The man's shrill scream echoed in the narrow room, accompanied by the wailing of young children and the begging of mercy of young women.

They shouted with great utmost strength to attract the attention of the people around them, but these sad voices were blocked in the hut by some force. Even if pedestrians passed by, they could not hear any lingering sound.

Everything gradually returned to silence. After a dying cry, only the dull cutting sound of the knife cutting through the hall.

Finally, even the sound of cutting ended.

Several men in black robes silently moved the body of a cut man into the magic circle in the hall. The circle was outlined by mercury and black soil, with traces of sulfur and saltpeter, and were filled with blasphemy words. A strange and grand ray of evil forces that could distort all the world's evil forces slowly flowed in it, as if they were reciting a prayer that was extremely depraved.

[The dead, your soul will mix blood and mud, immerse itself in the cold soil, sink into eternal disaster, and be unable to be liberated.]

Blood flowed out of the wound of the corpse, and then turned into black under the power of the magic circle, turning into brand new blasphemy words. The distorted face of the deceased seemed to be cursing, but no black robe moved by it. They just stared at everything silently and frenziedly, then took out the internal organs from the corpse and placed them around the magic circle.

After men, there are women, after women, there are young children. Finally, even the corpses of babies whose cradles are not untied were taken, and the black robes respectfully placed them in the center of the magic circle.

The innocent and hazy soul is the best sacrifice.

When everything was over, the people in the black robes stopped moving. They stood quietly around the magic circle, staring at them with anticipation, and bright red liquid was still dripping from their hands, and blood splattered on the floor, ticking.

Without disappointing their expectations, a strange black and red light was gradually lit up in the magic circle made of black blood.

"Plop."

A heavy heartbeat sounded in the center of the magic circle.

"Crash."

Responding to the heartbeat, mixed with mercury and saltpeter, the black blood began to slowly surging and flowing in the magic circle.

"Plop."

The black and red light flashed again, and a clearer and heavier heartbeat sounded. The blasphemous words seemed to come alive, twisting and turning on the edge of the magic circle. The corpses and internal organs placed in turn were slowly deforming under a certain force.]

Amid the heavy and excited breathing of the man in the black robe, the floor creaked, and even made a noise like rubbing hard against the blackboard with his fingernails. A crazy chant that was not like a human voice began to vaguely sounded in the void, as if praising all this dirty and evil.

"Are you going to succeed?"

Finally, he couldn't bear it. A man in black robe made a sound. The sound was as harsh as the roar of an eagle, with a hint of fanaticism that he finally achieved his goal. His body was trembling with excitement.

"No."

Another older and more harsh voice sounded: "It's still a little bit."

And in the laboratory of the Royal Mage Society, Joshua was preparing to take over the double blades of Order from Brandon.

This sacred double sword is undoubtedly derived from the sages. According to the blonde swordsman, this is a weapon given to the first saint by the sages to destroy the monsters in the void. Just like the sky blue pearl, it should contain sacred power. As long as the conditions are right, it can burst out with unimaginable power as when fighting against the Imperial Waste God.

Compared to Joshua, Brandon did not really awaken the weapons in his hand. He just vaguely felt the inheritance in these swords. Even so, the swordsman benefited a lot. When Joshua asked Brandon for weapons, he also wanted to use the stronger order power in his body to try to communicate and help the swordsman get inheritance.

However, just as he was about to touch the double-edged scabbard, Joshua suddenly withdrew his hand.

He turned his head and looked to the left, his sharp eyes as if he could pierce the void and notice something.

"Sorry, Brandon, maybe you'll have to wait a little longer."

After a moment of silence, he seemed to be doubting his feelings, but in the end Joshua made a decision. He said lightly, but the calm voice contained a strong anger that could make the dragon scattered: "I have something to do."

After saying that, he turned around decisively, flew around the corner of his clothes, and walked quickly towards the laboratory gate. While the three of them were stunned, a voice came from the door: "Ying, Lin."

“Come on.”

The boy and the girl were originally a little confused, but the silver-haired girl was the first to understand what her master meant. She agreed excitedly, then pulled her brother to run towards the door, leaving only Brandon standing there with a confused look in his hand holding the order double blades that were emitting a slight white light.

"What's going on?"

After a while of doubt, he also planned to go out, but the swordsman couldn't help but mutter to himself: "What happened? Why did he go out?"

At this time, he noticed the weapon radiating in his hand.

"Strange, I obviously put that crystal back into the sealed cabinet just now... Why?"

On the edge of the imperial capital, the streets that no one noticed, the low flat rooms, and the figures of black cats shuttled through.

Because of the previous explosion, most people who were wandering on the streets returned to their homes. The patrol team passed by here, but rarely turned their attention to it. It is late at night, and they still have heavy investigation tasks to complete, and the priority here is undoubtedly the lowest level. If you can take a look, you will be considered to be dedicated.

Not to mention distracting from paying attention to a wooden house that is a bit worn and even the paint surface is starting to peel off.

In the house.

The sacrifice continues.

People in black robes all raised their right hands together.

They all held a sharp knife in their left hand, with yellowed oil from humans on it. Before, it was this knife used to cut the owner of the house. It cut off the man's throat, dug out the woman's eyeball, and then peeled out the child's heart and placed it in the center of the magic circle.

Now, it is used to cut off the wrist of its owner.

While tacitly understanding, they cut their blood vessels open, and hot blood suddenly gushed out. With the pulse of their hearts, the people in black robes prayed loudly to the unknown existence in strange and evil language. Their faces were frenzy and almost crazy. As their singing, the blasphemy words turned in the magic circle were approaching again, the aura of depravity became more and more intense, and the walls began to emit dizzy scarlet light, and the smell of sulfur filled it. This small wooden house seemed to be about to turn into a hell on earth.

But under a certain force, all this was completely isolated and the outside world could not detect it at all.

The strange heartbeat sound became louder and heavier under such a fanatical sacrifice. The corpses in the magic circle had completely turned into mummies, and all the blood and water flowed out, turning into black liquid that emitted a foul smell. The liquid flowed in the array like a living thing, as if it was condensing a black and huge heart.

Success!

It's going to succeed!

Finally succeeded!

Seeing this scene, the people in the black robes showed ecstatic smiles. Because of the seal of the last era, the connection between the abyss and this world was extremely weak and almost nothing. For them, every summoning was a terrifying gamble. Failure, all preparations, and even their lives would turn into flames. Just like the failed church members not long ago, it was not actually those people hiding deep enough, but because the failed summoning had already burned their souls and ** together, turning into a meaningless spark.

No matter how severe the search is, it is impossible to find someone who does not exist.

But if you succeed, you can open a small opening on the seal.

The monsters summoned are actually not important. The most important thing is that they accumulate one small mouth after another. The holy seal will gradually be chiseled open by the desperate wail of human beings until they are completely invalid, allowing the abyss to reconnect the world.

A black robe lost too much blood and her skin became pale to the naked eye, but his gloomy eyes were extremely frenzy, staring straight at the gradually forming heart in the center of the magic circle. He muttered chaotic prayers that no one understood, and occasionally accompanied by an excited cheer.

Life is no longer important to these brainwashed people. What they desire is the ultimate evil and chaos, and chaos that comes to the world and brings everything to its original barbarity. For this reason, even if you give your life, you will be willing to do so. The black robes are under the danger that will be exposed at any time. They take advantage of the last time when the search will not come to the edge of the city so quickly, and make a gambling call.

And now, success is near.

The heartbeat became heavier, but suddenly, the world seemed to be quiet for a moment, and suffocating uneasiness spread throughout the hut.

Then, a violent explosion sounded from afar, roaring and approaching. As the black-robed people looked at each other in surprise, a silver-white light broke through the roof of the hut like a meteor, like a thin paper. It shattered the attic and floor, solid wood and rocks, and then turned into a silver sword in the sound of gold and stone, and inserted straight into the magic circle in the hall.

The silver-white great sword had a red luster flowing, and the thick Dou Qi mixed with the power of order, forming a sacred pattern. It flashed like a line, purifying everything around it. Because of the insertion of the great sword, the magic circle on the ground seemed to have encountered a natural enemy. A stream of black smoke rose in the sharp noise. The evil light quickly dimmed, and the blasphemous runes did not rotate.

"What's going on!?"

"attack!"

"We were discovered!"

Shocked by the imaginary attack, the man in black robe present suddenly became panicked.

Just when the magic circle was broken, the Imperial Lord, who was resting in the royal study, suddenly stood up.

"Blasphemy magic circle...the power of the evil god, this group of damn cultists actually blocked my perception!"

He was angry, his dark golden hair almost stood up, and his clear-lined face was full of disgust and hatred. Isrell turned his head and said in a deep voice with the teacher who also felt the evil aura on his side: "Teacher, send me... wait."

Not only His Majesty the Emperor, but Nostradamus, who was about to teleport directly, also showed a surprised expression. Their eyes seemed to penetrate the void and saw that scene.

"Is that...haha, he's gone."

The white-haired mage was stunned for a while, and then a smile appeared on his originally cold face.

Beside him, the emperor's face also slowly changed, furious, surprised, and confused, until the end, he also laughed in a low voice: "Then let him go."

And in the cabin.

Accompanied by the cultist's panicked actions and shouts, the gate was blown up violently. A cold light flashed among the splashed wood chips, and another giant axe was thrown out, slashing through the atmosphere like a flying star, completely cutting through the magic circle.

"I said."

A voice came.

"You should be quiet."

(To be continued.)
Chapter completed!