MTL - Trafford’s Trading Club-Chapter 2897 One of the Great Sacrifice: A Thousand Calamities
Chapter 2897 One of the Great Sacrifice: A Thousand Calamities
Evil ghosts walked, cruelly reaping lives one by one, with stumps and blood flying over the small [stage].
Below the stage, the people in the venue couldn't help but fell into a depressing silence.
Fate is like a play... Play is originally derived from fate.
"...The cruel fate has just begun. People who have been hurt by [evil ghosts] will also turn into evil ghosts and never be reborn."
The voice of the old woman who played the life teacher was like a magic voice urging them to die. People who fell in the pool of blood stood up one after another, their bodies were entwined with black energy, and their bodies began to ugliness...
People huddled in fear in the corner of the small stage, and the performance of the musicians in the venue seemed extremely strange.
"...the sound of hell."
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"what…"
The exclamation of the child.
The adults subconsciously covered her/his eyes, comforting in a low voice.
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Destiny... continues.
People in suffering, start to pray for something, this is the only thing that people who have been abandoned by fate can do when despair comes...
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Two figures were rapidly walking around the venue... with their heads down, trying not to let others notice their existence—Sikong Jieyue and Zhao Huaian.
They noticed the [Red King] on the throne, who was exactly the same as the guy who entered the city they saw at the beginning, but at this moment, among the [people] on the stage, there were Wu Boss' elder brother Wu Youyuan and others. The party made Zhao Huai'an a little surprised.
He knew what happened, only knew that there must have been some strange changes in Chicheng.
"What does an evil spirit mean?" He suddenly looked at Sikong Jieyue and asked.
Sikong Jieyue was somewhat afraid of Zhao Huaian at this time, "Evil ghosts are evil ghosts, what else can it mean?"
Zhao Huai'an said indifferently: "According to the theory of a certain school leader who has disappeared, alien species are also human beings. Does this evil ghost show itself represent something?"
Sikong Jieyue remained silent.
Zhao Huai'an chuckled and said: "Assuming that we are all the same, but on this side of the foreign land, one day long ago, the [Evil Ghost] suddenly appeared, spreading despair to every corner. People also become ghosts—no, maybe they already became ghosts while they were alive."
"It's [Hei Xue], not [Evil Ghost]." Sikong Zhaiyue said abruptly.
"Hei Xue?" Zhao Huaian frowned, "What Hei Xue?"
"It is said that it was the curse of the Supreme Blood Demon after his death." Sikong Jieyue shook his head and said, "Don't ask me how you know it, because I don't know when or where it started. A piece of information—it feels like the old people have passed it down orally from generation to generation, and only such a sentence of unclear meaning has been passed down, intermittently, which can only be guessed."
Zhao Huaian was silent in thought.
Sikong Jieyue suddenly said at this time: "It's almost there."
"Almost?" Zhao Huai'an subconsciously looked at a magnificent temple in front of him, "It's still far away... the temple."
"No, what I'm talking about is..." Sikong Jieyue stared at the stage, "In the play of fate, the savior Chi Wang is about to appear... Eh, how could it be her?"
"Who!" Zhao Huai'an asked in a deep voice, subconsciously looked at the stage, and suddenly showed a look of surprise, "[Xia Ji]? No... like Bai Zhi... No, it's not them. This is..."
He suddenly thought of something.
I only heard Sikong Jieyue say in a deep voice: "[God Princess]... This is the real [God Princess]!"
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Princess of God, Princess of Heavenly God.
On the stage, a girl with long green hair, holding a sharp sword, stands in the midst of suffering, and people kneel down beside her... the supplicant.
"Darkness covers the earth, and the dawn of hope will finally appear... Among you, there must be a brave man who can truly save the world. It was born in the bright red flames, and it will eventually become your king!"
"Red King! Red King! Red King!"
On the stage, people shouted the king's name hysterically.
"Red King! Red King! Red King!"
Below the stage, people also enthusiastically called the name of the king.
"...the king who saved the world, on the black soil of despair, will finally stand because of the call of the people." The voice of the old woman of the drama life teacher gradually became passionate, like the anchor aunt of a certain Korean nationality, with an exciting buff.
"Red King, Red King! Red King!"
Red Prince also shouted the name of the king along with the people at this time.
Prince Anuchit even stood up at this time—Qira didn’t know whether the prince was just here to join in the fun, or if he was really so excited. It stands to reason that the grand ceremony should have passed through many places... His Royal Highness.
Princess Shaxuesa seemed much quieter at this time, but her pair of wonderful eyes would look at herself from time to time. This made Qila's heart tighten, so she could only look at the stage stupidly, and also called the king's name.
Princess Red was lost in thought, her eyes continued to roam around, as if she was looking for something.
At this time, a bright red flame illuminated the entire venue... In the stage world, the flames burned the earth, and the evil spirits in the flames became more and more violent.
On the ground, a naked figure was holding a woman's body...a boy.
The boy's appearance is somewhat similar to that of Prince Anukit, his wheat-like complexion looks thicker and darker under the firelight, his purple-white hair has long been glued together with sweat, and his face is full of mud. The boy looked even more embarrassed.
But the evil spirit approached him.
The young man stretched out his hand to the sky.
In desperation, the sky also wanted the boy to stretch out his [hand]... Above the firelight, in the chaotic sky, a light and shadow slowly appeared, and the princess of the gods descended, and handed the sword to the boy in despair.
"You... will eventually become king."
"King! King! King!"
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"Ah... I hate this kind of dawn of hope, isn't the originally hopeless land pretty good?"
A faint voice recalled...a pale, fiery shadow, a cold fire shadow.
Another dark shadow said with a sneer: "Isn't this a normal plot? Whenever the world is in trouble, there will always be one or two saviors who stand up."
The cold shadow chuckled and said: "I remember that most of your collections are such saviors... Nyarlathotep?"
"Their dreams are the most beautiful." The dark shadow said indifferently.
Leng Huoying said disapprovingly: "It's better to destroy a beautiful thing. The more beautiful a thing is, the moment it breaks, the fear and despair it produces are directly proportional."
Black Shadow... Nyarlathotep glanced at Leng Huo casually, and said calmly: "Then shatter the dawn here."
Leng Huo let out a weird laugh.
Two indistinct existences are looking down at this moment... sizing up a figure on the ground who seems to be the real evil spirit, stalking in the darkness—Sikong Ju!
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It seems to be driven by some kind.
He instinctively hated the invisible feeling that his nerves were being pulled by silk threads... He always felt that something was quietly staring at him, lingering.
There seemed to be a huge irreparable hole in Sikong Ju's heart, and a feeling of [hunger] spread, making all the cells in his body tremble uncontrollably.
This is a kind of spiritual hunger... He was so hungry that he kept spitting out... The group of brocade clothes and killers who have been corroded by the [Thread of Fear], their [Dream] can no longer satisfy his hunger at the moment.
"Ah...I need more food."
Crimson City, the venue of the great festival... the periphery, like a rat wave of two-headed lizards and black peak insects, is spreading at this time...
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"King! King! King!"
Amidst the loud shouts, the king on the throne... [Red King] also stood up at this time, it stared closely at the young man holding the sword bestowed by the princess on the stage, and opened his arms, as if Is to welcome something.
The savior king is about to appear, and the drama of fate will usher in its climax.
The old woman of the drama master looked excited at this time, with a face like an old tree, and the folds of the cortex were shaking. I saw the crutches in her hand suddenly swung out, and a ray of light shot towards the starry sky stage.
"The Birth of a King!"
She, like the people, shouted the name of the king.
"Red King! Red King!"
A sharp sound resounded through the sky, and the next moment, the sky suddenly exploded... as if the sky had been pierced into a hole, and countless rocks fell from the hole.
Flint like a meteorite was crazily smashing towards the venue of the grand ceremony and the people here... And this is not the salute of the birth of a king!
The people gathered by the Skyfire Stone fell to the ground instantly.
Flint Meteor, this turned out to be an indiscriminate attack!
On the starry sky stage, [God Princess]'s face darkened, and with a frightening gaze, he directly locked on the old woman who was controlling everything outside the stage.
"No...not me, not..."
I saw that the old woman of the opera master also looked dazed and panicked at this time.
"Save!"
At the same time, Princess Chizhi suddenly stood up, waved her hand, and shouted: "[Yu Clan] Barrier!"
While speaking, the princess took the lead in raising the magic ball in her hands, and a ray of light emitted, turning into a huge light curtain, resisting the flint falling from the sky!
At this time, Prince Anukit flew out directly, smashing the boulder falling from the sky with his bare hands, at a speed as fast as a shooting star!
The suddenness of the Flint's fall made it impossible for everyone to predict. However, the disaster stopped very quickly.
"Stop...Stop?"
The injured people raised their heads subconsciously. In order to avoid suspicion, many people chose to lie on the ground with their heads in their arms—even though it was useless.
By this time, the starry sky stage had been completely disrupted. Whether it was the [People] or the real three [Evil Ghosts] in the play, they all rubbed their heads and slowly got up.
"Why am I here... Master Wu... Are we here?"
"Master Wuji?" Wu Youyuan looked around blankly... a huge venue, countless people... countless injured people, his memory seemed to be blank for a while, staying in the [Between the Clean Bottle]... and then he came here.
However, before Wu Youyuan could wake up, a sound of air-conditioning sounded beside him.
He raised his head subconsciously and looked at the hole in the sky.
Sky... The sky of Chicheng covered by golden light is like a golden eggshell—at this moment, a hole appeared in the eggshell, and in that hole, a figure slowly descended.
There are eyes that make people feel numb on the face.
"Isn't this the heterogeneous monarch who was hanged and beaten by the goddess [Xia Ji] in [Jingping Room]?" Wu Youyuan stared blankly at the figure descending from the hole in the sky, with an expression of disbelief.
At this time, Master Wuji had already run over, and he broke Wu Youyuan's head, pointing to the throne where he saw a tall and ferocious body in black armor, "Look, did that happen at that time?" Another heterogeneous lord in between]?"
"what?"
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A figure suddenly rose from the ground, and with incomparable power, it indeed rushed towards the falling figure—【Thousand Tribulations】Maharaja.
And the one who bumped into the Maharaja of [Thousand Tribulations] first was the Prince Anukit who was known as the bravest in Chicheng!
Facing the prince's sudden attack, the Maharaja of [Thousand Tribulations] at least frowned slightly.
At this time, the red prince punched hard, but the maharaja of [Thousand Tribulations] just stretched out a palm, and had already resisted the prince's punch.
"You are..." Prince Anukit showed surprise at this time, and frowned, "I remember you seem to be the one next to the second generation devil emperor Fusu...you can actually block my punch?"
[Thousand Tribulations] The majesty spit out the power in his palm, but directly shook the prince away.
Prince Anuchit only felt his arms go numb, showing a hint of surprise and astonishment... He looked at the [Thousand Tribulation] Maharaja at this time in amazement, his eyes were wide open, but he did not continue to attack recklessly.
"Can you remember me at that time..." [Thousand Tribulations] Maharaja shook his head at this time, "Don't be surprised, you are thousands of years away from me, maybe I used to have to look up to see you, but now I can't see you." ..."
"Fusu sent you here?" Prince Chizhi interrupted Maharaja [Thousand Tribulation] directly, "So, the information brought by that woman is true... The empire really wants to have something to do with Chicheng. action?"
[Thousand Calamities] Maharaja frowned.
Prince Anuchit said in a deep voice: "Are you alone? Where's the empire's army? Where's Fusu? Are you hiding? Hmph! Dare to destroy my king's ceremony, but hide and dare not show your face?"
【Thousand Tribulations】The majesty said calmly: "I'm the only one... But, let's take it as the meaning of the empire. Anyway, I have arrived, and this farce can end."
Prince Anukit sneered, but a huge divine light suddenly burst out from his body—in the divine light, the little prince became a big prince, and his immature body instantly became a majestic warrior. This is the real red one. Form of a prince.
"Only you?"
[Thousands of Tribulations] Maharaja said calmly: "Just me is enough... Ten thousand years later, let's see how much difference we have between you and me... I will destroy the Scarlet City again, just like it was before..."
(end of this chapter)
