I was hiding from gods and demons at the beginning, but it turned out that I was the boss

That night was the first year of the founding of the Lanze Empire.

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Two people stood in front of the altar in the White Mist Forest.

The woman was soft and tall, but her eyes were too sinister, which ruined her originally gentle and charming face.

The man is deep and mysterious, and his black-purple eyes reveal vicissitudes of life and indifference.

The woman in palace attire raised her pointed chin and looked at Deimos, "The moonlight is beautiful today. I hope everything goes well for us."

"It will go well." Deimos stared at the huge white altar in front of him without looking at her.

Lanzeria snorted coldly, turned around and waved to the guard not far away.

Two guards carried a naked woman to the altar and placed her in the middle of the array.

"She won't wake up in the middle, right?" Dimos finally had some emotions after the woman was brought up, and suppressed excitement and anticipation surged in his eyes.

Lanzeria glanced at him and raised her lips proudly: "Of course not, but you, are you sure you can activate the so-called soul guidance array?"

"The formation under the altar was carved by me." Dimos' eyes darkened.

Destiny and destiny, everything starts from here...

Taking a deep breath, Deimos held a translucent dagger with floating stars in his left hand, opened his arms, and chanted a spell.

A low, dreamy voice rises on the wind, like a murmur, like the chirping cicada shaking the summer, like the torrential rain.

At first, the sound was like a gentle brush against the ear, and then the sound entered the ear, like a loud bell and a drum, making people tremble all over, arousing the deepest desires in the soul, whether it was greed, jealousy, hatred, lust, or lust. tyrannical.

The moment they reached the zero point, everyone felt their souls tremble, and their consciousness collapsed as if they were about to escape from the body, as if death was coming in an instant.

At the same moment, Deimos cut the palm of his right hand with the dagger, and bright red blood spurted out, immediately calming everyone's souls.

Lord of the Demon Realm!

I will sacrifice my blood to you and ask for your protection!

I sacrifice my destiny to you and pray for the cleansing of my spirit!

I sacrifice my soul to you, asking for the sacrifice of death!

I will worship you forever, until the stars and the moon fall, and the world ends!

Wake up, blood river!

According to my will, lead the spirit back to its place!

After the oath ended, Deimos knelt down on one knee and continued to recite the incantation silently.

At this point, everyone present was able to calm down, and the souls that seemed to have been stripped away before were solidified again.

Lanzeria put her hand on her chest with a pale face and looked at Deimos in fear.

Is that the power of demons? It makes people tremble with fear.

Deimos, the cornerstone of the previous dynasty, was actually a follower of the Demon King!

Why is he willing to help him?

What do they like about Lanzemar?

With beauty, he believes that he is not inferior; with strength, he is also a divine general; with ability, whatever Lanzemar can do, he can do it too.

The only thing is that I was born ten years later than her, so I was born at the wrong time...

Oh, so what if she gets everyone's love and establishes a new dynasty? From today on, everything will change.

Tomorrow, the person who will ascend the throne of the empire and wear the crown and receive the worship of thousands of people will be himself.

This world belongs to you, and the best man belongs to you too. Everything about Lanzema'er will become Lanzeriya's!

The only unpleasant thing is that from now on, he will carry her skin around in front of others, and it is very likely that one day, he will no longer be able to tell who is who.

But so what, his children will become the masters of Lanze from generation to generation.

Lanzeria strengthened her belief and turned her gaze from Deimos back to the white altar.

The huge white altar has blood pouring out from the carved patterns at this moment, and each line is like flesh that has been broken by a sword.

The blood of the abyss accumulated more and more, and finally submerged the entire altar and overflowed.

In the strange red color, the woman lying in the middle of the altar is like a white jade, exuding a gleaming white light. The strong contrast stimulates people's eyes.

Dimos' eyes were blurred, as if he could see the gorgeous woman from thousands of years ago through her.

The spell continued, the blood began to roll, and the lying Lanzemaer was no longer calm. She began to twitch, holding her head, roaring, and struggling.

However, this is the power of the Demon King, and even if it is borrowed, it is not allowed to be provoked.

Eventually she lost the strength and dropped her arms, becoming quiet again, as if she was asleep.

Seeing this scene, Deimos felt a little pitiful, but it did not affect his determination.

He ended the spell, chanted the song of the Demon King's followers, and then threw a huge cage from the storage ring.

There was a recently dead monster in the dark golden cage. It looked like a leopard but not a leopard. It was completely black. Judging from the remaining energy fluctuations, it turned out to be a half-human monster of the ninth level.

Since it died during the day, what it retains at this moment is its animal form.

Dimos activated his spiritual energy and moved the corpse of the monster with its limbs tied with a god-chain to the center of the formation.

Then he connected the three seals with his right hand and struck out. The complex soul seals like a curtain of light continuously covered the woman in the formation and the monster next to her.

Suddenly, seven pieces of spiritual light rose up in the woman's body. Just as she was about to escape, she was blocked by the soul seal and pulled into the body of the monster next to her.

Seeing that Mal's soul was successfully injected into the monster, Deimos breathed a sigh of relief. It was finally done.

He turned to look at Lanzeria, "You can go up, but don't leave anything foreign on you!"

Lanzeria took off her palace skirt and underwear, handed the fate bracelet to the dead soldier next to her, and then came to the middle of the blood array with a flash.

At her feet is her sister Mal, whom she loved and hated. Now she only has a body left, and this body will soon become her body...

"Sister, thank you. I will take good care of Hall and the children for you, be a wise king, create a prosperous world, and keep Lanze alive forever."

Lanzeria looked at the pale corpse with a complicated expression. From now on, everything will change.

The bright red blood began to flow towards her as if consciously, covering her completely.

The woman was in pain and trembling, and she heard hoarse laughter, which seemed to be extremely joyful, but also seemed to be grief-stricken.

Deimos formed a seal again and hit Rhea, and the same seven-colored light spirit came out of her body. Finally, it was captured by the soul seal and brought into the body of Mal who was lying down.

After everything was completed, Deimos whispered a spell to guide the return of the blood river.

He cut his left hand with a dagger, then placed the Demon King's token on the ground and clasped his hands together.

The wounds on the left and right hands overlapped, and the surging blood tide suddenly stopped. In a snap, all was absorbed by the formation and disappeared.

The sacrificial altar still looks white and holy, and the crimson formations are strange and beautiful, but the people in the formations are no longer the same thing.

The magical beast tied to the God-locking chain in the cage regained its breath.

Timos climbed up from the ground tremblingly, with only a light gray left on his original black hair, and his whole person exuded an aura of decadence.

Exhaling a breath, he secretly sighed that tonight was undoubtedly a success, even though he spent most of his life.

The bright moon at night exuded a quiet light, and the breeze lightly swept over the porcelain-white skin of the woman in the array. The woman trembled slightly, then slowly opened her eyes and sat up.

Lanzeria raised her hands and touched her face, looked at this perfect body, and a smile appeared on her lips.

However, when she saw the lifeless female body in front of her, she was suddenly shocked, and the corners of her eyes gradually became moist.

Who dies and who lives, Lanzemar or Lanzerea? Is it her, or is it me!

Lanzeria felt complicated. After a few seconds of silence, she picked up her original body and walked off the altar.

The two guards immediately stepped forward to put clothes on her and placed the body in the prepared crystal coffin.

Deimos looked at her for a moment, then focused his attention on the monster.

He teleported to the side of the monster, used the memory sealing power on it, and tampered with several memory fragments.

After doing all this, he put away the chain of gods, poured a bottle of high-concentration holy water of life into the mouth of the monster, and used the healing power.

Soon, the aura of the monster became stronger, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Affected by the time period, the monster will turn into a human form at night. It retracts its sharp claws, puts away its dark fur, and finally turns into a smooth and beautiful woman.

Lanzeria, who had packed up and was about to leave, looked at this scene in shock.

She heard the woman transformed by the monster ask blankly: "Who am I and why am I here?"

Deimos replied with a gentle expression: "You are my pet, Aces. You are sick. I just used the altar to help you exorcise the demonic spirit that possessed you."

The woman searched her memory doubtfully, and found only a small amount of information, sporadic fragments...

"Well, you are my master..."

A pleasant smile appeared on the man's lips, and he gently stroked Esther's cheek with his hand.

Lanzeria, who was watching, lowered her eyes and whispered softly, Lanzimal, farewell...