Chapter 1231 Sacred Sacrifice

Sacrifice may be a sacred word.

But just as those pure-blood nobles have shown, they have enslaved untouchables and slaves for many generations through the shadow of their ancestors. It is not that they cannot accept the so-called new things and rules. What they really cannot accept is the gap in status. The aging bloodline fills the seal and forges the last bit of good fortune for future generations, but it does not necessarily appear to be very noble.

Therefore, Illya has no sympathy for them, let alone any redundant emotions of sadness and sorrow.

If Grand Duke Illya, who has indulged in self-indulgence and recklessness for many years, was asked to use one word to evaluate herself, the word in her heart should probably be: pragmatic.

She doesn't want to die, the colorful world is intoxicating, and if she wants to have fun, she must have the right amount of fun.

There are so many handsome men in the world waiting for me to conquer. How could I die in this barren land? This is not even a real world. Now think about it, everything I have experienced before turned out to be the equivalent of... An erotic dream is an illusion, this is unfair to me!

Done!

"I bet the wall outside the hospital's operating room must have heard more sincere prayers than this." Grand Duke Illya looked at those old guys who died generously with determination on their faces expressionlessly, "Self-impressions may not be useful. But I respect your choice, and those who survive will remember your contribution. I ask you one last time, are you really ready?"

"Yes, yes."

"Former colleagues and comrades-in-arms, at least at this moment, you have regained the glory of your ancestors!"

No one can be indifferent to death. A large part of the people of Uggtrasil believe that the soul of a person who commits suicide will always be filled with pain. Self-relief itself is already the most cowardly escape option. Such people simply do not have the ability to personally The courage to execute.

Grand Duke Illya didn't expect these old guys to fully realize their fearlessness at the last moment. It was just a few more drops of blood on their hands. Whether it was from zombies or insects, it meant little to her. .

The path of blood under their feet and the light of blood that was as powerful as the bloody sun above their heads responded to the "prayer" of these aging blood nobles at the same time, casting beams of "attention" like eyes.

Sharp ice picks corresponding to the number of people floated behind Grand Duke Ilia: "Don't expect me to have any psychological burden. Such things as guilt do not exist for this Grand Duke. Well, those who have faith can start now. I prayed to atone for your irresponsible suicide, but I think it would be more useful to say some last words while there is still time."

Dozens of nobles who made their choice let out low laughter: "Grand Duke Illya, as a final message, I think it is somewhat inappropriate for you to use your last words here. Whether it is evasion or cowardice, our choice These are the last words. The years we have lived have allowed us to die and given us the right to die!"

An old duke who was quite tough in combat but old enough to see the look of death on his face with the naked eye said: "We are not so naive as to think that anyone will remember our fear and sacrifice, but I still hope, look. For the sake of our death giving new life to the bloodline seal, you and your descendants can be kind to our family. Finally, we who are dying hope that the people of Uctrashil can get out of the seal and return to the world as soon as possible. Embrace the real world!”

Many families only rely on such a leader to survive, otherwise they would not be reduced to garrisoning the Abyss of the Dead at their age. According to the practice of Yggdrasil, after their death, their families almost There will never be a day when they will succeed. As long as the other nobles look a little more ugly, it is hard to say whether their descendants can continue to bear the original surname.

As for failure

Then the entire Yggdrasil will cease to exist. Losing at the starting line is much more affordable than losing at the finish line, at least. It saves a meal, right?

Grand Duke Illya had nothing to say and waved his hand: "Then, goodbye."

Dozens of ice picks penetrated all the people in front of him. The absolute low temperature and energy painlessly turned their flesh and bones into ice crystals and eroded them into powder. The tragic and tragic death did not leave any remains of corpses, and the fresh life turned into As the blood-colored light mist filled the round of bloody sun in the sky, the bloody sun suddenly burst out with unparalleled brilliance. Wave after wave of energy stirred up. Under the pulse fluctuations, the light of blood had a great impact on the people of Yuctra Hill. The blessing has reached a new level.

"Grand Duke, what should we do next?"

"We obey your command, and now you are the only one qualified to do so."

Grand Duke Illya waved his hand, took out a seed-shaped beacon, and gently crushed it in his hand. After almost half a minute, the energy wind swept from the sky like a sandstorm, and the master of the nest burst out in extreme pain. It roared, almost writhing on the ground like a maggot with a branding iron.

The nobleman who looked sad and sad just now was stunned for a few seconds:

"Illya, what did you do!"

"Damn it. How come there is so much bloodline power."

"Grand Duke Illya??"

"Everyone is responsible for the life and death of Uggdrasil." Grand Duke Illya said quietly: "It's just a preset signal. As long as the beacon is crushed, my people who stayed in Uggdrasil will start taking action. , Slaughter all those who have never been to the battlefield and only eat dry food. You must have a sacrificial attitude when offering sacrifices. How can only these few people be enough? "

"You! Are you crazy?!!"

"Damn it, Illya, do you understand what you are doing?"

"Our family has shed blood and tears for Yggdrasil for generations, and you treat the descendants of meritorious service like this?"

Illya looked at the bloody sky and smiled: "I think the outside world does not need the so-called blood nobles. It is better to die meaningfully now than to be drowned in the people's movement after success and be nailed to the pillar of shame for thousands of years. Have you ever thought about a problem? For hundreds of years, the blood nobles have always existed only as slaves, not heroes, let alone liberators."

Ah, this

The nobles really looked suffocated! Did she surrender to the Communist Party on the spot? Who the hell taught her these things?

In the continuous fear and confusion, facing such a ruthless man and such a shocking rule of a wizard, they realized that it was too late to say anything. After all, the people were already on the pirate ship.

Illya didn't care what they thought. The blessing of the bloodline light on humans and the sealing power on the nest master had reached the extreme: "Run the magic net with all your strength, freeze the part below the head of this big insect! Everyone else, attack freely! Hit the head of that thing and hit it hard!"