Tribute to the Demon King

It was the embodiment of real, palpable evil.

For the ancient Canaanites, there was nothing more sinister, terrifying, and awe-inspiring than the sea.All that constitutes her mythology is a collection of disaster, horror and destruction.

"My hands are the scythe of the moon that shines in the western sky! My ten fingers are the bony branches of the Great—"

Whispering, the girl lightly took off the red robe she was wearing, exposing her whole body freely.

That extravagant slender body doesn't have a single bit of fat, it's as green as an unripe fruit, but it's even more alluring because of it.

However, it was the scars etched on the girl's body that took Zhou Yi's gaze away.

On her jade-like skin, her back, chest, abdomen, waist, legs and neck were covered with black, red and black scars, as if she had been stabbed by a red-hot sword.It hurts just to see it.

"O King Edena, O Ratarak, my body is my chest and my knees! O Spica, give me nimble and strong feet!"

Anshela's immature but icy voice resounded through the night sky.

Under her body, the entire ceremony was rumbling into motion.

"My god, my lord, please give me grace!"

"My god, my lord, please give me grace!"

Cooperating with Anshela's verse, the magicians guarding her chanted at the same time.

It was the pure prayer of a choir.The people gathered here, their beliefs are pious and pure, without any blemishes or evil desires.

The chorus was uninterrupted.The sound of bones and muscles collapsing continued, and death after death continued to occur.

Every time the magician exploded, one of the miserable wounds on Anxiela who stood in the middle of the ceremony was healed.

Finally, the deck fell silent again.

There was no wound left on the witch's slender and delicate body, and the snow-white and crystal-clear skin gently bounced off the moonlight.She kicked the coffin beside her and walked straight towards Zhou Yi.With every step, the corpses and decks around her shattered into pieces.With an almost cruel gesture, Anshela violently tore and crushed everything that touched her.

It wasn't until she was only five meters away from Zhou Yi that she finally stopped.

The flawless witch raised her hands slightly, raised them high like a conductor, and sang the last holy words——

"—I am the sky!"

The next moment, the terrifying extreme pressure exploded from Anxiela's petite body, sweeping away in all directions with the attitude of destroying all life!

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Chapter 48 Feel the power of pure water

With Anshela as the center, the invisible pressure spread loudly with the momentum of crushing everything!

Accompanied by the tooth-piercing creaking sound, pieces of the deck under her feet shattered and collapsed. Sections of thick wood planks collapsed one by one as if they had been repeatedly hit by shells. The corpses of warlocks were stirred into it, cracked into pieces and crushed into mud.

Anshela's whole body floated up slightly, standing in the air on the broken deck.Her slender feet drooped naturally, and her eyes shone with a light as deep as the deep sea.

By now, it was impossible to call her Anshera or Leviathan.There is no doubt that it is already the original posture of the Earth Mother Goddess.

Giving up her own life and completing the ritual of revenge, the one who was resurrected from her corpse was none other than the god-king of Canaan and Ugarit in ancient times, the ruler of the ferocious sea and the earth, the disobedient Yam!

Her side has turned into a silent and deep sea, where all the unspeakable and invisible horrors gather.That was the pressure of the deep sea that exterminated civilization—as long as she wanted to, she could roll up a never-ending raging tsunami and tidal wave, and submerge all countries with rage.

That is the destructive power from nature, and no mortal can stop it.

But in the terrifying place that should be attributed to eternal silence, there was an incomparably clear sound of steel rubbing against each other.

The sharp red foreign object forcibly pierced under the pressure of repeated shocks.

——That is an extremely fiery, fiery will to fight.

That is a spear of dragon blood that is hotter and stickier than magma!

"That is……!?"

Yam's pupils instantly narrowed to the limit.

I saw Zhou Yi raised his left arm slightly sideways, aiming his palm at himself hanging in the air.

At the moment before the invisible heavy pressure was about to crush the deck under Zhou Yi's feet, it was like a big wave hitting a rock, suddenly blocked by something firmly, and spread out to the surroundings.

Under the impact of the huge pressure, the luxury cruise ship was finally torn into two parts abruptly, and with the remaining strength, it was even possible to push the part where Zhou Yi was located to continue to retreat.

Less than three steps ahead of Zhou Yi was the broken hull, and the continuous pressure of the deep sea was bombarding Zhou Yi, but Zhou Yi, who had his right hand behind his back, remained motionless, not even shaking the half of the hull under his feet. damaged.

But what Yam couldn't understand the most was that she didn't even understand what Zhou Yi used to block the blow.

But Zhou Yi didn't give her any time to think.

Without warning, an inexplicable sense of fear rose from Jam's heart.

Dozens, hundreds, thousands—countless crimson spears emerged from the void behind Zhou Yi, first behind Zhou Yi, and then spread out in an arc to the left and right sides, forming a huge crescent shape .

As if the curtain of the Holy Lance stretched from the sky to the sea covered the sky and covered the sky——

The moonlight behind Yam shone on the red spear, reflecting pure red brilliance, and even Zhou Yi's left arm protruding slightly forward also reflected a trace of red light.

"Are you... are you trying to prevent the return of the great Earth Mother?"