Chapter 2533: Guess the truth about the kingdom!

"Next, I can only rely on myself!"

After putting away the chaotic gourd, looking at the poets who committed suicide one by one and blood-stained on the stage, Huang Chang took a deep breath, and then fully urged the real fire of the sun, setting off a monstrous flame and swept toward the stage.

However, the target of his flame this time is no longer the poets who are committing suicide, but the blood that gushes out after the poets committed suicide!

Regardless of what happens to the statues and murals after they absorb the blood, Huang Chang’s instinct tells him that he must minimize the blood absorbed by the statues and murals, so at this moment he is also trying to burn the blood with the real fire of the sun. .

Zi Zi Zi!

Under the burning of the raging flames, those blood containing terrifying power began to gradually evaporate in the sizzling noise, turning into a blood mist, part of the blood mist was completely swallowed by the flames, but a part of the blood mist Still rushed out of the blockade of flames and blended into those murals and statues.

Obviously, relying on the real fire of the sun can only weaken the power of this blood at best, but cannot destroy it all in a short time.

But this can at least have a certain effect!

Then, those poets were also speeding up their suicides, fewer and fewer people stood on the stage, but more and more blood was flowing out. At the same time, almost half of the weird blood flowing from the corpse of the singer was evaporated and burned by the real fire of the sun in the yellow suit, and the remaining half was turned into blood mist and merged into the statues and murals.

Finally, a few minutes later, the last poet fell to the ground, blood gushing out, and was quickly swallowed by the murals and statues.

Buzzing!

And after swallowing the blood of the last poet, those murals and statues seemed to have finally completed some kind of ritual, and they "lived" one after another, or condensed and fell off the wall, or directly turned into physical entities. Walked down from the shelf where he was originally.

But the weird thing is that after swallowing the blood of so many poets, the angels and even the "Gods" turned into these murals and statues exude a strong sacred atmosphere, as if they are really angels and gods in the heavens. It's the same in the world.

At the same time, the corpses of the suicide poets seemed to be affected by some kind of power at this moment. Under the guidance of the divine power, looming radiances appeared on their bodies, and then these brilliances turned into one after another. Those singers had exactly the same soul body, and with their faces full of reverence and enthusiasm, looking at the angels and God walking towards them, they were extremely excited.

In their view, their sacrifices had an effect. God and angels were moved by their dedication and sacrifices, and made a special trip to attract them!

"You have abandoned the grace of God!"

However, just as the souls of these poets thought they were about to be redeemed and walked to heaven, the "God" who was transformed by the statue had already walked off the cross, but still had blood on his body and thorns on his head. It was suddenly glaring at the souls of these suicides, and shouted in a deep voice: "Your life belongs to me. You are only the managers of your own lives, not possessing them. If you give up your life, you have given up salvation. You are not worthy to be bathed in the grace of God. Below, you should-fall to **** forever!"

"Fall to **** forever!"

"Fall to **** forever!"

"Fall to **** forever!"

...

At this moment, with the scream of the god, the angels and the Virgin who came out of the frescoes or were transformed by the statues in the whole church glared at the souls of the poets and uttered an angry roar!

Rumble!

The next moment, the whole church began to tremble violently, and with the trembling of the church, the church began to undergo some strange changes!

The frescoes that were originally full of sacred began to fall off along with the wall skin, replaced by **** flames that were scarlet as blood, burning, and exuding a rich smell of blood and sulfur!

And those angels were quickly enveloped in flames, their white feathers were burnt to a scorched black color, and their eyes became scarlet, exuding a chaotic atmosphere mixed with sacred and evil.

Fallen angel!

What is in this church at this moment is not an angel, but a fallen angel disguised by an angel!

What's more terrifying is that the **** also grinned at this moment, a hideous and terrifying smile appeared on his face, and then his face quickly twisted into a figure with half an angel and half a devil, and a figure with huge devil horns.

Looking at the somewhat familiar figure, Huang Chang was stunned, and then couldn't help blurting out, "Satan?"

That’s right, it’s not someone else who appeared in front of him at this moment. It turned out to be the archangel who was once the most favored by God and the most powerful, but in the end he betrayed God and became the fallen king of fallen angels and the king of demons—— Lucifer*Morning Star!

That is Satan!

"Long time no see, my dear friend!"

Unexpectedly by Huang Shang, the Satan who has descended at this moment seems to have the self-consciousness. After seeing Huang Shang, he also smiled slightly and said: "I didn't expect that we would meet here again, maybe this is your Huaxia What people say... fate?"

"Are you imprisoned here too?"

Seeing that Satan actually possessed the self-consciousness, Huang Chang was shocked in his heart, and then immediately asked.

If even Satan is controlled by Maori River, then Maori River would be terrible!

"No, no, I just felt the call of the confession soul song, and came here to attract a group of fallen souls."

However, when he heard Huang Chang's words, Satan shook his head and pointed to the souls of poets who had been enveloped by the flames of hell, then burned, twisted in the flames, and faintly transformed into some kind of monster monster, and said : "Although this [world] is very interesting, it even has a certain prototype of [Devil's Domain], but I still can't do it if I want to control it."

"Devil's Domain?"

Hearing what Satan said, Huang Chang was slightly taken aback, a little puzzled.

"The Demon Territory uses a special method to refine that region with the power of a place’s dragon veins and merge it with its own domain. It transforms into a domain that is similar to the domain, but at the same time more powerful than the domain. More unstable special areas!"

"This special field has its own different names in each civilization system, such as [Heaven], [Demon Blood Hell], [Burning Hell], [Abyss Hell] and even Asgard and Olympus. As well as the Heavenly Court of China, they are all such special fields, but they are different in scale and stronger!"

At this moment, the voice of the system suddenly sounded from Huang Chang's mind: "If the strange country where the host is now is really a demon, then this demon is the power of He Mao Lichuan using the dragon veins of R Ben. And those flesh and blood monsters sacrificed the entire R Benzo, and refined the entire R Ben with some other special methods, and merged with his domain into one body!"

"No wonder the power of this strange country is so powerful, it can even imprison 90% of the host's power..."

"If this ghost story is a fusion of the power of the entire R book, then it makes sense!"