Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 391 - of Death God!

Chapter 391: Chapter 347 Chapter of Death God!

"Audrey, have you ever seen someone afflicted by eighteen points of the Curse of Misfortune?"

Wu Xiaode asked.

Countless runes had already appeared in the sky—

Was this what they called a sacrifice?

The Panda seemed to sense something and burst out with an angry roar.

Impressive, Panda, truly a presence of the Death Lord level, even if struck by a punch magnified by ten million times, it still held on to its breath, weaving through those dense runes.

Audrey’s voice then followed:

"No one dares to leave the house even with one point of the Curse of Misfortune, and with three points, many would collapse on the spot. As for eighteen points..."

"I apologize for my ignorance."

Wu Xiaode sighed, "Ah, this means I have no frame of reference, and I don’t know what will happen to this cat."

In the sky, the Panda, exerting all its effort, dodged and weaved, finally performing eighty-one tumbling maneuvers and successfully avoided all the runes, landing on the ground.

"Is this it? Dream on if you think you can kill me!"

The Panda landed on a high platform, roaring triumphantly.

Wu Xiaode couldn’t help but applaud its agile and perfect dodging.

He looked toward the Book of the Dead.

Several lines of ice crystal small text appeared on the pages:

"The sacrifice ritual is underway;"

"The sacrifice has not touched any of the sacrificial runes, has passed all the reserved sacrificial routes according to the laws, and has reached the sacrificial platform."

"Due to its perfect opening, all the sacrificial runes have been preserved and fully activated, achieving 100% of the highest degree."

Wu Xiaode was somewhat speechless.

—Why did you dodge just now? If you had shattered those runes, maybe you would have escaped!

Yet the Panda stood on that platform, sneering at Wu Xiaode, muttering an incantation and began to cast magic.

Audrey cautioned:

"Be careful! It knows the Curse of Misfortune on it is too strong, so it’s starting to use summoning magic, preparing to deal with you with the summoned monster."

Wu Xiaode looked toward the Book of the Dead again.

More ice crystal small text appeared:

"The first step of the sacrifice: Summoning."

"A summoning conducted by the priest, and the level of the summoned monster determines the level of the sacrifice."

"A special situation has occurred this time:"

"The sacrificial offering is autonomously completing the first step of the sacrifice itself."

A sacrifice...

Sacrificing itself...

Does it have to be so proactive?

Wu Xiaode woodenly looked at the Panda.

The Panda, oblivious, shouted loudly:

"Come forth, the slumbering Demon King buried beneath one hundred thousand snow mountains, I need your help!"

In the Void, all the runes moved aside.

A huge outline of a Monster quietly emerged on the platform.

Ice crystal small text continued to appear:

"The sacrifice has taken over the duties of the priest, autonomously completing the first step of the sacrifice ritual."

"It has summoned a slumbering Demon King of the Death Clan."

"Therefore, the specifications of this sacrifice have been elevated to Super High-level."

"Next step of the sacrifice ritual:"

"Smear the sacrificial offering with the Demon King’s Blood, granting the offering sinister power."

Just as Wu Xiaode was reading this, a shout came from atop the platform.

"Slumbering Demon King! I know you can’t descend here, but no matter, smear my body with your blood. That means I can borrow your power!"

The Panda Lord roared.

In mid-air, the outline of the Demon King wavered.

A drop of blood as large as a dining table appeared silently, hovering in place.

The Panda leaped up, plunging its entire body into the drop of the Demon King’s Blood, rapidly rotating its body to smear itself with a layer of the Demon King’s Blood.

Immediately, a line of small text jumped out on the Book of the Dead:

"Smearing complete."

"The sacrificial offering autonomously completed the second step of the sacrifice ritual."

Wu Xiaode watched speechlessly.

He had never heard of a sacrificial offering completing the sacrifice ritual itself.

—This really is courting death!

Perhaps the eighteen points of the Curse of Misfortune plus its own nine points of luck were the real reasons for this bizarre sight?

At this moment, the Panda’s fur was all smeared with the Demon King’s Blood.

It carefully felt the changes in its power, suddenly erupting with a long-suppressed roar:

"Damn Bright Ghost!"

"—I hereby make an oath of death!"

"I’ve even borrowed the Demon King’s power, this time I must slice you into a thousand pieces, reduce your bones to ashes, and soak your soul in a decaying poison pond for ten thousand years to quell the hatred in my heart!"

Its voice erupted with a tidal wave-like formidable force, making everything around it surge and rise.

Wu Xiaode stood in the hurricane formed by the sonic waves, without a hint of panic, but couldn’t help looking toward the Book of the Dead.

On the page, two lines of ice crystal small text quietly appeared:

"Third step: Activate the Death Law’s oath with intensely high emotions, calling forth the powerful Death Law to witness."

"Current step completed."

"Next step,"

"each party must offer a page from the Book of the Dark Seal to fully activate this sacrifice ritual."

A page from the Book of the Dark Seal...

Previously, a page had been used by the Death Lords to attack the Ghost Queen but ended up being taken by him, and he was unsure whether the Book of the Dead had devoured it completely or not.

Wu Xiaode quickly flipped open the Book of the Dead, only to see that half of the page was absorbed into the book, while the other half was still sticking out, struggling intermittently to break free from the Book of the Dead.

—It’s still here!

Wu Xiaode pulled the page out and looked toward the Panda across from him.

You’re not going to keep messing up, are you?

He then saw the Panda glance at the clump of black mist in midair—

Just now, it was with this clump of black mist that it managed to stabilize the surroundings, preventing everything from randomly changing.

"Come, my page, join me in defeating our enemy!"

The Panda exclaimed loudly.

The black mist dissipated, only to reveal a page.

—What a coincidence?

Wu Xiaode clicked his tongue incessantly.

At this moment, he realized profoundly the terror of luck and misfortune.

He saw the page quietly land in Panda’s hand, emitting an extremely powerful wave of Death Law.

Wu Xiaode threw the page he held.

Seeing this, Panda, fearing that Wu had a powerful Attack Skill, hurriedly threw the page in his hand too and began to recite a Magic over the page.

—Again, matched!

The last line of ritual explanation appeared on the Book of the Dead:

"All conditions met, the sacrifice ritual officially starts!"

Matched!

In an instant.

Everything around vanished.

At that moment, behind the Panda was the silhouette of the Demon King descending, his body covered in Demon King’s Blood, with a page of the Book of the Dark Seal floating before him.

Even as the page floated erratically, suppressing the entire world’s environment, everything around still completely changed.

This was a massive prison, in the center of which stood a towering, earth-piercing pillar of dark metal.

"No..."

The illusionary silhouette of the Demon King behind Panda turned to flee but was held in place by an invisible force, even slowly moving towards the dark metal pillar.

Panda was stunned.

"Why would it sacrifice me? He has a page too!"

It couldn’t help but roar angrily.

"Because you are the sacrifice, dear," Wu Xiaode sighed.

His opponent was so pitiful that he could not muster any desire to fight, and he even felt a bit of sympathy for him.

Wu saw Panda and its Demon King silhouette ascend the dark pillar together, their bodies gradually merging into one, forming a two-headed creature, tightly bound to the pillar and immobile.

Their Soul Power burst forth uncontrollably, imbuing the pillar with power.

At the same time, a line of ice crystal text appeared on the Book of the Dead:

"Sacrifice completed!"

"This sacrifice reached perfection!"

"Your sacrifice will continue to retain the hidden attribute of Misfortune 18, and it will be effective against new enemies you face in the future."

"You have received the legacy gift of the Death God—"

"Chapter of the Death God (unknown)."

Wu Xiaode looked at the Book of the Dead, where a blank page now displayed a black, mysterious rune array.

Before he could continue exploring, he suddenly saw everything around him quickly fading away.

"Lord Dong Ga has been sacrificed to the Death God... It seems that sacrifice is also a way to end the ’Death God Demon Palace,’ although we never knew it,"

Audrey said, sighing involuntarily.

—She knew many secrets, but the secrets of the Death God Demon Palace were too dangerous, even for a Death Lord to probe lightly.

Who knew that today, a Bright Ghost with luck reaching nine would achieve this.

Only today did she realize how terrifying the power of luck could be.

Strictly speaking, luck should be considered a source power of fate.

The Magic and power of fate are elusive—

Everyone fears this side of power!

"We’re about to leave."

Wu Xiaode said solemnly.

"Be careful, there are still four Death Lords!" Audrey reminded.

Wu Xiaode released waves of Demon Mist to cover himself.

The next instant.

All the scenes turned into blurred lines and vanished into nothingness.

Wu Xiaode found himself standing on a snowy mountain, with four strangely shaped beings beside him.

One of them he recognized—

It was the Bone Dragon!

Yes.

The four Death Lords had also been teleported out and were now standing together with Wu Xiaode.

"Where is Lord Dong Ga?"

Bone Dragon Fafnir asked blankly.