages' Guild uses me, but am I not using the Mages' Guild as well? It's just a matter of who gets the bigger share in the end." Xilang thrust his staff fiercely into the ground between the tribes.

  Harry's body already had dozens of wounds, with fresh blood flowing down, his pale face seemed to be about to collapse. The surrounding demonized beastmen held weapons in their hands, staring at them fiercely, as if they would pounce on them crazily and tear them into pieces the next moment, but facing such a dangerous situation, Xiran seemed to have not seen it at all.

  "The secret of Pailos Castle, I know that it is the shortcut to divinity, where the glacier god rests in death. As long as one absorbs the divine energy there, they can become a demigod. This is the treasure that all the strong on the continent are eyeing, and also the road paved with blood and corpses by my father for me. As the magical creation of my father, as the precious legacy of my father, so, demonized beastmen, kneel down and worship me, worship your new god!"

  In an instant, the staff in Xi Lang's hand was like a nuclear explosion, and a bloody strong light burst out, instantly illuminating the entire tribe. All the demonized beastmen covered their heads and let out painful wails. Then, one by one, they knelt down, bitterly surrendering.

  The rubies on the staff scattered in the sky, as if a bloody starry sky had been recreated. The crown on Xiran's head continued to flash, even scorching Xiran's forehead and emitting a burnt smell. Suddenly, the hoop of the crown stretched out a circle of sharp metal long legs, fiercely piercing into Xiran's skull!

  The blood of the Sun God Pastor from Mother is now fully ignited, becoming the fuel for the fierce golden sun in the crown, as an amplifier, bringing the bewildering effect of Bloodstone to its maximum!

  And Xilang was originally in the form of a complete human, and gradually changed into an ice demon, proving that the human blood in his body was being consumed, while the devil's bloodline completely dominated!

  "Bow down before me! Worship me! Offer sacrifice to me!!!" Xiran bellowed loudly, the veins on his neck bulging, his eyeballs protruding, his entire body bearing the weight of immense magical pressure. Even his vocal cords had changed, from a human voice to a devilish tone filled with powerful oppression and hollowness.

  In this process, the human blood in Xiran's body was constantly burning, while the devil's blood was constantly being purified. The two eyes also changed from ordinary human shape to two burning ice-blue flame balls!

  His hands parted, and then wildly merged again. The bloody stars in the sky gathered once more, blessing the crown on his head, forming an even more magnificent and resplendent diadem. The entire starry sky above seemed to be crowning him!

  Xī Lǎng's expression slowly calmed down, looking at the demonized beastmen kneeling on the ground, a weak face with a compassionate smile, fresh blood flowing down his chin, giving people an extremely eerie feeling.

  "Next, as long as I cultivate enough of the blood of the technician to offer sacrifices, I will be able to thoroughly open up that crack under Pailos Castle and truly begin to absorb divinity. I wonder how that cucumber is doing... Don't disappoint me..." Xiran said softly.

  Then everything went black and I fell over.