In a dark, dark cave.
Chris was almost drenched in sweat, and her whole body was still shaking.
Compared to her, the three burials next to her were even more unbearable. They had passed out, their eyes turned white.
Just now, Wu Ming let go of his breath completely, and tortured them inhumanely under absolute suppression.
As for the three people who fell on the ground, it was because Wu Ming was not satisfied with their performance, and then used the soul-searching technique that was even more damaging to the soul. Even if they are still alive, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no sequelae after waking up.
"My Lord...you are my sky, my land, my life, my everything..."
On the contrary, Chris, a crazy woman, seemed to have a secret hobby of being abused. She was drooling at this moment, as if she wanted to kneel down and lick Wu Ming's toes.
'Could this woman be crazy...'
Wu Ming secretly rolled his eyes: "However, if you can survive such an organization, it's abnormal if you have no psychological problems, right?" '
Through these burials, he finally had a certain understanding of this organization.
The situation can be described as mixed.
The bad news is that behind this organization, there really is someone above the sixth level.
The good news is that that existence seems to be a little abnormal, not a true god, and has not even made a single descent, and can only pass down some ambiguous wills, even full of inconsistencies.
The reason, of course, is that the Lord of Ouroboros is not a true god, not even a false god!
According to Chris, it should be hundreds of years ago that the first founder of the Ouroboros Ring obtained the revelation of an alien existence by chance.
This existence is not a true god, but it has power comparable to a true god, and can also bestow power through a series of sacrifices, and even have blood!
In this way, relying on the sacrifices full of blood and savagery, the organization of the Ouroboros Ring began to be established covertly, and it was only spread among a few families at first.
Part of the blood was transplanted to the founders of those families.
In order to pursue the purity of this bloodline and the power contained in it, things such as intermarriage between close relatives are logical.
By the way, these burials are the product of failed combinations.
Either there's a flaw in strength, or there's a mental problem, or both.
The particularly crazy and distorted ones were secretly dealt with by the higher-ups, and the rest were used as waste.
But Wu Ming has a different opinion: "Sounds very similar... Could it be that the true self of the Infinite Snake hasn't completely died yet? Sure enough, it's a trouble..."
An eighth-level existence like him has already imprinted his own unique imprint in the long river of time. Not only is it unique in all universes, but its vitality is even more incredible.
Even if the deity falls, it only takes a little time to be resurrected from the long river of time.
Of course, the Infinite Snake's true self was rather miserable. When he met a ninth-level power, most of his marks were damaged, and he fell directly. After being resurrected, he became the Infinite Snake who was dying.
But Wu Ming obviously underestimated the vitality of this existence.
To reach the eighth level, many incarnations need to be taken back, but after the eighth level of Daluo, the Daluo Golden Immortal has no restrictions in this respect, and can incarnate tens of millions at any time.
Existences like the Infinite Snake have left other clones and backhands in a hidden dimension and plane, and it is also not worth making a fuss about.
"From Chris's description, the state of this avatar is obviously not very good..."
Wu Ming rubbed his chin: "That's right... Even the imprint of the real text has been damaged by half, no matter where the avatar is hidden, it will definitely be affected..."
For the eighth-level Da Luo, their true deities are the imprints in the long river of time.
If the brand is not destroyed, it will be fine even if it perishes. On the contrary, once the brand is damaged, even if it has tens of millions of incarnations and exists in different universes, it will suffer exactly the same damage at the same time.
"So, this Ouroboros organization is a clone left behind by the Infinite Serpent itself, hidden in a certain demiplane, and even half of his sanity has been damaged..."
Wu Ming finally came to a conclusion.
He even devoured the Infinity Snake, so naturally he wouldn't be afraid of this clone that had only half its life left.
"However... the trouble should be resolved as soon as possible, and... this Ouroboros organization seems to be worth taking over..."
It has to be said that Wu Ming is a little moved now.
A foundation that has been run for hundreds of years by a powerful man is also a little attractive to him. Even if he can't use it, the Seer Continent will definitely use it in the future.
Moreover, as the person who inherited everything from the Infinite Snake, he didn't need to pretend at all, and he could directly take over the ruling power lightly and skillfully, just like treating Chris and the others.
"Chris!"
Thinking of this, Wu Ming immediately looked at the ridiculously well-behaved Chris: "Now in your organization, is the Black Snake in charge?"
"That's right, the Black Snake has perfectly inherited the blood of the Lord, and automatically enters the rank of the sanctuary when he becomes an adult. It has reached an unfathomable level at this time!"
Chris sold her teammates without hesitation.
After all, the information from the depths of her blood made her unable to think of any resistance to Wu Ming.
"Where are the others?"
Wu Ming asked directly.
"In the Great Southern Swamp, Black Snake still has a superficial identity, the Earl of Black Forest Castle!"
Chris provided another piece of valuable news: "The entire Earl's family has the blood of the Lord..."
'Actually, it's the blood of the Infinite Serpent! '
Wu Ming rolled his eyes secretly, but did not refute directly, but ordered: "Take me there!"
"Obey! Your will is my mission!"
Chris nodded solemnly, a bloodthirsty gleam appeared in her eyes.
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The Great Southern Swamp, on the edge of the Black Forest.
This place is far away from Port Evans in the east of the mainland. Even if you use the best carriage, you still need to travel for several months to get there.
Of course, with the support of various teleportation techniques in this world, it only takes a blink of an eye for Wu Ming to come here.
The Great Southern Swamp belongs to the Kingdom of Pod, and the nearby Black Forest area is quite large. Of course, due to the harsh environment, there is not much population and production, so the Earl of Black Forest Castle, who was conferred here, does not receive much attention. Inside is a role that is insufficient compared to the top and has more than the bottom.
In terms of wealth and luxury, it is even more incomparable with Earl Evans who controls the port.
However, no one in the Kingdom of Stan knew that there was another unknown identity under the mask of the Earl of Black Forest Castle.
In the middle of the night, the purple halo of the moon fell down.
Inside the castle, Black Snake, the Earl of Black Forest Castle and the leader of the Ouroboros organization, felt the power of the moon halo, with a fascinated look on his face.
"It's time to sacrifice again, how are the sacrifices prepared?"
He asked the butler behind him.
"No problem. We spent a lot of money and collected all the top-quality goods. There are a total of eight girls from different regions, aged between fifteen and eighteen, and all of them are still virgins. My lord must have Will love them!"
The butler replied in a rigid tone. From his flat attitude, one could tell that this kind of thing had happened not once or twice.
In fact, as a family with power flowing in its blood, which is more similar to a warlock, the housekeepers used by the Earl of the Black Forest family have been selected from the most loyal branches in the past, and they also have the blood bestowed by that great existence in their bodies. The loyalty of the tail snake's own people is naturally guaranteed.
"Very good, besides... Chris and the others, is there still no news?"
Black Snake frowned: "If the task is completed, they will notify me as soon as possible. This is very unusual..."
"Excuse me!"
The butler bowed slightly: "Miss Chris is not a person who follows the rules, and Hulk and the others may have been killed by her..."
"It's quite possible..."
The Earl of Black Forest Castle sighed and rubbed the center of his brows: "The bloodline inherited by Chris is actually quite perfect, and the talent is also very good. If it is not mentally problematic, it is definitely one of the best descendants of our organization."
"That's why I tolerated her a lot and didn't let her become a sacrifice to my lord!"
The butler listened, but his body was agitated.
The existence that gave the Black Forest Castle family strength and blood is a crazy, ignorant, and bloody guy.
Not only do I like young and beautiful girls as sacrifices, but I also like living sacrifices with powerful power.
Especially, if this kind of sacrifice is still its blood, it will be more popular.
Therefore, among the series of failures produced by intermarriage within many families, a large part was used by waste and disposed of as sacrifices to the gods.
"Master, the ceremony is ready!"
At this time, the captain of the castle guard came in, with vertical pupils appearing in his eyes.
Obviously, most of the high-level people in this castle are members of the Ouroboros organization.
"Um!"
Hearing the report from his subordinates, Black Snake finally put aside Chris' affairs for the time being, and came to an underground secret room with the housekeeper and the captain of the guard.
In the vast underground space, a black altar is quite obvious.
And on the top of the cave, densely packed holes the size of needle eyes abound, allowing traces of purple moonlight to fall through, shining brightly on the altar.
At this time, the side of the altar was already surrounded by believers of Ouroboros, and in the center were eight female sacrifices who had been stripped of their clothes and looked terrified.
"I hope this sacrifice will satisfy my lord!"
Looking at this scene, Black Snake sighed.
I don't know why, recently, the existence of the name enshrined by his family for generations has become very strange, and he seldom responds to communication. He just keeps asking for more sacrifices, as if he has just suffered a serious injury. Same.