Apart from him, the only people left there were the Lateranists who were responsible for fighting the undead, and the cathedral priest whom he trusted and relied on the most, Alexander Anderson.

Anderson tapped the frame of his glasses on his nose. “Nice to meet you, Acardo. Well…goodbye forever.”

He had taken out the guardian gun at some point and completed a series of operations including loading the gun, building the spell model, and pulling the trigger in an instant. The bullet covered with flames instantly flew out of the chamber, passed through the atmosphere like lightning, and pierced through Akado’s chest.

Not killed.

He thought that according to the information provided by Gaul, when Akado released this spell that could summon the dead, his body would lose that terrifying regenerative ability.

But the Blood Demon somehow mastered a variety of excellent spells, giving him various means to avoid harm.

Anderson’s eyes were somewhat cold as he watched Acardo’s body shatter like a mirror and then disappear.

The mirror image of Leithania, this is a secret spell of a certain tower wizard.

Those enemies made of blood and Originium are approaching. They are not strong enemies, but their strange regeneration ability and huge numbers make it difficult for people to resist.

“Since I can’t break the spell.”

“Then, kill the caster.”

Anderson opened his own scriptures, and two pages fell off, turning into sharp swords that fell to the ground.

He put away his guard gun and picked up his gun sword.

The vast yellow sand was filled with a pungent smell of blood.

The girl’s white dress fluttered in the evening breeze. She just stopped and looked in the direction of Akado from a distance, with lingering worry in her eyes.

But she quickly turned her attention back to the ongoing fight.

Theresa was commanding a tribe of the Fire Demon King’s Court to intercept Ursus’ main force.

The battle was so intense that even the commander had to leave the battlefield.

She drew her greatsword, and her superb skills acquired through hundreds of battles allowed her to quickly tear through the enemy formation, giving a great morale boost to the tired fire demons.

Kazdel can’t afford to lose any battle now.

If the crown is broken and the flag falls, the backbone of the nation will be broken and the future of this country will be over.

Demon King, a short word, but the only spiritual support for every Sarkaz who is struggling in desperate situation.

They all believed that the king with the black crown on his head would lead them to overcome catastrophe and suffering.

161. The Birth of the Blood Demon King

(Warm reminder: This chapter is the 2/3 memory of the final battle between Acardo and Father Alexander Anderson)

The devil is dead.

He died on the battlefield after all.

Because he realized that if the army continued to march forward, more and more soldiers would be dragged to death by him, he chose to give up the authority of the Demon King.

If it were you, you would definitely be able to do better than me…

He was thinking about the heir he had chosen, but Theresa was not there.

The shattered crown slipped from his exhausted fingers, stained with sand and blood.

The slender and broad sword blade pierced the blood demon’s heart, and the source stone crystallized, making a tiny clicking sound.

The King of Kazdel put down the hilt of his sword and knelt down in front of Akado, covered in wounds and holes from bullets. Then he died.

Please. The Demon King looked at Akado with his gray and turbid eyes. He had no choice. Even if Akado took the crown and left this war-torn country forever, he could not stop him. He could only hope that this young blood demon would choose to shoulder the responsibility of saving the tribe.

Akado pulled out the greatsword that pierced his heart, and the dark Originium crystals grew on his chest like ivy.

“Your Majesty,” he said, picking up the shattered crown.

Picked up the glory of the Sarkaz people.

Gravel slowly fell off the carvings on the surface.

Then a thousand years of anger and resentment surged in my heart.

An inexplicable touch flashed through the mind like lightning, and the thoughts of every Sarkaz person were mixed in it.

It seemed as if some missing space had been quietly filled, and a huge will overwhelmed Akado himself and filled this body.

His eyes grew increasingly scarlet, and the blood on the ground strangely came to life, forming obscure words.

The sky was shaking, and all the Originium particles in the atmosphere turned into his spellcasting units at this moment.

The world is his staff.

“Acardo” smiled, and an indescribable vicissitude emerged on his delicate and tender face. A dark crown floated above his head, and a legion made of blood was guarding him. In the dark night, the scarlet blood-made words on the ground emitted a dazzling light.

“It has been like this since two thousand years ago. You people of Lateran really haven’t changed at all.”

He spoke the ancient Sarkaz language and opened his arms as if to embrace the earth.

Then everything turned upside down.

In an instant, soil, rocks, plants, bones, everything melted into blood. They sang praises to the eternal myths, then soared into the sky, rushing across the endless wilderness like the ocean.

The intention was not to break up the Lateran army, but to surround the periphery, leaving only the central battlefield.

Is this…Victoria’s Colosseum?

Saint Enoch discarded his empty magazine and was unable to attack Akado at all, as the group of undead monsters had been using their bodies as shields.

The dead river completely opened up, absorbing all the dead lives in Kazdel. Countless souls returned to the world from the blood, roaring and charging from far away with indelible hatred.

“How dare the dead walk before me…” Overuse of Originium techniques had overdrawn his body. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and then fired a flare into the sky.

The Papal Knights who had gone in pursuit of the Demon King had returned to the team at some point.

Alexander Anderson took off his round-frame glasses and looked back at those “traitors” who were ready to die.

“The undead form a legion and march in formation.”

“Deviating from the only rational law, attempting to break through with unorthodox methods…”

Anderson’s voice became louder and more passionate, slowly arousing the emotions of the Sakota who had witnessed this terrible spell.

He asked, “We ask ourselves why you are waiting?!”

“We are waiting for the ‘betrayer’, the ‘betrayer’ Judas.” They answered in a low voice, with a little timid trembling.

“What do you hold in your right hands, Betrayer?”

“Dagger and poison.” Everyone’s voices calmed down.

“‘Betrayer’, what do you hold in your left hand?”

“Thirty silver coins and a straw rope.” Their voices became calmer, but their eyes were full of bloodshot, like a volcano about to erupt.

“What are you, ‘betrayers’?!” Anderson asked again, and then gave his own answer.

“We are not apostles, believers, or believers, nor are we believers, nor are we traitors. We serve only one thing, and we only bow down to receive grace and to fight rebellion.”

“A soldier who wields a dagger in the dark and poisons the dinner. We are a group of dead men, a group of dead men, and we are the assassin of Judas the ‘traitor’. When the time comes, we will throw thirty pieces of silver into the shrine and hang ourselves with a rope.”

“Then we will go to hell together as a group, and we only wish to fight against the millions of evil spirits in hell!”

This time, everyone was chanting along.

I left my hometown ready to die, so why should I be afraid of the hell ahead?

“The demon king must not be allowed to walk out of this sand alive.”

Anderson held a musket in his left hand and a guard gun in his right hand.

For Rutland.

He raised his musket and sword high, swung it down, and gave the order to attack.

No one spoke anymore. It was silence, like an army of thousands of people marching.

Then, at a certain moment, countless guard guns were loaded, bolted, and fired at the same time.

Meteor showers rise from the ground, like a natural disaster.

162. Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull sacrifice to the skull throne!

(Tip: This chapter is a super bonus, two in one. It is a flashback chapter of the final duel between Akado and Anderson, and tells a series of key contents such as the source of Akado’s spells. It is not recommended to skip it. The next chapter will return to the main timeline.)

“Anderson,” Saint Enoch suddenly called out to the Pope Knight beside him.

“People are going to pray to you.”

“Your Majesty, the prayers of the betrayers will only tarnish the glory of my Lord.”

“We are abandoning the faith for the Lateran.”

“Then we can only hope that the great Lord can forgive the evil deeds of sinners like us.”

The priest stopped charging, he took back his guard gun, took out the scripture, then held the gun sword in his hand horizontally under the scripture and chanted.

“Pray to me, and I will grant your kingdoms an inheritance, and all the lands to the ends of the earth will be yours.”

The sound was not loud, but through the unique empathy between the Sakotas, that emotion and will were transmitted to the hearts of every “traitor”.

“You, holding the black staff, will smash them like pottery.” Anderson closed the book and slammed the gun sword on the cover.

The halo above his head began to distort, and there were actually some verbena patterns on the circular shape.

“Therefore, O saints, appear and be instructed by the Judge of the Earth, serve your Lord with awe, rush to the battlefield with joy, and kiss your children.”

Every Sakota who participated in the battle lost their sense of pain under the effect of the spell, but their attention was more focused than ever before. They were able to devote all their energy to killing the enemy without distraction.

Because their enemy is the Undead Legion that is not afraid of death.

“May you rest in peace in heaven,” the Papal Knight loaded his pistol and smashed the head of a “resurrected” Sacotta.

A powerful spell is attached to it, burning its blood and making it impossible to revive for a long time.

Desecrating the souls of the dead, what a disgusting Originium technique.

At the back of the crowd of monsters, Akado was fighting for control of the body with the collective will of the Sarkaz.

Chaotic memories are flying around in my mind.

He began to feel an instinctive aversion to magic.

Faintly, the surrounding scenery changed in his eyes.

He found himself sitting on a great brass throne, atop a pedestal of bloodstained corpses and piles of skulls, the spoils of war taken by the Blood God Khorne and the bloodshed his followers had wrought in his name.

There is an X-shaped rune engraved on the top of the throne, and a horizontal bar is drawn at the bottom of the rune, together forming a symbolic skull.

Countless believers prayed to Him with the sound of blood gushing out and bones breaking. Those who decorated their bodies with the bones of their enemies and drank the blood of their enemies were all His believers. There were altars covered in blood everywhere.

Killing, violence, anger and brutality…

These elements together constitute an extraordinary existence.

The Lord of Blood and Skull –

“Khorne”.

The will of the Sarkaz was overwhelmed by Akado himself, and he regained control of his own body.

Those visions filled with rage and bloodshed quickly faded away.

He had already realized that he was seriously affected mentally by what he had just seen, but he chose not to resist.

A huge arena surrounded by blood.

Instead, he allowed the bloodthirsty impulse to drive his actions.

The army of angels waged a deadly war against the evil spirits of hell.

Millions of dead, whether they were Sarkaz or from other countries in their lifetime, have now become Akado’s brothers, fighting against the betrayers who came for revenge.

The battle was not as one-sided as expected.

Those Sakota seemed to be amplified by magic, causing considerable trauma to the soldiers in the Dead River.

After all, it is made of blood and Originium, and is not “immortal” in the absolute sense.

The moment the River of Death opens, it will try to release all the lives devoured by Akado using Originium and blood as the main materials.