The couple stared at the phone screen, listening carefully to what Mr. Ling Ya said next.

“In the supernatural realm, any attempt to take shortcuts will inevitably come at a price, and forcibly promoting a warrior through blood sacrifice is no exception.

“Most people may not know that blood sacrifice is essentially the use of a super converter to transform the life and soul power of the sacrifice into other powers.

“And this ‘super converter’ I’m talking about is actually something of a very high level.

“Every blood sacrifice is equivalent to borrowing the power of the super converter. Do you think you will use this power in vain?
“How can a mortal with a tiny body harness an unimaginable force without paying a price?”

The couple nodded repeatedly after hearing this.

Irene looked thoughtful: “That makes sense.”

Ha Xiaofu looked at the problem from a different perspective: “The boss is the boss. He made the essence of the blood sacrifice clear in just a few words.”

Irene also noticed one thing: “Mr. Ling Ya said that the converter is a ‘power beyond imagination’. I’m afraid that even the big boss can hardly reach this power.”

Ha Xiaofu guessed: “The creature that created the blood sacrifice is probably more terrifying than the Venerable.”

Canglan Star is a network society, and the class divisions such as warriors, knights, and sages have now become common knowledge even among children.

in the screen.

Yang Fan smiled faintly: “Now everyone should be very curious, what is the price of the blood sacrifice?”

He paused and uttered a word: “Pollution!”

A female voice with a sonorous tone suddenly came out: “What do you mean by pollution?”

Along with this sound, the camera shifted slightly.

A very beautiful female soldier then appeared at the edge of the screen.

This shot is very interesting.

Mr. Crow still occupied the center area of ​​the screen, while the female soldier’s back was still outside the screen.

In terms of height, the female soldier’s head only reached Mr. Crow’s waist.

The official photographer used this lens to express a lens language – the female soldier is just an insignificant existence in front of Mr. Crow.

Irene glanced at the female soldier’s profile and her eyes lit up: “So beautiful!”

Ha Xiaofu hummed, his eyes full of amazement: “It is indeed beautiful.”

This is a kind of beauty that hits the aesthetic points of both men and women.

It is not a delicate beauty, but a beauty that perfectly blends strength and refinement.

on the screen.

Yang Fan did not answer the question right away: “Using words to explain pollution may not be very intuitive, let me try another way.”

The word “bar” had just come out of his mouth.

The screen suddenly flashed.

The elegant tea house disappeared, and there was no trace of the Lingya Cottage either.

In its place was an enclosed space that looked like a basement.

“Hi~”

It sounded like the photographer’s gasp, and it was obvious that he was startled.

Yang Fan explained: “This is Dongli Country. Yesterday, Daxia found traces of blood sacrifice here.”

Ha Xiaofu exclaimed, “A step can lead to a thousand miles! This boss is really amazing!”

Irene was also shocked.

Ha Xiaofu added: “Any country where Jamini has troops stationed may have blood sacrifice incidents. The boss’s sudden visit to Dongli is probably to warn other countries.”

Irene nodded and said, “That should be the case.”

in the screen.

Yang Fan said softly: “Daxia and Dongli have cooperated in a detailed investigation and there is enough evidence to show that at least 2000 foreign workers are missing.

“They all come from southern East Asian countries, and the situation in these countries is currently chaotic and we have no ability to track them down.

“If Daxia hadn’t intervened, I’m afraid they would have been like dust, and no one would ever know what happened to them.”

When he mentioned “like dust”, Mr. Crow’s tone dropped noticeably.

Irene was suddenly touched and said with emotion: “Mr. Ling Ya is a great man.”

She came from a not-so-powerful country, and several of her friends disappeared inexplicably, so she felt particularly touched by the experiences of these foreign workers.

She was greatly shocked by the fact that a super powerful person like Mr. Ling Ya was willing to stand up for ordinary people at the bottom of society.

Ha Xiaofu cursed: “The Jamenians are the cancer of Canglan Star!”

on the screen.

The female soldier asked a question: “Did the missing become victims of a blood sacrifice?”

Yang Fan nodded: “Yes.”

He walked a few steps in the basement and sighed, “When the Gameni garrison withdrew, this altar was dismantled, but I can still smell the stench of blood sacrifice.”

The female soldier moved her nose and said, “Mr. Ling Ya, I don’t seem to smell anything.”

Yang Fan explained: “The ‘bad smell’ I’m talking about is not the sense of smell in the conventional sense, but a kind of soul affinity.

“When your soul is extremely repelled by a certain power, once you come into contact with this power, you will have a strong repulsion.

“The stench you smell at this moment is actually the feedback from your soul.

“On the other hand, when you encounter an environment that suits you, your soul will feel relaxed and happy, and you will smell a refreshing fragrance at the tip of your nose.”

He paused, and then said, “Another important prerequisite is that the soul is strong enough to sense the supernatural forces in the surrounding environment.”

The female soldier suddenly realized: “So that’s how it is.”

This was considered “online science popularization” by a top figure, so Ha Xiaofu and his wife listened very carefully.

Ha Xiaofu recalled an incident: “I once read a post on the Internet in which someone said that when it snows heavily, one can smell a very faint fragrance. At that time, many people said that there was something wrong with his nose. So this is what happened.”

He said with emotion: “I really learned something today.”

Irene nodded and said, “Supernatural knowledge is really interesting.”

on the screen.

Yang Fan brought the topic back to the topic at the right time: “Although the Gameni people have dismantled the altar, the pollution caused by the blood sacrifice will remain for a long time. It is a good opportunity for everyone to see what the pollution is.”

Having said that, he gently waved his right hand.

I saw a visible ripple that quickly swept across the entire basement.

A strange scene appeared.

Wisps of black air came out from nowhere and were wriggling in the basement like living things, making people feel creepy.

The female soldier asked the question everyone wanted to ask: “Mr. Ling Ya, is this the contamination of the blood sacrifice?”

Yang Fan nodded and said, “Yes! It is difficult for ordinary soldiers to see this kind of pollution, so I used a method to make it visible.”

The so-called “means” is naturally one of the secret methods from the “Qingyang Book”.

He went into a little more detail: “The pollution caused by blood sacrifice is a supernatural force based on the soul level.

“The altar burns parts of the victim’s soul, releasing this extremely corrosive pollution.

“The altar has a very evil quality. The more painful the victim of the blood sacrifice is, the more pollution is released.”

The female soldier suddenly realized: “No wonder during the blood sacrifice, the host of the blood sacrifice would torture the victim crazily.”

Yang Fan said the essence of the matter: “Pain will stimulate the soul to become distorted, and the altar can transform distortion into pollution.”

After he finished speaking, he waved his right hand again.

The wriggling black gas changed instantly, and many illusory images appeared in it.

Ha Xiaofu felt his scalp tingling after just one look.

Because the image was clearly a pile of twisted and tangled human limbs.

He saw intestines flowing out of a body’s stomach and entangled with a distorted head.

He saw a hand dig out an eyeball and stuff it into the mouth of a head, and the eyeball fell out of the broken neck.

He also saw three bodies surrounding one body and gnawing on it frantically.

This is simply a horror movie.

If the image wasn’t a little blurry, thus reducing the horror level, Ha Xiaofu would have vomited on the spot.

“Ugh~”

A dry retching sound came from Irene’s throat.

She quickly picked up the baby and walked a few steps away, not daring to look at the phone screen again.

Ha Xiaofu looked at his wife: “Wife, are you okay?”

Irene’s face turned a little pale: “Not bad.”

Ha Xiaofu added: “Mr. Ling Ya waved his hand again, and those disgusting images disappeared.”

Irene did not come over, but walked to the dining table and sat for a while: “Forget it! I don’t dare to look, I’ll just listen to the sound here.”

Ha Xiaofu said “Okay” and turned up the volume of his phone to maximum.

Yang Fan’s voice floated out from the speaker.

“The illusory image I just presented is a manifestation of the power of pollution.

“Taking into account the audience’s tolerance, the horror of the images shown is only one percent of the real scene.”

Irene’s throat moved again.

God!

This is only one percent?

Ha Xiaofu’s expression also looked very strange.

The couple looked at each other and finally realized the horror of blood sacrifice.

Yang Fan’s voice continued to float over.

“On the other hand, pain is an extremely strong emotion, so the pollution that comes from pain not only lasts a long time, but is also highly contagious.

“The area where this altar is located has been the site of at least 1000 blood sacrifices. It is now filled with polluted power and has become a place of low-level pain.”

In fact.

After Yang Fan studied the blood sacrifice altar, he roughly understood the nature of the Painful Wasteland. The Painful Wasteland of the original world was a place of the highest level of pain.

*
The other side of Canglan Star.

Jamani Federation, Mountain of Gods.

A group of controllers headed by their leader Jeremy, who call themselves “messengers of God”, are also watching Yang Fan’s video.

Given the huge influence of Daxia Lingyao, no one could ignore the first video he personally recorded.

“…has become a place of low-grade suffering.”

As a participant in many blood sacrifices, Jeremy gained much more from listening to these words than the average person.

Originally, he had never understood why he felt so repulsed by the blood sacrifice the first time he participated in it, but now he felt very happy when he was near the altar.

He didn’t quite understand why he now felt that the smell of blood was increasingly giving off a wonderful taste.

Jeremy once suspected that he was a pervert, but now he fully understands the reason
This situation obviously occurred because the soul had been polluted by the altar. Not only did it no longer reject the power of pain, but it actually developed a certain affinity towards it.

Jeremy glanced at the Great Summer Raven on the screen, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

It is hard not to admire a strong man like this, even if he is an enemy.

Yang Fan started the next topic.

“Now that I have explained the nature of blood sacrifice pollution, let’s talk about the harm of pollution.

“To put it simply, anyone who comes into contact with the power of pollution will have their soul distorted if they don’t have the means to control the pollution.

“The more severe the pollution, the weaker the contactor, the stronger the distortion, and vice versa.

“According to our understanding, since the altar was built, the Jamani soldiers near the altar have suffered nightmares at night and have generally developed serious mental problems.

“These soldiers became very irritable, began to show violent tendencies, and some even suffered from schizophrenia.

“As for those with special abilities, although their souls are more powerful, they have a certain resistance to pollution.

“But pollution is a higher-level force, so as long as the psychics are exposed to the power of pollution for too long, their souls will be irreversibly distorted…”

Jeremy couldn’t listen any longer and said loudly: “This is the prejudice of ignorant people. This is not pollution at all, but the evolution of the essence of life.”

A group of gods’ messengers nodded in unison.

At first they were more or less resistant to the blood sacrifice, but now they have accepted it from the bottom of their hearts.

This is a distorted necessity.

The figure on the screen sighed, “After all I have said, I believe everyone should have an answer to what the warriors of the Holy Flame Legion are.

“They are essentially a group of walking pollutants who can only …”

The more Jeremy listened, the more annoyed he became. He shouted, “Turn it off!”

The video was immediately turned off.

The meeting room fell silent.

A few seconds passed.

An old white man, or a divine messenger, spoke up to break the silence: “We originally thought that a legion of warriors could shock the world and make the Eastern Dragon dare not act rashly.

“But we underestimated the Great Summer Raven. This video has caused the incident to have the opposite effect. It is foreseeable that the Holy Flame Legion will bring more infamy to the Federation.”

Another divine messenger said nonchalantly: “Now that the Federation has the World Gate and the Warrior Corps, as well as the help of the Saints, our progress in developing the original world will definitely catch up with or even surpass the Eastern Evil Dragon. Sooner or later, the Federation will trample Daxia under its feet.”

Another divine messenger smiled and said, “I am very much looking forward to the day when the Federation defeats Daxia. By then, I want to turn all the people of Daxia into sacrifices.”

This statement drew unanimous support.

“I agree!”

“this is a good idea!”

A chuckle broke out in the conference room.

The Mountain of Gods successfully created the first warrior corps on the Blue Star, filling these people’s hearts with confidence.

at this time.

A servant dressed in black walked over quickly, bent down and whispered something in Jeremy’s ear.

Jeremy’s face suddenly changed.

Others noticed this scene and all their eyes focused on him.

An old white man asked, “What’s wrong?”

Jeremy didn’t answer, but just looked at the screen: “Open it! The Great Summer Raven has announced something again.”

“Yes!”

The screen lit up again.

The basement just now disappeared, and the elegant Ling Crow House is back.

Mr. Crow still sat there motionless.

The entire body of the female soldier from before entered the screen.

She took off her military cap, revealing her snow-white hair.

This hair quality is very special, and makes people think of superpowers at first glance.

The female soldier raised her hands in the air, and a bird formed by ice mist was flapping its wings above her hands.

“…Colonel Su Yuxuan’s supernatural qualities have made rapid progress recently, and she is only ten days away from officially awakening her supernatural powers.

“Since I shot the video today, I would like to inform you that the Nuwa Project has achieved the first phase of results.

“In fact, I personally don’t quite agree with the name of the Nuwa Project because it sounds too exaggerated.

“But since everyone calls me that, I can only go with the flow.

“The second stage of this plan is to select one hundred candidates, plant the seeds of superpowers in them, and allow the seeds of superpowers to take root and sprout smoothly.

“Okay, that’s all for today, thank you for watching.”

The video is over.

The screen went black.

The bunch of old white men were a little confused.

What is the seed of superpowers? What exactly does the Great Xia Raven intend to do?
Jeremy then answered the question: “That female soldier was just an ordinary person a month ago. The Great Summer Raven planted the seed of superpowers in her, and she is about to become a superpower.”

Everyone was stunned.

This group of gods’ messengers gained a lot of knowledge from the Qingyang Demon Clan, and their understanding of superpowers far exceeds that of ordinary superpower users.

Superpowers are mutations of the soul. Even the powerful knights of the Qingyang Demon Clan do not have the ability to control the mutation of the soul and turn an ordinary person into a superpower.

Therefore, the significance of the Nuwa Project cannot be overestimated.

In the face of this plan, a mere corps of warriors is simply not worth mentioning.

Jeremy cursed, “Damn Daxia people!”

How could he not know that Daxia Lingyao’s disclosure of the Nuwa Plan at this time was clearly a tit-for-tat confrontation with the Federation.

*
dozens of kilometers away.

No. 18, Kenton Street, East District , White Rock City.

Eduardo, the owner of the Azure Palace, dressed up in simple disguise and appeared at the gate of House No. 18.

He was full of anticipation for the tricks his lover Belinda had prepared and for this wonderful night.

Eduardo stretched out his right hand and was about to grasp the door handle.

“Woo~”

A very cold wind blew over.

Eduardo frowned as his gloves touched the cold handle.

Before he could exert any force, a warning suddenly emerged in his mind and he quickly took a step back.

A piece of ice fell off the ice tree next to it, and was blown in an arc by the wind, hitting the place where I had just stood.

“Snapped!”

The ice cubes shattered into slag.

A few ice particles bounced up and flew right into his face.

Eduardo reacted very quickly. He opened his mouth and blew out a breath of air with great force, blowing the ice particles away.

He stared at the broken ice on the ground, feeling a little suspicious.

He had a strange feeling that there seemed to be some mysterious force preventing him from entering the mansion.

“Om~”

The phone vibrated.

Eduardo took out his cell phone and took a look at it, and his heart felt warmed.

This is a message from Belinda: “Hello, Honey?”

The message also came with an extremely tempting picture.

Her hands and feet were pressed on the ground, her body was bent into a perfect arch, her chest facing the roof.

Her body was covered with a piece of white embroidered tulle tablecloth, and it was clearly visible that the body underneath the tablecloth was naked.

Even though not an inch of skin was exposed, the temptation was extremely strong.

This was a new style of flower that he had never seen before.

It also gave him a feeling that “this trip tonight was worthwhile”.

Eduardo turned the doorknob without hesitation.

“Crack!”

The door opens.

The heating is oncoming.

Eduardo strode in and closed the door behind him.

At the moment the door closed, he seemed to faintly hear a very low sigh.

But Eduardo’s heart was filled with desire, and he paid no attention to this strange sound. (End of this chapter)