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Screaming gods, begging for mercy, wailing.

Various sounds gradually became lower and lower, and finally only the strange sound of breathing echoed in the air.

Several people wrapped in thick black robes placed the corpses in the magic circle according to strange patterns. The gurgling blood dyed the magic circle scarlet. The flowing blood followed the tunnel dug in advance, forming a An array within an array.

And that weird breathing sound came from the strange star-shaped magic array constructed of blood.

A man wrapped in a red robe stood outside the magic circle, watching all this coldly. After all the corpses were placed and the men in black robes came out, he took out a heavy book with a golden cover and recited a lengthy incantation.

The voice he chanted was very small, but it had an uncomfortable rhythm. As he chanted the incantation, the strange breathing sound inside the magic circle became stronger and stronger, and in the end it was like a bellows, whirring and whirring non-stop.

Not only that, the ground of the star-shaped magic circle transformed from blood also trembled, as if there was a heart hidden in it. The breathing became louder and louder, and the ground shook more and more violently. It seemed as if something terrifying was hiding underground and might come out at any time.

But just when the strange breathing sounds and the trembling of the ground reached their peak, the man in red robe stopped.

"That's enough," he whispered in a harsh voice, "That's it."

After saying that, he took the men in black robes and left without even looking back, leaving only the magic circle that was still breathing and the ground that was constantly shaking.

About half an hour later, accompanied by the rapid sound of horse hooves, a group of holy warriors roared in. They looked at the dozens of corpses strewn about on the ground, listened to the strange breathing sounds, and looked at the ground that was still shaking slightly, with their brows furrowed.

"It is indeed a desecration of the magic circle!" the middle-aged paladin who led it said angrily, "This is already the third time! Which evil organization is conducting such evil sacrifices!"

Several paladins nearby were already busy. They took out the refined high-purity holy water and poured it towards the magic circle. The seemingly ordinary holy water fell into the magic circle, but it made a sizzling sound like falling on a red-hot iron block. There were even bursts of black smoke rising, and then dissipated under the spells of the priests, leaving nothing behind. The slightest trace.

The strange breathing slowly weakened, and the tremors on the ground slowly subsided. In the end, except for the traces of massacre, even the painted magic circle disappeared.

"What are those people thinking?" Until then, the priests had no time to chat. A young paladin asked the resting priest, "They could obviously seize the time to complete the summons before we arrived, but why did they only do it normally and then stop? It happened three times in a row."

"Probably because they themselves are actually very afraid of those terrifying monsters from the lower planes." The old priest said, "Those kind of things don't understand what it means to be friendly, let alone any rules or etiquette. For them, Life is about constant fighting and devouring. Once they are summoned to the world, the one who summons them will definitely be the first to suffer."

"In that case, why do they still summon these things?" the paladin asked.

The old priest shook his head: "I don't know. To be honest, I'm just as confused as you. Over the years, I have fought countless cultists and careerists, and there is no such thing as 'danger' or 'interest' in those guys' minds." They are almost half crazy. As long as they can summon those monsters from the lower planes, let alone murder and sacrifice, it will be no problem even if they use themselves as sacrifices like those who cherish their lives these three times. Cultists, I’ve never heard of them before.”

"Could they have some other conspiracy?"

"It's possible... No, it should be said that they must have other conspiracy, but we haven't discovered it yet."

"Stop talking nonsense!" The leader of the paladin interrupted their chat, "hurry up and purify. After the purification is completed here, we will continue to hunt down those brutal villains!"

The paladin and the priest nodded together and hurriedly continued their work.

They drove a silver spike engraved with the Holy Symbol into the ground, exactly where it once beat like a heart. After the long silver nails were driven into the ground, nothing happened at first. But when the priest opened the holy book and sang the praises of the gods in a deep voice, the silver nails vibrated violently, and there were even roars and curses coming from the ground. issue.

That voice contains frightening power. Most people will become dizzy just by listening to one sentence. If they listen too much, they will fall into coma. They may even suffer serious soul damage and sink into the deepest dream. They will be troubled by nightmares and cannot escape. Die.

But the priests were already prepared. When the roars and curses sounded, each of them glowed with a faint white light. That was the holy symbol they carried with them. It was working at the moment. The partition came from the lower level. The temptation and curse of the plane.

After a long time, the roars and curses finally disappeared completely, and the ground returned to its previous appearance - no, it was different from before. If you look carefully, you can see that the ground is glowing with a faint blue-white color, which makes people look at it. There is a sacred feeling.

"It's done." The priest who presided over the ceremony said, "This place will never be used as a place for demon sacrifice and summoning again."

The older paladin nodded, sighed, and said, "The number of victims has exceeded 40. I really hope that the gangsters can be caught as soon as possible!"

"It's not easy. They always do this. They run away halfway through the ceremony. When we arrive, we are busy trying to stop the ceremony from being completed. By the time we are done, they have already run away." A paladin said angrily, "We need more manpower!"

"That's impossible." The paladin leader shook his head, "I have already mobilized all the manpower that can be mobilized in this area. Even if we want to increase it, there is no one to increase it."

"I think... we can find external help." The old priest suggested, "If our church alone is not enough, we can also pull in the churches of other good gods."

The paladin leader pondered for a while and still shook his head.

"I always feel that what those people are going to do is not so simple. Maybe they are setting a trap to lure us to gather all the clergy of the nearby good gods and then catch us all in one fell swoop..."

"Goodness will definitely defeat evil!" a young paladin shouted.

"Goodness will definitely defeat evil, that's from a historical perspective. But history has its twists and turns. In history, large-scale evil has prevailed, and it has happened more than once." The leader of the Holy Knights shook his head, "So we can't take it lightly, we must ensure victory!"

They discussed for a long time, and finally made up their minds. They got on their horses again and chased after the horseshoe prints left by the group of black-robed people.

No matter what, they can't let this group of crazy villains go!

Take a break and write the next chapter...