Chapter 161 Artifact - Pot of Greed! The Crazy Wind Elemental Demigod

Black Spire.

On the spiral obsidian stairs, a figure in a gray cloak was slowly moving forward. The eternal flames along the way lit up one after another, illuminating the surrounding darkness with the faint light. The figure stopped in front of the heavy door. Her hood fell down, revealing a bright profile. As her fair palm gently pressed on the door, the six-meter-high door slowly opened. She walked into the spacious hall step by step, lowered her head, knelt down respectfully and said, "Father."

The fire in the hall suddenly flickered, and a black whirlwind swirled on the dome. It danced around the woman, emitting strange whispers, and finally rushed to the throne at the top.

On the throne.

A very fat figure slowly raised his head, his old face was covered with dark brown spots, which seemed to be deposited age spots or corpse spots. His loose skin hung down to his chin, and there was thick fat under his thick neck. The throne that was several meters wide could hardly accommodate his body. There was a sagging belly on both sides of the throne, his skin was pale and bloodless, and there were many age spots of varying depths on the surface.

The old figure was holding a strange blue-green pottery pot in his arms. On it was an exaggerated smiling face, not a human face but a face of a monster. Hearing this, he slowly opened his eyes and looked down at the woman kneeling in the empty hall. He said lazily, "It's Medea."

"what's the matter?"

The woman kneeling in front of the throne bowed her head and said, "Today, a man named Wayne Clark came to Ring City."

Ok?
Hearing his daughter's words, the fat old man on the throne sat up straight with difficulty. His eyes were dim and he asked in a deep voice, "Is there any direct heir to the Clark family?"

Medea shook her head and said, "Probably not."

"But he is a promoted transcendent. He returned to Huancheng this time probably to take back the ancient heirlooms of his ancestors."

The fat old man on the throne laughed strangely. He said calmly, "If he wants it, then take him to the Gate of Silence. It just so happens that he hasn't eaten enough yet."

The woman kneeling on the ground said respectfully, "Yes, Father."

The fat, old figure sat up straight, staring at the woman below with a gloomy gaze, and said in a deep voice: "Haven't you caught those few fish that escaped the Crow's Nest yet?"

Medea's figure trembled slightly, and she said with a terrified expression, "Father."

"They seem to have some special seal in their hands. We can't use prophecy to locate their location."

The old figure angrily said, "Waste!"

"Get rid of them as soon as possible. There must be no accidents in my promotion ceremony!"

Medea lowered her head tremblingly and said in a panic, "Yes, father."

On the throne, the old figure lay down again, leaning his fat body against the chair, holding the blue-green pottery pot in his hand, stroking it gently and saying, "Step down."

"Yes." The woman stood up respectfully and left the hall.

The moment the heavy door closed, a hint of coldness appeared in her eyes, and the initial respect and fear were gone.

"The old man can't wait any longer!..."

A faint whisper sounded directly in Medea's mind, and it seemed to be gloating: "I can feel that his life, soul, and body are all decaying."

"He is so eager to rise that he is willing to sacrifice the lambs of the land."

"It's time for you to act."

Medea's eyes were dim. She turned and walked towards the black stairs. Her tall figure took on the shape of a cloud of smoke. Her cold response echoed in her mind: "But the Pot of Greed is still in his hands. We have no chance of winning."

The strange whisper sounded again: "There is only a sealed mad wind giant demigod in there, not the real Old One at all."

"Are you frightened by the old thing?"

"Is it because he once killed his three sons in one day? Are you afraid that he will drain your bloodline power as well?"

"You've been obeying him for so long that you've almost lost the courage to resist."

Medea's expression showed a hint of annoyance, and she whispered, "Shut up. If you want to do something, send someone over."

"Where is your master?"

"Why don't you come and face the old guy? Is he also afraid of the power of the Pot of Greed?"

The strange whisper chuckled and whispered, "The Master will come. But not now. He has more important things to do."

Medea was silent for a long time before she slowly said, "Are you waiting for the Dark Blood Sacrifice?"

"When the old man can no longer suppress his greed, and starts the promotion ceremony at the cost of sacrificing his own people, then you can come and reap all the fruits of your labor."

"You want everything here, but you don't dare to bear the consequences."

Her shadow turned into black mist and finally condensed into a ghostly form. It leaned close to the woman's ear and whispered, "Isn't it the same for you, Ms. Medea?"

"I can smell your ambition even with my eyes closed. Why are you still safe and sound while so many of his descendants died?"

"Don't tell me you were forced?"

"We'll take what we have to take."

"According to the contract, you will inherit the rights to this land and you will become the new ruler."

Medea took a deep breath, suppressed her anger and said, "But this is different from our original contract. Once the Dark Blood Sacrifice begins, this land will only be filled with dead people."

A faint laugh echoed, and the ghost whispered: "Then you can at least become the Banshee Queen."

“Embrace death.”

"You will be even stronger than you are now!"

Medea stopped at the corridor of the black spire. She stared at the city below with a struggle in her expression. The remaining humanity made it impossible for her to accept all this, but the rational side told her that she had no ability to change it all. Only by obeying the demigod could she gain the greatest benefit for herself.

At the beginning of everything, she just wanted to use external forces to eliminate competitors. After all, only one person in the Guardian family can inherit the destiny and law.

But as the situation developed, everything was gradually out of her control.

The high and mighty demigods.

They watched their father gradually become corrupt and ignorant, and indulged in greed and pleasure. They even secretly fanned the flames and handed the demigod promotion ceremony to him. In Medea's past memories, her father was a wise and intelligent lord. It was he who developed the Ring City into the most prosperous city in Dagon, and it was also he who spread the glory of the family and promoted it to become the most powerful guardian family.

But everything changed when he started to age.

The blood curse of the Guardian family made him more and more miserable. He was afraid of death and aging. He began to do everything he could to maintain his own strength, and even began to secretly use the blood of his family members to maintain his youthful vitality. But he was not a legend who relied on his own destiny to rise. The Guardian family inherited not only strength but also the blood curse. Even if he drained the blood of his three sons, he was still decaying bit by bit, and there was a stench of decay from his soul to his body.

These people want to die themselves, embrace death.

It was not until this time that Medea realized that she had trusted those liches of the Path of Death. They did fulfill the promise of the contract, but they did it in another way.

She doesn't want to die yet.

The dead would lose too much, but the old man couldn't wait any longer. He thought Medea didn't know that the last step of the dark blood sacrifice was to sacrifice her own offspring, but in fact she had already read the scroll of the ascension ceremony.

It was a very evil ritual that extracted the blood of the entire family and concentrated it into one person.

"The old man's fate has long been determined." The ghost whispered with a hint of sarcasm: "He inherited the power of the descendants of destiny, but he was cowardly and lazy. He watched this land being polluted step by step by the old days. He longed for immortality, but he did not dare to challenge the descendants of the old days and obtain the source of immortality."

"After knowing that he could use the lives of his blood descendants to maintain his own strength and life, he did not hesitate to execute the three sons who threatened his position."

"He has so many descendants anyway, so the death of a few doesn't really matter."

"It was indeed us who delivered the demigod promotion ceremony to him, but it was he who decided to sacrifice this city in the end. He regarded the people here as his wealth. Since they were his wealth, he could squander them however he wanted."

"The ritual is about to begin."

"Ms. Medea, it's time for you to make a choice."

The master is greedy.

Not only does he want the law of death that is embodied in this land, he also wants to subdue a Banshee Queen who has the potential for destiny. He must let her actively embrace death before she can become his follower.

This is a letter of allegiance.

Once Medea makes a choice, there is no turning back.

The master will help the old guy complete the dark ritual, because only a demigod is qualified to be a sacrifice to another demigod.

………………

Soul crystals were placed on the left and right sides of the magic circle.

Xiao En stood in front of the statue made of ice and snow. He raised his finger and gently stroked it. A strand of hair fell down and merged directly into the body of the statue. He began to draw power from the soul crystal to replace his own soul power consumed by the spell. With a wave of magical light, the ice and snow statue gradually came to life, and finally an exactly the same Xiao En appeared in front of him.

——Simulation!

This created incarnation possesses about 60% of Xiao En's original strength. If he wants to further enhance the strength of the incarnation, he must rely on the power of the laws of a specific field.

The situation around the city was worse than Sean had expected.

He sensed at least three super-large dark rituals here. The consciousness of the people in this land had long been secretly distorted. They were gradually decaying and degenerating, and were gradually transformed into nutrients for the dark rituals.

From body to soul, they have entered the stomach of the ritual and are being digested bit by bit.

Sean currently has three forces at his disposal. The first is his own team, the Holy Terra Church in the Abyss City, but it will take some time for the warband to infiltrate the real kingdom. The second is the Grey Whispering Hermitage left to him by Amon, but currently only the Scourge Messenger Group is active in the Dagon region. The third is the secular church of Lady Hecate, but their headquarters is in Dorne, and it will also take time for those people to be transferred over.

His most important task now was to buy time and find a way to find the dark ritual around the city and delay the time when the ritual would break out.

It is almost impossible to completely stop a dark ritual of this level.

under night.

Xiao En's avatar quietly left the villa area. He could only create one avatar now. When his main body could not act rashly, he had to rely on the avatar to test the enemy. Such a large-scale dark ritual could not leave no traces. The most obvious characteristics of the residents in the outer city were numbness and laziness, while most of the nobles in the inner city were greedy and gluttonous. These were two different domains of law, and the rituals that were activated had extremely harsh requirements. Among the many desires, appetite was relatively easy to satisfy.

The poor in the outer city are as skinny as sticks, while the nobles in the inner city are as fat as pigs.

This ceremony is not simple.

"If you want to stop the plans of the mastermind behind this, you must either find the source and destroy the dark ritual of this city."

"Or use another dark ritual to interrupt their spellcasting process."

Sean is now racing against time. He sends out the Scourge Messengers to find the source of the dark ritual, while he himself is preparing to set up a super-large dark ritual to break the dead silence surrounding the city.

"With my current abilities, I can only perform a few dark rituals. If I want to break this stagnant situation, I must take drastic measures!"

Xiao En closed his eyes and thought for a long time.

When he slowly opened his eyes, he had already thought of what ritual to use to disrupt the other party's plan.

——Abyss Ceremony.

The other party should have arranged a blood sacrifice ceremony in the dark ritual, which distorted the cognition of the entire city's residents to achieve certain specific elements. This process is like raising a Gu. In the process of continuous cognitive distortion, some people will become Gu worms, and eventually they will be the most suitable ritual sacrifices. Take "Gluttony" as an example. Those nobles with pig heads and human bodies are the embodiment of greedy desires. Their souls are already formed Gu worms. As long as the ritual is launched, they can be used as blood sacrifice materials at any time.

But Sean currently has no idea of ​​the real core material for the blood sacrifice.

It is difficult for Xiao En to arrange a new ceremony at the moment. He does not have enough time to cultivate the "elements", so he must use the existing resources and the domain laws that have been shrouded in this city. Such a large-scale sacrificial ceremony has reached the threshold of promoting demigods. Evil gods do not need to develop believers slowly like righteous gods. As long as the ceremony is successful, these people will be contaminated and assimilated by him.

The righteous gods usually spread the faith through persuasion, while the evil gods can do whatever they want, including coercion, inducement, corruption, or even directly refining souls. The dead will automatically be transformed into petitioners.

As long as the rituals arranged here are successfully launched, the souls can be collected into the 'Wanhun Banner' (the Kingdom of God) at any time.

These people have been corrupted.

It is extremely difficult to influence them with concepts such as light, justice, kindness, etc., and Xiao En does not have the corresponding domain laws, so it is almost impossible to do it.

Unless he has a powerful seal like the 'Light of Heaven Mountain' in his hand.

"Then we can only corrupt them once more!"

——"Chaos Prologue [Dark Ceremony]: You stir up disputes in secret, igniting the chaotic thoughts deep in people's hearts. Within the range of the ritual, all creatures must pass a Willpower Saving Throw judgment, otherwise their behavior will unknowingly shift towards the [Chaos] realm, their behavior will be full of unpredictability, and some repressed thoughts will flow out. Within the range of the ritual, the camps of all creatures tend to shift, their behavior will become more bold and chaotic, and some creatures that tend to be evil will be transformed into the [Chaotic Evil] camp."

[These ritual targets who have been transformed into the chaotic evil camp will become the sacrifices of the next dark ceremony. Their inner desires and ambitions will be magnified geometrically, and eventually twisted into the minds of demons bit by bit.]

The minds of many people in the ring city have been distorted, so let's fight fire with fire.

Nothing is more suitable for destruction than the laws of the demon domain. The residents here are like lambs on the altar. As long as Xiao En's ritual is activated, the flock of sheep will run wild. Demons are the most uncontrollable creatures. Devils will backstab the superiors with plans and conspiracies, while demons will backstab as long as they think there is an opportunity.

Most of the nobles in the Ring City were evil. Once they turned into chaotic evil, they would become sacrifices in the Abyss Ritual, which meant they would riot or even start a rebellion. If some extraordinary people suddenly woke up and realized that they had unknowingly become sacrifices in the ritual, they would probably immediately fight back desperately.

The group of 'lambs to be slaughtered' turned into 'running lambs'.

As chaos arose, Xiao En's opportunity came.

He would not easily expose himself in any action. Whoever arranged the ceremony would have to come out to clean up the mess. Xiao En was only responsible for turning the table over. No matter what domain law the other party wanted to condense through the ceremony, as long as it was touched by [chaos], he would only become more crazy. The blood sacrifice ceremony could no longer be perfect.

It is very likely that someone in the ring city has obtained the legendary 'Pot of Greed'.

This thing is a 'wishing magic lamp' without any restrictions. It can use the 9-ring 'wishing spell' infinitely. However, as the price of all this, you will become more and more dependent on its power. You will become extremely greedy and lazy, and your various desires will gradually magnify. At first, all your requests will be satisfied by the Pot of Greed, but later, the power of the 9-ring wishing spell will not be able to satisfy you, and you will be swallowed up by the expanding desires bit by bit.

Finally, it will eat you directly after you have completely decayed.

In fact, it won’t even wait for you to be completely corrupted. As your greedy desires grow more and more, the pot of greed will eat away your soul bit by bit.

The status of the Pot of Greed is equivalent to that of a divine artifact because a crazy demigod of wind element is sealed inside.

He had almost become the Old Day.

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(End of this chapter)