When the first heartbeat erged, the prayers in the entire burial chamber ca to a halt.
Thump thump!
All the cultists raised their heads, their faces full of fanaticism and madness, their eyes gleaming with a bizarre light as they excitedly looked at the giant egg at the center of the altar.
"Praise our Lord!"
Thump thump!
As the powerful heartbeat grew more intense, the cultists resud their prayers.
Their fervent voices were louder than before, almost about to echo out from the burial chamber!
"You are the master of supre iniquity, the destination of endless desires!"
Their bodies swayed continuously, chanting rapidly.
"Praise our Lord!"
Their black robes twisted and fluttered with their movents as if they were living tentacles.
"You will lead us in our journey on this mortal realm!"
Crack!
When the blood-red giant egg, as tall as three people, trembled again and even emitted sounds as if it were about to shatter, the cultists seed to have injected themselves with a stronger potion of madness.
Buzz buzz buzz!
Their prayers beca more frantic, their voices rose, and the fervor in their eyes seed to burn.
So cultists even trembled with excitent, waving their hands wildly in the air as if welcoming so great arrival.
anwhile, so cultists even took the initiative to stab themselves in the heart with a dagger, then joyfully fell into the flesh altar, caught by its extending tentacles, sinking into the flesh as a new cornerstone, offering up their life and energy.
As the heartbeat gradually quickened, sothing seed to squirm on the surface of the giant egg, as if the creature inside was awakening, about to break through this blood-red prison.
The aura emitted by the creature was terrifying, a scent mixed with death, despair, and destruction, as if once it erged, it would bring endless calamity to this world.
It would devour the light, dragging all the beauty of the world into the dark abyss.
The God of Sinful Desire once again seeks to descend onto the mortal realm.
Attempting again to mold a divine body.
In the beginning, the God of Sinful Desire rely intended to harass the Sun Church, to give Himself so catharsis, regain so face, and call it done.
But as the battle progressed, He found that the other side seed unlikely to "quit while ahead."
The group of fanatic lunatics seed to plan to deal with Him as a typical case, preparing to seize the opportunity, engaging in an all-out godly war against Him.
The God of Sinful Desire wasn't foolish, unwilling to beco a tool and sacrifice under their feet.
But the problem was, deities have the dignity of deities and cannot easily lose face.
So, even realizing that the Sun Church aid to use Him as a stepping stone, He still had His followers gritting their teeth to hold their ground.
He was always waiting for an opportunity.
Waiting for a justified opportunity to end this war.
And not long ago, the awaited twist… finally appeared.
A crimson giant dragon appeared on the battlefield, crushing His armies with overwhelming force.
Initially, discovering His servants being ruthlessly wiped out by the other party, the God of Sinful Desire was also enraged.
Even a clay man has so temper.
As an Evil God, how could He tolerate mortals insulting Him this way!
There was already a damned fellow making Him furious, and now there was another!
That dragon dared to humiliate Him.
No.
It must pay the price!
He would show the world through action that the consequence of blaspheming a Divine Spirit is but one.
That is death!
anwhile, He also realized, this was the opportunity He had been expecting.
As long as the dragon was slain, this "war" could be concluded ahead of schedule.
By killing that epic-level giant dragon, He would regain face, and this battle could justifiably end with "His victory," without allowing the other party to exploit Him further.
The God of Sinful Desire could tell, that the dragon did not truly belong to the Sun Church, and most likely was an ally summoned by them.
The Sun Church's reaction to the death of an ally would surely be significant, but not as intense as the sacrifice of their own.
For this war, it would serve as a perfect sacrificial lamb.
Therefore, the God of Sinful Desire did not retaliate imdiately but continued to press on His followers to remain low-key, even sending the creations to their deaths.
Sacrificing so many of His own was to numb others, causing that crimson giant dragon to let its guard down.
Had the dragon not directly entered Solantis, He would almost have acted by tomorrow.
This forced condensed avatar, although might not exceed the prior body's power that got destroyed in the Dark Territory in so aspects, was refined enough in another area, possessing enough filthiness to corrupt the dragon.
The perfect ending would be for Him to successfully corrupt the crimson dragon, making it His new body in the mortal realm.
However, there's no rush to act now.
The dragon has already entered the Holy City of Radiance and cannot be taken down easily; this avatar also needs to continue growing.
Still needs to wait for an opportunity.
He is like a serpent hidden in the shadows, spying on its prey, quietly waiting for a chance to strike.
"You mortals, heh heh..."
"You will surely pay the price."
The Evil God, who holds the authority of the Fallen, laughed softly in the darkness, mocking the ignorance and arrogance of mortals.
"I will let you know——Divine Spirits are not to be blasphed!"
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