The Unspeakable Evil God

"Father, this room..."

"grandfather…"

"Great-grandfather..."

In the strange room, more than twenty figures stood there with some hairiness, looking at a bunch of strange eyes growing in the dim room. They had never seen such a formation before, and they were all frightened.

Some children were even frightened to the point of crying secretly, but their parents had the courage to cover their mouths. If their ancestors hadn't been sitting there, they would have run away long ago.

It's just that the ancestor is in a very strange state now. He is actually wearing heavy armor that has been left for several years. Can his physical condition still withstand such pressure?

"Shut up, everyone, come on, let's eat one each!"

Facing the inquiries from many descendants, Heath spoke indifferently, holding an iron basin in his hand, with dozens of strange bloodshot eyes piled inside. The dim light behind him swayed, making this kind and familiar eye appear in the past. The figure looked very strange.

"This...father...what are these?"

As the eldest son, Kelant stood at the front and saw clearly what was in the basin... Are they all eyes? His scalp was numb. How could he eat such a ghost thing? Could his father have gone crazy?

"I said... eat it. Are you seeing that I am old and can no longer carry a knife, so you are no longer willing to listen to me?"

"No, Father, it's just..."

Hearing the coldness in his father's tone, the second son Zolot Bell quickly explained that his father had been very strict with them since they were young, so even though his father is old and frail now, the two brothers are still in awe.

"Then eat it, this is... good food! Kelant, you eat first!"

"Father, I...I know!"

Feeling that his father's tone was getting colder, Kelant glanced at his second brother who was slightly agitated, gritted his teeth, picked up an eyeball, closed his eyes, suppressed his nausea, and swallowed it in one gulp. He also swallowed a lot of blood when killing enemies on the battlefield, so it was not unacceptable.

After all, my father is dying of old age, and if nothing else happens, the title of Grand Duke Bell will be passed on to him. If he makes his father unhappy at this time and passes the title to his second brother in anger, it will be more than he loses.

Seeing that the eldest brother had already eaten, the second brother hesitated, then picked up one and swallowed it. The eldest elders had already done so, and the remaining women and grandchildren could only endure the nausea and continued to eat. Young children who cried and refused were also force-fed by adults.

"Grandpa, can I...not eat?"

The youngest Violet looked at her grandfather with tears in her eyes, looking pitiful. In her impression, her grandfather loved her the most. As long as she acted coquettishly and acted cutely, basically anything would be fine.

"Lan'er, be good, this is good stuff. Come on, listen to your grandfather and eat it!"

Heath touched her little granddaughter's head kindly, pinched her mouth open, and fed her forcefully. Violet's eyes were wide open, full of fear. Although she still had the familiar kind voice, her behavior made her She was very strange and afraid, this person... was not her grandfather!

"good!"

Seeing everyone eat it, Heath laughed loudly.

The expressions of the descendants below suddenly changed at this moment, and they let out painful screams, and collapsed to the ground one by one. Strange eyes were drilled out more or less everywhere in their bodies, and wisps of evil power eroded their bodies.

"Thank you very much, father (grandfather/great-grandfather)!"

After a long time, except for those non-bloodline ladies who couldn't bear the transformation and fell down forever, everyone else slowly got up, with a cold and terrifying aura lingering around their bodies, and with a weird smile, they knelt down respectfully. They all said.

It seems that they only have a few more weird eyes. They haven't changed much and they still maintain their sanity. However, deep in the calm eyes, there is extreme madness and fanaticism. They are all the highest level of the evil god's followers - The descendant of the evil god.

"Everyone, go down, continue to lurk, and just live your life as usual. Don't overreach!"

Heath gave the order, and the descendants of the evil god nodded in understanding, gently dragged the corpses on the ground that had been tattered into flesh, and retreated respectfully.

"If you can eat it, then eat it!"

Glancing at the beholder who was hiding in the shadow corner, staring almost longingly at the remaining eyeball, Heath said nonchalantly, it would be a waste to keep it anyway, the beholder trembled, and the next moment he excitedly threw himself into the iron basin. , integrating all the remaining eyeballs into the body.

Immediately afterwards, the beholder screamed in pain and some relief, and fell to the ground from mid-air. The power of the evil god surged, and its flesh and blood squirmed inch by inch. It rolled around on the ground wailing, and more small eyes came out of the body. Drill out.

Heath sat there quietly watching all this. The descendants of the evil god were not just any cat or dog. Those people before him were relatively simple because they had the same bloodline as him and had a strong bloodline. But to outsiders, that was all. In terms of transformation and evolution, if you can't survive it, you will die.

But if there can be one more descendant of the evil god with amazing potential, UU Reading www. uukanshu.net Heath will naturally not be unhappy.

For the next period of time, the Duke's Palace still maintained the peaceful life of the past, but I don't know when the people in Duke Bell's Palace basically stopped going out, and even the banquet invitations from many nobles were rejected.

The Grand Duke's Palace standing in Amethyst City looked eerie from a distance, as if isolated from the world. This aroused the curiosity of many nobles. After all, the news that Grand Duke Hiss was about to die could not be hidden from them.

Many spies sneaked into the Duke's Palace secretly, but they quickly disappeared without a trace. This made those nobles who thought that the Duke's Palace was beginning to be weak no longer dare to act rashly.

However, during this period, the Duke's Palace often recruited a large number of people to work in the territory, and the remuneration was very generous. In the end, none of these people knew why there was no news. It was just that under the suppression of the forces of the Duke's Palace, they were mere untouchables and became untouchables. Not much made any waves.

"It's still too little!"

Still sitting in the room, looking at the pile of shriveled corpses in front of him, Heath frowned with dissatisfaction. With only this amount of death, fear and blood food, when could his strength reach the next level?

Under the silver armor, countless eyes turned, and a large number of pictures appeared in Heath's mind. He planned to select a group of qualified evil god sacrifices. Since the main body may be exposed if he takes action, then let these sacrifices go to him. Offer death, fear and blood!

Even if these evil god priests and some of their relatives are exposed, it won't matter. He can just choose a group after they die. Yes, this is the most stable method of increasing strength.

The only pity is that so many days have passed and the system still shows that the lottery cannot be drawn. Is it because there is not enough time or something? He doesn't know what the conditions for this lottery are?