Among the rare psychics in Mosobrey City, Jin Muri should be considered a benchmark figure.

He left his family and became an unemployed refugee, but he climbed to the position of adjutant of the Dayeth Mercenary Corps. In the power structure of this dungeon state, he even surpassed most magicians. For a man born in the city of Desolbrey, this can be regarded as a very inspiring legend.

And men who can climb to a high position in Mosoftre have some commonalities.

Strong, outstanding ability, and always guard against all priestesses.

For example, a powerful psychic like Jin Muri and Leki, who masters divine and arcane at the same time, seems cynical, but is actually a bald leader who is hidden.

The most important thing is to let the proud priestess understand that once the bottom line is broken, these seemingly respectful Drow men will also bring threats to the other party. The ruins of many ancient families in Mosoft City were destroyed, and Lake Tonygaton is still there today!

And the negative examples are not missing.

Once upon a time, there was a talented swordsman in the city of Mosobula. He was a natural killer and a strong man born for battle. Even if he was a martial arts master from the first family, he could only choose to give in under the genius's golden sword.

Such a fighting master, even Ban Rui's mistress would give him a respect, but this genius swordsman sold himself to the family of a less outstanding nobleman Du Aodeng because of love, because of the untrustworthy love in the Zhuoer society.

From then on, the former legendary swordsman became the attendant father of the Du Audden family. Under the command of the arrogant, stupid and ambitious mistress of the Du Audden family, he turned into a rusty iron sword. Even the heartless bald leader of the Dayette Mercenary Group sometimes felt deeply moved by the depravity of this combat expert and his blind love.

The residents of Mosobrey City are the most realistic. A powerful psychic who can compete with Jin Muri can indeed make most priestesses weigh the consequences of using him as a sacrifice. Except for the mistress of the eight ruling families, no one can threaten Mo Yun's life.

"...But this is impossible in itself, the spider's kiss is about to begin."

“There are always so-called shortcuts and tricks in this world, aren’t it?”

Just as this extremely uneasy conversation was in Mo Yun's heart, outside the temple where the grand ceremony was held by Banrui's house, the high-level priest Soantu Banrui was spinning around nervously with his hands behind his back.

Soantu is an alien to the Banrui family. Although she is noble, she is cowardly by nature. Such shortcomings are not a big problem in the family of the aristocratic family. As long as she fulfills the obligation of a noble woman, she can spend the rest of her life safely.

But in the city of Mosoft, cowardice is synonymous with death. However, Soantu still tried hard to find her way of survival. She believed in the goddess Rose more devoutly than every priestess, and gave up all the pleasures of the Drow nobles, and stayed in the temple with concentration, allowing her spirit to connect to the deep pit demon net of the Spider God Queen.

This rare devout believer was a rare creature in the long time after the Spider God, and also gave Soantu a special divine grace. Rose descended the oracle and gave this precious devout priest a special grace. As long as she stayed in the temple where she served Rose, the priestesses in Mosoft City would not harm her in any way.

Of course, no Zoer will hurt this famous "useless Soantu", because killing her will be of no benefit, such a useless Ban Rui hiding in the sacred hall is not worthy of the efforts of the mistresses.

But at this moment, Soantu twisted his fingers uneasily and scolded the female soldiers of the Banrui family. Although these girls who did not have the status of priests could not get the snake-headed whip, they were still the best whipmen.

"Listen, girls." Soantu stammered, "Before the great sacrifice of Spider Kiss, all sacrificers will walk through this web path with their offerings. Your mission is to wave your whip so that the sacrifices can understand that they are always lowly men. However, the city of Mosoft has its own laws, and you must abide by them!"

While reciting the Scriptures, Soantu's voice finally became a little fluent: "The sacrifices brought by the mistresses are not the only ones who have the other priests and soldiers have no right to whip him. You can cut their clothes with whips and swords with whips, but you cannot harm the sacrifices themselves. Only the sacrifices of soldiers and trainee priests are allowed to be disposed of at will, but it is very important that you cannot harm the sacrificers!"

After reciting the scriptures, Soantu returned to his usual cringe, looking at the door of the temple she loved the most, hoping to leave immediately by these female soldiers, and then kneel in front of Rose's statue, and spend all his time copying the scriptures.

But her eyes turned and she found the person she was going to meet, the waste priest who was guarding the prison.

It should be said that what appeared in front of her was a Zhaoer woman who had restored her youth and beauty and looked extremely energetic.

"You seem to have found a way to restore your appearance, the devastated one." He called out the other party's title dryly. Soantu glanced at it and ordered at the fastest speed: "Look for a man for me. As long as he is still a drown, his face will not be difficult to see, which will make me embarrassed. Then that's fine. There should be such a prisoner in your prison!"

The priestess, known as the "Destroyer", bowed happily and replied: "Your request is not difficult to meet. In the offering sent by the mistress of the Obroxa family, there is a pair of lovely Drow brothers, but their bloodlines are relatively low and they do not come from a high-ranking noble family with a long history."

"The bloodline is low..." After hesitating for a moment, Soantu shook his head, "I only need a sacrifice to praise the spider. Except for the humble men, I will prepare more treasures as sacrifices. The bloodline is low. I hope that you can bring me the sacrifice on my way to the Spider's Kiss!"

The "destroyer" bowed happily: "Your request will be met, after all, I came to serve that adult."

...

………

"The little bad guy with a smooth mouth." He said softly, and Yu Yuan Taiyijun, who was standing on the observatory at the top of the Black Staff Tower, played with the toy in his hand using a short tube forged in black alloy, and created a ignition device at the handle.

Yes, this is a flintlock rifle, and it is the work of believers of Ogma, the god of knowledge and invention.

Accompanied by Yuan Taiyijun, the person who admired the confiscated smuggling weapons, was Kelben, the lord of Deep Water City.

This legendary magician with a bad temper, with his famous black and white short hair, just as many people mocked him, Kelben's hair and beard showed a striped distribution of black and white, which was also the culprit for being called "old skunk" in private.

Of course, even the voters of the tyrant god Bann would not be so stupid that they would call out the nickname of Kelbourne when facing him.

"It is said that the Flintlock trading is prohibited in Deepwater City. Is this the order of the City Lord?"

To the new neighbor in front of him, Kelben still replied calmly: "The flintlock is an excellent invention, but banning its circulation is good for the city until Deep Water City has completely mastered it. After all, the mages and priests of this city have always been the attention of the assassins."

"I agree with you, Your Excellency Kelbourne. But negative defense is not always a reasonable measure. More often, we need to take the initiative." As he said that, Taiyijun Xiayuan picked up the flintlock rifle and gestured to the north.

Of course there are many enemies in Deepwater City, but Kelben believes that this new owner of Skull Port or Coral Cup Platform does not mean to cooperate in depth with Deepwater City.

Moreover, Kelben is very familiar with the other party's argument: radicals in the Harpist Alliance, crazy believers of Lansendall, the Lord of the Dawn, and other characters have all had this argument of "taking the initiative to attack evil."

But as the lord of Deep Water City, Kelben believes that order and balance are the key to the survival of the good power.

Otherwise, he would not tolerate the existence of an underground slum like Skull Port with criminals rampant.

"I thought you were a wise man with a long-term vision."

"The long-term vision is said very well. If you want to have a long-term vision, you must have profound insight into a country and a civilization, which includes the essence of social operations and the fundamentals of geopolitical limitations. Only by grasping the core of contradictions can actions have value."

“What do you want to say?”

"I am going to organize an expedition. Please tell your beautiful sister-in-law, the freshman Coral Cup Platform hopes that the Strolling Court Temple will help maintain order in the near future."

To this answer, Kelben responded cautiously: "Deepwater City will not interfere with your expedition, but only hopes to keep the city peaceful and prosperous."

...

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All the priests in Mosobrey City, whether they are the noble mistresses or the trainees who have worked hard in the Spider Academy, walked in the spider web path of the Banrui family according to their ranks in the Way of Rose.

It was a long spider web that was separated from the magical artifact of guarding Ban Rui's family. All the female soldiers of Ban Rui's family were waiting on both sides of the spider web with their swords and long whips.

Every mistress who walked on the spider web path pulled a long rope. The Drow man who was chosen as a sacrifice was only allowed to wear a rough and thorny vest, like the lowest-class goblin slave, showing the anger of the spider-behind.

The sacrifice of the mistresses put on slave neck rings was a talented young mage and an excellent warrior. Perhaps it was just because of a mistake or a slight resistance that made the mistresses disliked, and they ended up like this.

The dark, strong body was covered with various torture scars. Their eyelids were stitched together, and their hands were bound by magic to form clenched fists. They could only be pulled on their necks like the Los beast to be slaughtered, crawling forward with their elbows and knees.

After the mistresses of various families, the priests dragged their dying prey immediately.

Unlike the mistress, ordinary priests tend to be more concerned with torture and abuse, as if this was their only pleasure. If the sacrifice ceremony had not required these poor drowns to live until the moment they were dismantled, most of them would not have lived on the altar.

Especially the priests of the Shurenliot family, the family women nicknamed "Fat Sisters" have always been known for their stout figures as bears. It seems that to prove this, the priests of the Shurenliot family hunted young mages with slender figures and weak faces. Priestesses who were like small trolls, dragged their blood all over their bodies, and even the sensitive points on their bodies were broken. Even the female soldiers of the Banrui family felt disgusted.

Behind the line, Soantu, suffering from severe social phobia, and the devastated people who served her, casually pulled their offerings to tame the brothers Hokun and Coren.

The soldiers of the Banrui family knew that these two lonely "home" women had special qualities and were too lazy to wave their whips at Huo Kun and Columb. If it weren't for the wounds of the brothers biting bloodthirsty mushrooms, they would have become the only pair of happy sacrifices for this evil high sacrifice.

The women in the lower class who were allowed to participate in this high festival were almost rarely seen in single-digit female mages of Shambala family, female warriors with outstanding martial arts, and outstanding students from the Spider Academy.

But these women in the middle and lower classes of power hierarchy of Zoer society and their prey are no longer valued.

Mo Yun and his hunters were also in this last team.

The young scout's weapons, including crossbow arrows disguised as wrist guards and daggers tied to his legs, were all plundered. Just like most of the sacrificed Dow, he was left with only a narrow broken animal skin, barely covering his shame.

But the young priest who was about to take his prey to the spider web path was still not satisfied. Finally, she stared at the chalcedony amulet on Mo Yun's neck and stretched out her hand: "The offering should not be worn with such rough ornaments!"

Just as she held the amulet of the chalcedony, Mo Yun's heart, the ghost holding the scroll suddenly opened his eyes and shouted: "Du!"

With a "du", the chalcedony amulet changed its shape in an instant, turning into a long red needle, which suddenly pierced the girl's palm.

There was a fire flow that passed through the wound in the palm of the palm, moved with the blood and qi, and went straight into the brain uterus!

In a blink of an eye, an ancient talisman character was created in the brain palace, shaped like a lotus seed, planted deep in it.

It was at this moment that the girl's eyes flashed slightly, then she changed into a look of extreme impatientness and gently pulled Ramoyun's neck ring: "Have you patient for a little bit, little devil."

Mo Yun just nodded, just like most of the desperate Zhuoer who was already tortured, letting the girl who had changed her core pull her onto the spider web path.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!