In the dark and damp watermill, the huge wheel made a slow, tooth-aching squeaking sound.
The crimson moon illuminated a small area. In the middle, Su Ge was tightly bound to a strong wooden stake. He could not move at all and could only roar feebly.
With him as the center, the red moonlight pouring down from the roof was like substance, surrounding him, gradually accumulating, becoming more and more intense, and finally turned into a color like blood.
Tiny red threads slowly gathered in the air and slowly rotated with the dense red, like invisible dancers dancing in the moonlight.
Suddenly a red thread broke away from the rotation and stuck to Su Ge's arm, then another, and another.
Countless red threads covered Su Ge's body bit by bit, like thick soil or half-melted gum, so thick that in the end only a vague human shape could be seen.
Then the richness faded away, and the moonlight turned back to a reddish haze.
The first part of the ceremony ended, and as the host, Gratchi also looked surprised.
He took out the parchment in his hand and looked through the next steps. Although he had simulated these things countless times in his mind, he was still very nervous.
"Is this considered a success?"
Although the devil's aura was undeniable, the origin of the parchment still made Gratchi doubtful.
Even though the messenger knew the current situation in York City, the way he conveyed the information to himself was too bizarre.
Grachi closed his eyes to adjust his state. Now is not the time to think about these things. Completing the mission of the messenger and successfully performing the ceremony are the first things.
He focused his gaze on the human figure covered in a thick, viscous, plasma-like substance, nodded with satisfaction, and began to proceed with the following steps.
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"What is this?" Angdu exclaimed in a low voice.
Beside him, Cecia and Selin found their own secluded places to hide their bodies, their eyes fixed on the strange phenomenon in the watermill.
"It's hard to imagine that in a big city like York, someone is actually performing such a ritual secretly, and no one has discovered it yet." Selin turned to look at Cecia, "Do you know what kind of ritual this is? What are the conditions?
It doesn't seem complicated and can be completed by one person, but the effect is amazing, it can actually give birth to such a monster."
"Didn't Angdu say that he sensed the aura of the devil? Then this should be the devil, but the content of the ritual is unbelievable, and it actually uses the power of the crimson moon." Cecia replied.
"Who knows when the Crimson Moon appears? Is there a pattern?" Angdu asked.
"There is no pattern. The bishops of Faerun have been recording for more than ten years and still haven't figured out the pattern..." Cecia looked at Ondu with some doubts, wondering why he didn't even have the common sense to enter the mysterious realm.
Know.
"So, how did they know there would be a blood moon today?"
Cecia was stunned for a moment, realizing that she had thought wrong just now, while Selin next to her could hear the tremendous pressure from Ondu's words.
Among the six orthodox churches, no one has absolute confidence in predicting the time when the next crimson moon will appear. However, the people in the water mill can perform rituals when the crimson moon appears, and perform it perfectly.
Borrowed the power from it.
It would be unconvincing to say that the other party did not know when the Crimson Moon appeared, but just happened to meet such a time point, and finally attributed everything to luck.
"Only one person can perform such a complicated ritual..." Selin still seemed unable to believe it.
When they came to the watermill, they happened to see a huge human figure growing in size under the bloody moonlight, like a silkworm cocoon.
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Except for the person presiding over the ceremony, no one could be seen inside.
"One more question?" Ondu whispered again.
"Who left that bloodstain, that bloodstain that led us to this place? If we hadn't come here because of that bloodstain, although we would have discovered this vision, we would not have arrived as promptly as we did now.
When the time comes, it may be too late."
As he spoke, Angdu began to organize his equipment, and his eyes began to look at the waterwheel workshop firmly.
"After I enter the state, it is difficult to care about the things around me. Brother Selin, you know that."
Selin nodded slowly.
"Wait a minute Angdu, what are you going to do? We need to plan before we act..."
Before Cecia finished speaking, she saw a white figure flash past her.
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In the endless darkness, Su Ge could not make any move to resist.
Not only was it physically bound, but when those red blood-like substances fell on him, he felt that it was something that came from beyond his own knowledge.
These things are like ice. You will feel cold at first, but after a while, the place you touch will become numb, and eventually you will lose all sensation.
But the strange thing is that after these blood filaments cover your body, they will appear in a melted wax-like state. When they accumulate to a thick layer, they will drip to the ground because they cannot bear their own weight.
This is erosion.
Su Ge knew very well that when these bloodshot threads completely enveloped him, it was the time when he lost himself.
As time passed little by little, he was still unable to make any sound or make any movement, and could only watch his life being eroded little by little.
In such despair, the fear of death defeated him.
He escaped for a whole week. No matter how cold or hungry he was, he endured it with difficulty, and even took great risks to enter the city, but in the end he still could not escape the pursuit of death.
And he doesn't know how he will die. Will he meet the so-called devil? If he makes a deal with the devil, will he still be himself? Can he be resurrected?
After resurrection, will he return to his original world?
he does not know.
He also didn't know whether he would answer in the affirmative under the fear of death if a demon really appeared to make a deal with him.
At this moment, the red blood threads covering his entire body began to squirm again.
Only this time it was into his body.
It was as if countless extremely fine steel needles were frantically drilling into the pores of his body. His originally numb body regained consciousness, but the pain that followed went deep into his bones, making him want to bite off all his fingers and then bite them off.
All the organs were taken out, but he couldn't make any movements or make a sound.
Suddenly, an unknown thing broke into his mind and began to tear and devour it.
Soon his consciousness began to blur and became weaker and weaker, as if he was being eaten away by something. At the same time that his consciousness began to dissipate, he felt that foreign thing.
Extremely evil, extremely cold, as if a slippery hand reached in from the mouth and pinched the heart.
But the most terrifying thing is that Su Ge knows nothing about it.
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Gratchi walked around the blood-red figure several times, admiring silently.
He could feel the dark and twisted aura coming from the sacrifice. It was a pure demonic aura that would make everyone pay attention.
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People who watch gradually go crazy.
Grachi quickly withdrew his gaze and began to draw complicated and mysterious patterns around it. He poured half of the blood of the purple-faced goat that had been collected in advance on the ground, then solemnly placed the simple statue on top of Su Ge's head, and finally placed the
The remaining half of the purple-faced goat's blood dripped onto the statue.
Black and red with a little purple blood dripping down.
"The carrier of recovery is ready, next..."
Before he finished speaking, the blood was absorbed into the statue like a sponge absorbing water, and then a wave-like impact spread out from the statue. Affected by this strange wave, Su Ge, who was covered with a thick layer of blood, gradually began to change.
The semi-solidified blood began to melt, but not a drop fell. Instead, it gathered above the head without being affected by gravity, and then began to circle and condense into a long horn.
A large area of blood behind the back gathered together, spread out suddenly, and with a swipe sound, the blood films of the two bat wings formed, and the dripping blood on them slowly dripped.
Finally, a bit lower on the back, a whip-like shadow suddenly twitched out, waving in the air, making a whining sound in the air.
In the blink of an eye, an image that was magnified dozens of times and looked exactly like the statue appeared. Dim black-red flames appeared from the void and stuck to the wings and tail.
A small cracking sound was heard, and the air was filled with the smell of sulfur.
Glaci looked at the creature that was gradually changing and taking shape in front of him. He was so excited that he knelt down on the ground with a pious posture and could not stand up for a long time.
The blood-colored moon disappeared unknowingly, and the white moon shed bright light again, shining on the newly reborn creature. Around it, the flames burned silently in the soft silence.
Grachi raised his head and watched the sticky residue on the bloody creature fall down bit by bit, revealing its true appearance.
He suddenly saw the creature move its mouth, but did not hear any sound.
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Su Ge's consciousness became increasingly hazy.
It was as if in pure darkness, nothing could be felt, no sound could be heard, and no light could be seen.
At the last moment, Su Ge suddenly felt the burning heat in his heart again. In the endless darkness, he seemed to see a little light.
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Without any warning, a holy light suddenly descended on the watermill where a demonic ritual was being performed.
In the dazzling light, a figure full of sacred aura appeared.
The figure had translucent wings of light on its back, holding a golden spear in its hand, floating in the air, its whole body emitting a dazzling golden light, and its appearance could not be seen clearly.
The golden spear swept across, and the waves full of bright aura swept through the entire space like ocean waves, purifying all the items entangled with the evil aura.
The whole process was sudden and rapid. When Grachi came back to his senses, he found that not only the effects of the ritual had been wiped out, but also the demonic aura on the newborn demon had been completely purified.
The newly born demon seemed to be greatly hurt, and it looked up to the sky and roared silently.
And the golden figure floating in the air suddenly rose into the sky, broke the ceiling of the watermill, and came under the clean moonlight.
After a moment, the golden figure suddenly changed direction and rushed down. He held the spear in his backhand and raised it above his head. At the moment when it accumulated the most power, he suddenly threw it down.
"No!" Grachi roared in despair.
The spear flashed past like a meteor, passed through the chest of the newborn demon, and pierced into the ground.