The mother star secretly transformed itself from us

Chapter 1231 Holy Sacrifice

Sacrifice should probably be a sacred word.
But just like 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 is really unacceptable is the gap in status. The old blood filling the seal is just the last bit of good fortune for future generations, but it may not seem so noble.

So Illya didn't have any sympathy for them, let alone any redundant emotions of sorrow.

If Grand Duke Ilya, who has indulged in self-indulgence and recklessness for many years, used 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 make waves, she must be in place.

There are still so many beautiful men in the world waiting for my mother to conquer. How could my mother die in this barren land? Chunmeng was an illusion, this is unfair to me!
It's done!

"I bet, the wall outside the hospital's operating room door must have heard more sincere prayers than this." Grand Duke Ilya looked at those old guys who died generously and determinedly, "Self-impression may not be useful, But I respect your choices, and those who survive will remember your contributions, and I will ask you one last time, are you really ready?"

"Yes, it is."

"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, and a large part of the Uktrashi people believe that the soul of suicide will be full of pain forever, and self-liberation itself is already the most cowardly escape option. Courage to execute.

Grand Duke Ilya didn't expect these old fellows to realize their fearlessness at the last moment. It was nothing more than a few drops of blood on their hands. Whether it was a walking corpse or a bug, it didn't mean much to her. .

The path of blood under the feet and the light of the blood above the head like the bloody sun responded to the "prayer" of these aging blood nobles at the same time, casting beams of "watching" like eyes.

A sharp ice cone corresponding to the number of people floated behind Grand Duke Ilya: "Everyone, please don't expect me to have any psychological burden. There is no such thing as guilt for this Grand Duke. Well, those who have faith can start now." I have prayed and 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 had made their choices let out low laughter: "Grand Duke Illya, as a final message, I think it is actually a bit inappropriate for you to use your last words here, whether you are escaping or cowardly, our choice It is already the last will, the years we have lived allowed us to die and gave us the right to die!"

An old duke who is quite strong in combat but is old enough to see the death on his face with the naked eye said: "We are not so naive as to think that someone will remember our fear and sacrifice, but I still hope, see In the name of our death bringing new vitality to the blood seal, you, and your descendants, can treat our family well. Finally, those of us who are about to die hope that the people of Yuktraxir can get out of the seal and get out of the seal as soon as possible. Embrace the real world!"

Many families only rely on such a leader to survive, otherwise they will not be reduced to the point where they still have to guard the Abyss of the Dead at their age. According to the practice of Uktra Hill, after their death, their families are almost There will never be a bright future, but if other nobles look a little ugly, it is hard to say whether their descendants can continue to have the original surname.

as for failure
Then the entire Uktra Hill will no longer exist. Losing at the starting line is much more beneficial than losing at the finish line, at least. It saves a run, doesn’t it?
Grand Duke Ilya had nothing to say, and waved his hand: "Then, goodbye."

Dozens of ice cones pierced through all the people in front of them, and 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 corpses, and the fresh life turned into The blood-colored mist filled the round of the blood-colored sun in the sky, and the blood-colored sun suddenly burst into incomparable brilliance. Wave after wave of energy surged under the pulse fluctuations. The blessing has reached a new height.

"My lord, what should we do next?"

"We follow your command, and now only you have this qualification."

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

The aristocrat who had a sad face just now was stunned for a few seconds:

"Illya, what did you do!"

"Damn it. How can there be so much blood power?"

"Grand Duke Illya??"

"Everyone is responsible for the life and death of Uktra Hill." Grand Duke Ilia said quietly: "It's just a preset signal, as long as the beacon is crushed, the people I stayed in Uktra Hill will start to act , slaughter all those who have never been on the battlefield and only eat dry food, sacrifices must have the attitude of sacrifices, how can only these few people be enough?"

"You! Are you crazy?!!"

"Damn it, Illya, do you understand what you're doing?"

"Our family has shed blood and tears for Yuktrashir for generations. Is this how you treat meritorious descendants?"

Illya looked at the blood in the sky and smiled: "I think the outside world doesn't need the so-called blood nobles. It is better to die meaningfully now than to be submerged 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 question, for hundreds of years, blood nobles have always existed only as slaves, not heroes, let alone liberators."

Ah this
The nobles really suffocated!Is this an in-situ vote?Who the hell taught her all these things?

Facing such a ruthless man and such a shocking rule by a mage, they understand that it is too late to say anything, after all. Everyone is already on the thief ship.
Illya doesn't care what they think, the blessing of the bloodline light to humans and the sealing power to the lair master has reached the extreme: "Operate the magic net with all your strength, and freeze the part below the head of this big bug! Others, attack freely! According to the head of that thing, give the old lady a hard hit!"

(End of this chapter)