Overlord Wizard

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Several haggard men came out, holding a wooden box in their hands, and threw it at Li Luo.

The wooden box opened, revealing a bloody arm.

Feeling the familiar breath of blood on his arm, Li Luo's pupils shrank.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie." The leader was a two-meter-tall haggard man who walked over with a strange smile and said, "Before, your son wanted to save Wu Xueer, but Lilafei showed mercy and only left him behind. this arm. Li Luo, if you will"

Before the withered man finished speaking, the black light in Li Luo's hand suddenly lit up, and a jet-black ray shot out, passing through him in an instant.

"You!" The haggard man wanted to say something, but soon froze there, and then fell to the ground with a bang.

"Li Luo! You dare to do it, don't you care about your son's life?!" Several haggard men changed their expressions and shouted angrily.

Li Luo raised his head slightly, his eyes were cold, and he said indifferently: "Die."

At this moment, several black rays instantly enveloped several people.

Soon, there were a few more corpses on the ground, and Li Luo grabbed their heads and read the remaining memories. After a while, he burned several corpses to ashes with a gloomy expression, and left here directly.

Three years later.

On the shore of a deserted island, Li Luo stood here, sighing slightly.

Sending all the newly cultivated spiritual energy fry in his hands into the sea, he flew up and flew towards the mainland.

three months later.

The capital of the Balulun Empire has become a holy place of worship for the blood-sacred people. The powerful blood-sacred people come here every year for blood baptism. Although there are rumors about the god king raising human beings in captivity, in the face of the powerful force, most of the god-blooded people came here motivated by profit. Some of them are to extend their lives, and some are to become stronger.

But without exception, 70% of them will die in the first round of baptism.

Li Luo came here to get a holy grail, which is a holy weapon to communicate with that god king. With it, he would have the opportunity to make a deal with this god king.

Looking at the capital's announcement, he also understood the key to obtaining the Holy Grail.

To obtain the Holy Grail, one must accept the baptism of divine blood. Although Li Luo bears the blood of the gods, it belongs to him, and he will not be recognized by the Holy Grail without thinking about it. Then the problem came, in order for the plan to succeed, he needed someone to help him.

Walking on the street, Li Luo, who had turned into a man with a square face, scanned his surroundings, and finally fixed his gaze on a fourteen or fifteen-year-old beggar.

In front of the little beggar, a tall man stood here.

"Yomi! Why do you have so little money this month?" The tall man looked at the little beggar with an unkind expression, and lifted him up.

Although the little beggar was threatened, he looked resolute and didn't say much, just being carried by the tall man.

"Little bastard! Are you looking for death?" The tall man slapped him hard, blood splashed instantly.

The little beggar's nose was bleeding, and he shook his head feebly, still not speaking.

After beating the little beggar for a while, the tall man spat, then counted a handful of copper coins in his hand and left.

The little beggar touched his bleeding nose, sat there, glanced at his arms, and sat on the ground again, sitting in front of a begging bowl.

Walking over slowly, Li Luo took out a copper coin and dropped it into the beggar's bowl.

"Thank you, sir. May good luck always be with you."

The little beggar stood up respectfully and bowed to Li Luo.

Li Luo nodded, and put his hand into the arms of the little beggar. The latter's expression became angry, and then he ran out in one direction.

That night.

At the end of the street where the little beggar was, Li Luo stood here.

At midnight, a short figure in a black robe ran over from a distance.

"Sir, did you cast a spell on me? You can actually speak directly in my mind." The little beggar stood there and asked with a look of distress.

"My name is Yomi."

Li Luo nodded and said, "I'll buy you a house with the money."

"Yes, sir. For the rest of the money, I went through the civilian certification procedures." Yomi said this excitedly, looking at Li Luo: "Are you a wizard?"

Li Luo frowned and asked, "Why do you ask that?"

Yomi swallowed, organized his words, and said, "Since the empire established a religion, it has hunted down wizards. If you are, please be careful."

Hearing this, Li Luo hesitated, and asked, "Are you interested in the power of wizards?"

"Of course! That's a legendary power greater than the fighting spirit of a knight!" Yomi said without thinking.

Li Luo looked at Yomi, looking hesitant, but then took a deep breath and said, "Do you want to absorb divine blood and practice witchcraft at the same time?"

"think!"

Yomi nodded emphatically.

"Let's go."

one year later.

Yomi slowly walked out of a bluestone house covering an area of ​​100 meters.

Li Luo looked at Yomi, his face slightly moved.

During this period of time, Yomi not only perfectly integrated the divine blood, but also raised the divine blood to the fifth level under the mental method of divine blood training. Looking at it from another angle, he could already be regarded as a sacred-blood man who had undergone five baptisms.

In order to ensure that Yue Mi won, Li Luo directly entered the royal beast bag.

a month later.

Holy land of blood baptism.

Caesar the Great is in the palace, standing by the altar.

Surrounding him was a group of warriors wearing golden armor, and the aura of divine blood spread from them to the surroundings.

Soon, figures entered the palace one after another.

"Hey, have you heard? This is the place where the weak are eliminated. Only the strong who have been baptized five times at a time can get a chance to communicate with the god king."

"Hmph. I don't have a life to communicate with the god king. I will be baptized three times, at most three times, and I will leave!"

"Yes, anyway, the minimum is three times. Let's leave after three times. Don't become someone else's wedding dress with divine blood!"

A few men with purple lines all over their bodies stood here, discussing in a low voice, looking nervously at Cassar in the distance.

"Then. The baptism begins!"

Kasa stood in front of the altar, holding the Holy Grail, chanting an unknown incantation.

Soon the golden light on the altar became brighter and brighter, and soon, someone bulged into a ball, flew to the altar, and burst open. The purple-gold flesh slowly squirmed, condensed on the altar, began to shrink, and finally turned into drops of purple-gold blood.

A burst of twilight began to light up slowly, and then strands of golden light emitted from the altar. The strands of brilliance converged and swept over the people who were being baptized around them. Another group of people turned into a pile of flesh and blood, and melted into drops of purple-gold gods. Blood.

So, after three times.

The blood on the altar evaporated quickly, and the altar shone with golden light, shining on every person with blood. Immediately, the aura of the surrounding divine-blood warriors began to rise steadily, and all of them broke through to the realm of the third-order powerhouse.

The remaining divine blood squirmed slightly, and Caesar placed the Holy Grail beside the altar, and the blood fell into the Holy Grail as if drawn by some force.

"The blood of God is here. If you can accept the baptism below, I will give it to him! Gain unlimited potential!"

Every word of Cassar seemed to be full of magic, and it fell into the ears of everyone, making them hesitate when they were determined to leave.

Everyone struggled, and soon, under the shining purple-gold rune between their eyebrows, they walked towards the altar resolutely.

"That's right." Kasa raised his head slightly, and there seemed to be great greed in his eyes.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The closer they got to the altar, the more swollen the surrounding sacred-blood warriors became, and finally burst like balloons. Under the purple-gold light, the flesh and blood turned into drops of divine blood and fell into the Holy Grail.

In the end, only Yomi stood before the altar.

Kasa looked at Yomi frantically, and drew out the long sword in his hand.

But at this moment, Yomi's eyes suddenly froze, and a bloody dagger appeared in his hand, facing Kasa's long sword, and stabbing him without dodging!