Entering from the mouth of the head, a 5-ter-high passage delves into the core region.
The passage gradually slopes downwards and extends, not just appearing on the surface, but the underground is where its core lies.
After walking inside for about dozens of ters, the leading Cold-blooded Cavalry stopped at a corner and gestured ahead.
"Sovereign, we’ve arrived."
Lear stepped forward and focused his gaze.
A spacious area over 30 ters wide and 20 ters high appeared in front of him.
The surroundings were entirely smooth tal walls, densely engraved with goblin runes, emitting a presence that made him inexplicably uneasy.
The vast space had only a chanical platform placed in the center area, seemingly holding sothing that made the surrounding army stand as if they were facing a great enemy.
When Lear saw this, his curiosity was piqued, and he stepped boldly into the space.
At the mont his foot entered, he imdiately felt an indescribable evil pressure rushing over.
It was like an extrely wicked creature chewing on human heads and drinking blood was gazing down from above, with blood-stained eyes watching him.
Making his hair stand on end.
Abruptly, he looked toward the chanical platform, his gaze turning icy.
He strode forward, and the object placed on the altar ca into view.
It was a piece of gray-brown flesh, two ters in length and width.
Black veins bulged across it, and the muscle twitched slightly, seeming as if it had just been severed.
The source of the evil pressure was precisely this.
Darkness, brutality, madness, bloodthirst... almost all negative adjectives combined were insufficient to describe the aura it emitted.
It was like a dark being born after devouring countless flesh, or a sinister existence that had consud thousands of souls.
Its evil perated the soul, penetrating the bloodline.
Impossible to ignore, impossible to resist!
Lear’s breathing beca heavy.
But in an instant, he straightened his back, his gaze resolute.
In a thought, the Swamp Divine Format floating in the magic vortex emitted a dim light.
A wave of sacred pressure rose forth, forcibly suppressing the evil aura.
Only then did the nearby army awaken as if from a dream, retreating two steps in a sweat.
Their eyes gazing at the chanical platform were filled with dread.
Lear’s gaze was profound.
So this is the flesh of the Abyss Duke?!
After so many years have passed, it still holds such pressure!
Unimaginable, how mighty it must have been in life.
Taking a deep breath, he strode forward.
Upon nearing the edge of the chanical platform, he imdiately noticed nurous unobtrusive tiny goblin runes enveloping the flesh of the Abyss Duke.
Slightly sensing them, he discovered these runes continually extracting its power.
Interestingly, the flesh of the Abyss Duke seed to be absorbing the power of the void, continuously recovering.
The two ford a subtle equilibrium.
Is this using the flesh of the Abyss Duke as energy?!
Lear’s expression beca a bit peculiar.
Wondering what thoughts the deceased evil god would have from this, likely even in death they’d curse them.
Goblins truly live up to their na.
Focusing his gaze, the attributes panel of the flesh imdiately appeared in his mind.
Evil God’s Flesh
[Level]: Myth
[Traits]: Contains vast evil power, reckless touch may convert one into an Abyss Demon with its evil power.
[Evaluation]: Flesh from the body of the Abyssal Evil God, extrely rare and scarce, but, not to be touched by evil gods.
Though Lear was ntally prepared, seeing the word "Myth" displayed in the level column still made his heart tremble slightly.
Mythical level treasure!!
This is utterly incredible!!
No wonder it’s part of an evil god, it’s fierce beyond asure.
Before the excitent in his heart settled, another problem presented itself.
How should this thing be used? Cooked braised? Pulverized to make potions? Or used like the goblins as energy?
Or let the Flesh Butcher devour it?
Still needs to ponder.
But if the flesh of the Abyss Duke cannot be touched, how should it be taken back?
Lear imdiately felt a bit blissfully troubled.
In his contemplation, as if thinking of sothing, he moved with intention, and a crimson light emanated in all directions, the dense sll of blood assaulted his nose.
Directly enveloping the flesh of the Abyss Duke on the platform.
In the next mont, the flesh pulsed, crack~ the goblin runes abruptly shattered.
The flesh floated up and fell into the bloody aura.
Land of Crimson Rot doesn’t need to fully unfold to appear, this was a recent discovery in usage techniques.
Lear opened a small port, successfully attracting it inside.
The problem of non-contact is thus solved.
After the flesh of the Abyss Duke entered the Land of Crimson Rot, without the constraints of goblin runes, its vast energy eruptingly exploded like a volcano.
Simultaneously, an evil aura could be sensed covering the entire Land of Crimson Rot.
This piece of evil god’s flesh seed intent on controlling the Land of Crimson Rot.
Upon sensing this, Lear’s eyes flashed with amusent.
Perhaps alive it couldn’t be dealt with, but a re piece of flesh wants to show off?!
Within him the Divine Format surged, an overwhelming divine power directly suppressing.
anwhile, the Power of Crimson in the Land of Crimson Rot began wildly mobilizing, comncing to devour its energy.
With both hands at work, the flesh of the Abyss Duke, acting just on instinct without consciousness, imdiately quieted down.
Slowly sinking into the depths of the Land of Crimson Rot, no longer moving.
Yet Lear could clearly sense, the Land of Crimson Rot continually devoured its energy.
While the flesh of the Abyss Duke, still silently absorbed the power of the void.
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