Alpha's replacement bride is destined mate-Chapter 167 Legion of the undead

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" Elijah, help me." Haley called out Elijah’s name over and over again, " Elijah, Elijah."

Elijah stood in the dark corner, Haley’s voice calling for help ringing in his ears. He remained motionless, his gray eyes fixed in the direction of the pool of blood.

Elijah had prepared for him, at the bidding of the dark wizard, a hundred strong werewolves, and now the bodies of those hundred werewolves were immersed in pools of blood.

The pool of blood was so deep that, even when the bodies of a hundred werewolves were thrown into it together, the height of the pool did not change at all. It was like an open-mouthed fiend that never knew how to be satisfied, devouring all living things, and the aura of evil seemed to emanate in a continuous stream from the depths of the pool of blood, pervading the whole space of the basement.

Although Elijah knew that this was against the Luna god’s rules, he had no choice. Only the power of the Dark God can help him rule the continent, and the undead legion is his only weapon.

Without the moon to-night, the moon-god would not have noticed his treachery.

The dark wizard’s hands, like cold serpents, moved slowly over Haley’s body, as if probing some forbidden secret.

His mouth recited words in a language of extreme antiquity and obscurity, as if it were a curse handed down from antiquity, and each syllable seemed to carry with it a sinister magic.

A gale suddenly attacked like a raging beast, carrying a strong whistling sound with it. The flames of the candles, which had been swaying about the altar, now seemed to be caught by the wind, and were swaying violently and desperately. The light of the candle flame flickered and flickered, as if it might at any moment be extinguished by the violence of the wind.

Haley’s voice became hoarse and muffled under the force of the wind, as if it had been squeezed from her throat. The wind sounded as if it were a great devourer, mercilessly devouring every word she uttered.

Her words became broken and indistinct in the fury of the wind. The words mingled with the rustling wind, and gradually merged into a chilling sound, like the whisper of a demon from the depths of hell, full of terror and evil aura.

At that moment Elijah saw a dark figure emerge from between Haley’s legs, and then he distinctly heard a baby’s cry, which sounded like the first cry of a newborn.

The baby’s cry was sharp and short.

The dark shadow floated in mid-air, as if it possessed life and consciousness of its own. A dark wizard opened his hands, and the shadows, as if drawn by some mysterious force, obediently came to his embrace. A dark wizard holds the dark shadow in his arms.

A dark wizard embraced the dark mass, with a look that was at once avaricious and rapturous, as though he were carrying a real baby with the same care and delight.

He turned toward the pool of blood, which was instantly boiling as the Dark Wizard approached it.

The blood water tumbled and rolled like a hungry devil opening its mouth as if to greet the sudden mysterious "baby". The churning blood-water, covered with layers of blood-foam, filled the basement with a sickening fishy odor, and gave the whole space an aura of grotesque terror.

The dark wizard slowly put the "baby" into the blood pool, when the "baby" touched the blood water in the blood pool, the blood water seemed to be instantly activated in general, with a kind of extremely rapid speed will be "baby As soon as the "baby" touched the blood water, the blood water seemed to be instantly activated, wrapping up the "baby" with an extremely rapid speed, as if it was a greedy beast devouring its prey.

The "baby" in the blood water constantly struggling, but as if by a powerful force tightly bound, gradually engulfed by the blood water, and eventually disappeared without a trace.

After swallowing the "baby", the original turbulent state slowly calmed down, restoring the surface calm.

Suddenly the ground began to shake violently, as if an unseen hand were stirring it with great force. Elijah, standing in a dark corner, had been lost in bewilderment and terror, but now his eyes widened in astonishment at the sudden tremor.

As the shaking of the ground increased, so did the agitation of the blood in the pool, as if excited by some powerful stimulus. The blood continued to gush from the pool, as if it had been forcibly forced out by some force. The splashes of blood were like red raindrops, and fell upon Elijah’s body, drenching him with blood in an instant.

Elijah gazed in horror at the grotesque scene before him, his heart beating like a drum, and almost bursting from his throat. He tried to back away from the pool of blood, which was full of danger and weirdness.

But the shaking of the ground grew stronger and stronger, until it seemed as if it would overthrow the whole basement. The water in the pool of blood, too, at this moment became abnormally turbid, as if something were desperately tottering beneath it, trying to break through the seemingly placid surface.

The tottering thing seemed to have an aura of evil about it, and caused a cold sweat to break out on Elijah’s back. He gazed intently at the pool of blood, his heart full of fear and uneasiness.

Above the dark red waters of the pool of blood, the head of a werewolf seemed to be slowly poking out from the depths of hell. Its appearance, covered with viscous blood, was like that of an evil spirit emerging from a nightmare, and was extremely hideous and appalling to behold.

When, with great difficulty, his whole body was raised from the pool of blood, it was as if some mysterious and impalpable force had pressed him firmly against the back, and caused him to stand erect.

His eyes were at that moment like burning flames, red and glowing as if they were about to burst into flame. The werewolf opened his blood-stained mouth and let out a low, angry growl from his throat, which sounded as if it were loudly announcing his rebirth from the dead to the entire dark basement and everything around him.

Immediately afterwards, as if by some mysterious direction, a second werewolf, closely followed by the first, emerged from the pool of blood. His body was similarly streaked with blood, and with every step he took it was as if he could feel the heavy force vibrating through the air within the basement. Each step seemed to carry with it the determination and ruthlessness to crush the sturdy basement floor.

One by one, the werewolves emerged from the pool of blood, and the atmosphere of the basement, already so oppressive that one could hardly breathe, became more and more eerie and terrifying to the extreme. These werewolves, like a host of demons summoned by the powers of darkness, were rapidly gathering in such numbers that they soon occupied the whole space of the basement, and made the whole seem to be enveloped in an aura of evil.

The dark wizard turned to face Elijah, a strange smile appeared on his wrinkled face, and said to Elijah, "We are done. The god of darkness has granted you an Undead Legion."

Elijah’s face, as he heard these words, could scarcely conceal the surging excitement within him. His gaze, like two blazing swords, swept swiftly over each blood-stained werewolf, as if these were the magic weapons that would guide him to victory.

His mind had already begun to visualize the shocking scene that was to follow, as if he had already seen Galaxy Pack’s Alpha successfully luring the northern army into that treacherous canyon, and these terrifying undead warriors would then rush out of the darkness like demons, launching a fierce attack on Klaus’ army with their fearless and tireless bodies.

This time, he knew, everything would go perfectly according to his plan. He could clearly visualize the stunned, bewildered faces of Klaus’s army as they faced these undead warriors. Elijah’s face, as he thought of it, revealed a smile of immense satisfaction, a smile of cruelty and triumph.

Elijah secretly vowed in his heart that this time he would let Klaus know that anyone who dared to stand in the way of his domination of the continent would be trampled under foot and utterly destroyed by him and these mighty legions of undead.

It was as if he could already see himself on the pinnacle of victory, enjoying the glory and power that was his.

And Emily, he would have her.