The moment I saw the door.

Players are already considering how much they can sell the door after breaking it into pieces.

Barna and Platir don't know what the players are thinking.

They walked to the door and placed their palms on the grooves on the door.

The faucet on the door rotates in the direction of the player.

The dragon's eyes lit up.

"Click -" the door opened to the inside.

The light inside the door is bright.

It looks like a church hall.

Light filtered through the stained glass windows, casting dim shadows in the dim hall.

Rows of chairs are neatly arranged under the high platform, and the mysterious people wearing white masks are sitting on them. There is an iron bed on the high platform, with a naked girl lying on it, and a man wearing a red hair.

The crowned priest was standing in front of the iron bed, holding a gospel book in his hand and mumbling something unknown.

The opening of the door did not attract the attention of everyone in the hall. The cardinal on the high platform only glanced up and continued to recite the contents of the Gospel.

Barna turned around and made a silencing gesture to the players, his expression solemn.

Although the players are curious, in order to successfully complete the task, they can only keep their mouths shut and wait silently for the development of the situation.

After a while, the cardinal chanted louder and louder, and the mysterious people wearing white masks also straightened their backs, as if following the cardinal's incitement, their emotions reached a climax.

Just when the players thought that the cardinal was going to use some awesome magic, the chanting stopped suddenly, and he took out a knife from the sacrificial robe in his arms.

Then, like killing a chicken, he stabbed at the girl on the iron bed.

The players were so distraught at this scene that they almost couldn't help but rush forward to save the girl.

However, the next moment, he was poured cold water on by an indifferent word.

[Don’t be impulsive, that demi-human is dead. Didn’t you notice that you can’t see the health bar? The best way to get revenge now is to lie dormant, gain the trust of this winter-breaking organization, and then settle the scores later]

With a word that woke up the dreamer, the players forced themselves to calm down again, and used identification techniques to repeatedly confirm that the sub-elf who was bled by the cardinal on the iron bed was indeed dead.

"You are very lucky today."

Barna smiled and whispered:

"This is the transformation ceremony of our Winter Breaking Organization. I haven't seen it a few times. If you work hard, maybe you can become one of those people wearing white masks in the future."

While he was talking, the cardinal had already drank the bowl of blood with a drunken look on his face. In the process, the blood of the demi-human girl kept dripping along the iron bed and into the silver basin below.

There were sounds of swallowing and spitting around.

The true gentleman who was trying to catch a fish just felt a chill running down his spine.

He glanced around with his peripheral vision and saw those mysterious people wearing white masks looking at the cardinal fervently and longingly. In other words, what they longed for was actually the bowl of blood.

The protagonist of today's transformation ceremony is obviously not the cardinal. After he drank the first bowl of blood, his cold eyes seemed to be stained with a trace of blood. Then he raised the knife and cut the arteries of the girl's limbs. More

The blood gushed out and gathered into the silver basin, and the smell of blood gradually spread in the hall.ъìＱυＧΕtＶ.℃ǒΜ

This process lasted about half an hour.

Everyone waited silently.

Until the blood on the iron bed solidified, and no more drop of blood fell into the silver basin.

The cardinal picked up the silver basin that was half full of demihuman blood. The blood inside was as red and bright as a rose, just like the life of the demihuman girl that had passed away.

He placed the silver basin on the iron bed.

Then he took out a bunch of bottles and jars from his arms, and in fact, he added various alchemical reagents in proportion to the silver basin in a very orderly manner, until the blood in the silver basin turned as black as late at night, exuding a

A bad smell.

"The potions needed for the transformation ceremony have been prepared." Barna smiled sinisterly twice, "The birth of a Templar requires more than one transformation ceremony, but the more rituals you go through, the greater the probability of successful transformation.

, of course, there are also those who are successfully transformed in one go, which shows that he is very suitable for the blood of this group of demi-humans and has a high degree of absorption... Look, it is about to start..."

I saw the cardinal taking out something similar to a syringe, but compared to the syringes in modern society, this syringe can be said to be huge. It is as thick as an adult's arm. The needle is like a razor, and it is stained with stains.

Bloodstains, perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it a murder weapon.

At this time, a mysterious man wearing a white mask had already arrived in front of the cardinal.

You can't tell when you're sitting.

Now the mysterious man fully reveals his body.

The players discovered that this mysterious man was unusually tall.

In the Cairn Continent, being strong and tall means having a good base of resources.

It can be seen that even if these mysterious people are not of noble birth, at least they have adequate food and clothing.

"Kid, are you ready?"

This is the first time the players have heard the cardinal speak human language since entering the hall.

It's not as hoarse and hoarse as the devil as I imagined.

Instead, he is as gentle as a loving father.

But when compared with the bishop's cold eyes and the bloody and evil surrounding environment, such a voice seemed absurd, inconsistent and disgusting.

"Sir, I'm ready."

The mysterious man's voice was very young, with a hint of excitement and fanaticism.

Players can almost imagine it.

Under the white mask, there should be a face of a handsome young man.

"Very well, turn your back, my child."

The cardinal smiled and stared at the boy in front of him, turned around, then took the syringe and stabbed it into the spine of the boy's back.

"Uh-huh!"

The severe pain made the boy scream hoarsely.

The veins in his hands popped out, and there were two bloody marks on the armor.

But he tried his best to keep his body from moving.

Because now, he is receiving God's gift.

After a while, the ceremony ended.

All the prepared blood has been injected into the boy's spine.

He knelt on the ground weakly, panting.

Sweat poured down all over my body, as if I had just been fished out of the water.

"Sir, I did it..."

He shouted weakly, like a child asking for credit from his father.

"That's right, Folland, you did it. You are a very talented child." The cardinal touched the boy's head gently, and a hint of joy suddenly burst out in his eyes. He exclaimed: "I have already felt it.

Divine grace thrives within you!”

As if to respond to the bishop's expectations.

The young man pinched his neck and made a strange "ho ho" sound from his mouth. He lay on the ground, his limbs were weirdly twisted together, and he began to twitch violently.
Chapter completed!