Death Island.
Chen Feng’s residence.
Everyone living nearby knows this is a forbidden zone on the island. In the past, no one dared to co near except for trusted confidants.
This was partly out of reverence, as the number of believers greatly increased under Li Siyu’s teachings, and partly due to the warriors patrolling the area.
Being able to stand guard at Chen Feng’s residence was a symbol of strength. More importantly, these people participated in nurous battles and their hands were stained with blood. Standing straight and staring into the distance, they exert a heavy sense of oppression.
In the early hours of the morning.
Outside the walls, silence reigned, but inside, several flickering flas illuminated the surroundings.
Chen Feng stood on the ground, and beside him, apart from Lu Wei and Wei Xun, were two unfamiliar faces, a man and a woman in their thirties.
There was no energy fluctuation around these two, indicating they were ordinary people. Yet, their aura was slightly different, akin to the chilly winds of winter, exuding a dense killing intent.
The man was understandable. With repeated levies and battles, ordinary people who learned combat skills could gradually transform into true warriors.
Therefore, among the two, the most striking was the woman standing upright.
She appeared to be in her thirties, with a few wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. Yet her gaze was extrely sharp. Standing there, chest held high, with a silver-white dagger at her waist.
Do not underestimate this dagger. In Order, only fifty of these specially crafted daggers exist, awarded only to those who have ritorious service. Eighty percent of these honors go to professionals, leaving only twenty percent for ordinary people.
In a one-on-one battle, ordinary people could not be compared to professionals.
This woman, breaking through from that twenty percent to gain this symbol of honor, has strength even several tis that of ordinary male warriors.
Won are inherently weak, but beco strong for the sake of being a mother.
Those who are strong have their own difficulties.
Nanli.
Originally had a beautiful life, but in this apocalyptic furnace, no beauty could withstand the flas. Her parents, husband, and particularly her twin daughters perished, filling her with complete hatred and disgust for the world.
Nanli had a sowhat violent tendency, particularly when she stepped onto the battlefield, transforming into a monster. It’s worth ntioning that she studied under Flora in the sa batch as Lu Wei. Perhaps it was the demise of her entire family that activated her potential. Though she did not awaken, her imnse lethality caught Chen Feng’s attention step by step.
The third blood sacrifice list.
Nanli.
Duan Sect.
With the establishnt of the Dark Departnt, Chen Feng’s blood sacrifices always represented an opportunity for ordinary people to climb upward in this world. Perhaps only Chen Feng could satisfy their thirst for power.
Even though the blood sacrifices had a significant mortality rate, most warriors still engaged eagerly.
After all, professionals and ordinary people had beco two classes in this world. No matter how fair and just the Order might be, the resources professionals received far exceeded that of ordinary people.
Additionally, during battles, professionals could unleash far more terrifying strength, many tis stronger than ordinary people.
However, as Order gradually grew, these blood sacrifices beca redundant. Even if successful, it only produced a few more Bronze Tier professionals, providing little to no help to the power.
Thus, for a long ti, Chen Feng did not perform this forbidden rite.
But today is different.
Exploring the Abyss is not just about ores. There, sothing more enticing than ores are the Demons and other powerful monsters.
Before everyone’s eyes, two still warm bodies lay on the ground.
One Fallen Angel.
One Frenzy Demon.
Flora placed herself in the position of the Demon Lord. Combat is the way of the Demons’ survival, and these two silver peak bodies were enemies fallen before Flora’s invasion.
Slaughter is the lody of the Abyss.
For ordinary blood sacrifices, Chen Feng doesn’t even bother. But it’s different now. With the blood of two silver peak Demons, once fused, he will have two more capable lieutenants under his command.
Nanli requires no more ntion. Desiring revenge, that Fallen Angel with its defiled blood seed made just for her.
Fallen Angels defy the will of the Divine Spirit, embracing the Evil God. To the victor go the spoils; to the loser, disgrace. After their defeat, they were cast deep into Hell, losing their pristine image and angelic na, and confronted Heaven with the only remaining dignity and pride against their shackles.
This is a unique race.
There are nine tiers, distinguished by power.
From highest to lowest.
Upper three tiers---The divine ranks: Blazing Angel, Wisdom Angel, Throne Angel
Middle three tiers---The sub ranks: Principal Angel, Power Angel, Powerful Angels
Lower three tiers---The holy spirit ranks: Authority Angel, Great Angel, Angel
Those in the upper three tiers are terrifying angels with powers comparable to an Evil God, and the angel slain by Flora here, with only a single pair of wings, was at most a Great Angel.
Compared to pure angels, the most significant difference with Fallen Angels is their gray (sotis black) wings. Betrayers and blasphers, they have lost their mighty sanctity, yet gained the corruption and contamination of the Devil. Their attacks contain a corrosive power that can destroy the consciousness of weak-willed enemies, making them submit willingly.
Indeed, Fallen Angels are not mbers of the Abyss but hail from a much farther realm... Hell!
That land belongs to Devils, but Demons and Devils often engage in bloody battles. Occasionally, strange traces in enemy territories are not at all uncommon.
It must be ntioned that Fallen Angels are rare beings because of their extraordinary intelligence. Even among the ranks of Devils, they often appear as advisors. Flora finding such a body was an unexpected fortune.
Besides Nanli, there was another man nad Duan Sect. Though his strength may not surpass Nanli’s, he stood out among hundreds, showcasing his own unique traits.
Fanatic.
A religious enthusiast.
Chen Feng had reviewed his files. Even in peaceful tis, he was already a believer proclaiming the impending apocalypse, encouraging everyone to flee the bitter sea.
Duan Sect was born in a "Forgotten War Land," but despite growing up divergent from ordinary people, he yearned strongly for death, which birthed an agitation towards his peace-promoting holand. Thus, he began noticing so cults.
However, his faith wasn’t pure, if it could be called faith at all. It was faith in destruction and madness, leading him to spend nearly half of his thirty-one years in a ntal hospital.
Correct.
Duan Sect, the second blood sacrificer appointed by Chen Feng, is essentially a ntally troubled patient.
He is a loyal follower of Chen Feng, having reached the stage of a fanatic. If ordinary faith is like a small candle fla, his Power of Faith resembles a ray of morning light cutting through the haze.
Duan Sect believes the apocalypse will arrive, with everything returning to destruction.
To him, Chen Feng might be the being that arose from this apocalypse. So, his previously wandering faith suddenly clung to Chen Feng like a drowning man seizing a piece of driftwood, using all his strength to hold tight.
Duan Sect stared intently at Chen Feng.
Not just looking.
But like the expression of a starving ghost who hadn’t eaten in hundreds of years, seeing a table full of delicacies. He was already sowhat deranged. Though Lu Wei and Wei Xun were also fanatics, they still had so sanity, but Duan Sect’s rationality had long been devoured by faith.
At this mont, if Chen Feng ordered him to kill himself, he would unhesitatingly draw his weapon and strike his own neck.
Madman.
A pure madman.
Even Chen Feng was curious about what surprise this madman would bring upon gaining terrifying power.
His blood sacrifice item was a Frenzied Beast.
An evolved form of the Timid Demon, an Abyssal Giant Beast that rages across battlefields, preferring to bring death to its enemies with pure brute force.
At this mont, Duan Sect looked at the Frenzied Demon in front of him, hunched over, seemingly unable to contain his excitent, muttering to himself: "Look at this, a fresh corpse, is this the source of my power?"
"To rge with a monster, imagine that, truly exhilarating!"
"I will not die as easily as those failures, the glory of God will descend upon , and even in death, I will continue to fight for the lord."
"Death? Turning into those skeleton-only creatures? Hehe... none of that matters. Even without thought or flesh, as long as I can be with the lord, it is enough!"
Nanli frowned slightly, as if she was sowhat repulsed to stand with Duan Sect because this guy was crazy, impulsive, brutal, murderous, arrogant, and had no respect or courtesy towards others, yet he harbored an insane obsession with his faith in Chen Feng.
Nanli also serves Chen Feng loyally, with absolutely no issues in terms of loyalty, but she retains human thoughts, whereas Duan Sect is different. His loyalty is twisted and deford. In this world, aside from Chen Feng, he may not cherish any life.
Even...
Including his own.
Chen Feng didn’t mind Duan Sect’s self-talk as he had long been accustod to the other’s personality. After contemplating for a mont, he set his gaze on the two, then softly said: "Begin the sacrifice. After today, you will have an extraordinary life."
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