Deep Sea Embers

Chila——

The vicious spikes pierced through the flesh and blood, leaving another meaningless heavy wound on the already scarred body, but the whispers and roars in the ear suddenly became excited, and those blasphemous creatures seemed to be because of this. Satisfied with a successful hit, he made a disgusting noise.

Agatha raised her hand, and used her cane to push back the Annihilation Cultist who was covered in bone spurs and had almost completely lost her human form. There was a crisp and piercing snapping sound next to her ears.

The sound made her stunned for less than a second, and then she realized that it was the sound of her combat cane breaking.

The weapon that had been with me for many years was broken, and it had persisted to the last step in the face of the inexhaustible enemies.

"You have done a good job, Miss Gatekeeper," said the disgusting, pretentious voice again, "as a sacrifice, although proper preparation activities can help the effect of the sacrifice ceremony, excessive exercise can be harmful. Not a good thing."

Holding the broken cane, Agatha raised her head bit by bit. The dry blood made her only able to open one eye. In the narrow and reddened field of vision, she was finally able to see the scene in the hall clearly. .

The weird shadowy environment faded away, and what appeared in her eyes was the center of the sewer that had been completely transformed into a sacrificial place. Dirty and profane symbols and erosion marks could be seen everywhere on the walls and corridors in all directions, like some kind of stalagmites or dry branches Something like that covered the roof above, and on the floor of the hall in front, was a huge "pool"——

That used to be the ground, but now it has been corroded into a huge pothole. The big pit is full of black, mud-like sticky things. The mud is slowly churning, and there are disgusting wriggling sounds one after another.

Countless Annihilation Cultists surrounded this hall. They, and the ghostly demons accompanying them, were like swarms of insects waiting around the stinking cauldron, murmuring prayers and maddened lows towards the dark pool of mud in the center of the hall. Roar, and that pool of mud became more and more full and more active in this noise-like prayer.

This is a sacrifice scene, and they are waiting for the final sacrifice, and the "sacrifice" in the minds of these lunatics is the gatekeeper of the Frost City State.

They also copied another gatekeeper before that, and now that gatekeeper is also arriving at a sacrifice site.

"What you think is an action of free will is actually just moving towards the predetermined stage. Don't you think this arrangement is very...beautiful?"

In the middle of that pool of black mud, a young man with short blond hair opened his hands towards Agatha. He still had a handsome face, but his entire lower body had turned into a swollen and wriggling accumulation. At this moment, he was impressively Some kind of "tentacle end" extended and deformed by that pool of mud, imitating the appearance of a human being in a disgusting way.

"Okay, the time is almost up, and you have adapted to the environment here, now take a step forward, the time of sacrifice has come."

On the edge of the pool of mud, a tentacle-like limb gradually rose. It grew out of the mud, but its end gradually turned into a hard and sharp structure like a dagger.

The sacrificial tentacle, which took people's lives, slowly moved towards Agatha's direction.

Agatha just looked at it quietly, and suddenly said in a low voice, "It's almost...it's at this position..."

She slowly reached out to her chest.

But in the next second, her movements suddenly stopped.

At this moment, she lost control of her body.

"I know you want to do something, some kind of... action that's not in our plans."

In the suddenly dull perception, she heard the voice of the blond young man coming from the opposite side. She tried her best to raise her head, but she could only see the figure of the other party at the edge of her field of vision.

"But unfortunately, in order to prevent the sacrificial offerings from getting out of control, we have been preparing 'safety measures' from the beginning - haven't you noticed? You have eliminated so many fakes along the way, and even eliminated a dozen of me Avatars, all of this... is actually just a little bit of binding you to this mirrored city.

"Do you feel that you are more and more able to perceive the location of this sanctuary? Do you feel that you can 'smell' more and more clearly the smell of us 'heretics'? Have you ever thought about why there is such a change? ?

"Quite simply, you were one of us before you got here, ma'am."

Agatha finally raised her head. In front of her, the sharp thorn was approaching her heart little by little, but her body was still unable to move.

Now, she finally understands the sense of disobedience she felt all the way here, and understands why these cultists have sent so many cannon fodder to engage in "attrition tactics" with her in vain.

Everything is for subtle pollution.

In the next second, the sharp spike pierced into her heart without any delay.

In the pool of mud, the blond cultist raised his hands suddenly, and at the moment the gatekeeper's heart was pierced, he prayed ecstatically: "The sacrifice has been offered! The life of this saint will be the first step in the coming of the kingdom of our Lord." ! Shout out the name of the Holy Lord and welcome the promised day!"

In an instant, all the cultists in the hall shouted, and those horribly deformed figures that coexisted with the devil fell into ecstasy, shouting the name of the Youshen Holy Lord in a frenzy, and some people waved the dagger they carried with them, They frantically cut through their own flesh and blood, and poured their own blood into the surging black mud in the center of the hall. Even the demons beside them fell into a frenzy, making all kinds of crazy howls!

However, amidst such crazy howls, the black matter in the mud pool only surged violently for a few seconds, and then gradually returned to calm.

The blond cultist in the center of the "pool" finally noticed something strange. He woke up suddenly from ecstasy, looked at the pool that was returning to calm in astonishment, and then looked at the sharp thorn that pierced the saint's heart. The gatekeeper who was standing on the edge of the sacrificial field.

The bruised and pale gatekeeper.

"...you have no life?!" The madman finally lost his arrogance and demeanor, and pointed at Agatha in astonishment, "You...why are you a corpse?!"

Agatha looked at him calmly, and at this moment, a smile finally appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Although I didn't understand their ultimate purpose before, as a gatekeeper, how could I not notice the violation and changes in my body..."

While speaking, she slowly raised her arms, as if the sacrificial ceremony had expired, and she felt that the body was gradually returning to her control.

"After realizing that you were just trying to lure me to the gathering place, and realizing that this might be some kind of life-demanding sacrificial ceremony, I did one thing..."

She grasped the sharp thorn that pierced her heart bit by bit, and gradually tightened her fingers, while strands of green flames flowed between her fingers, penetrating towards the sharp thorn.

She raised her eyes to the cultist in the pool of mud.

"All heretical sacrifices are based on blood—I drained my blood."

"You...you know what you've done!?" The lunatic's eyes were wide open, and the finger pointing at Agatha trembled violently, "You...you..."

"It's okay, it's all trivial." Agatha just smiled and shook her head, more and more flames were escaping from her fingers, "It would be nice if I could send the fire..."

"What did you say..."

The cultist in the mud pool subconsciously opened his mouth, but before he could finish his words, another deafening roar suddenly came from the other end of the assembly hall, and the earth-shattering movement instantly destroyed the last sustaining force in this sacrificial ceremony— —

A gate in the depths of the meeting place, as well as a large wall next to the gate, were completely blown away by high explosives!

"boom!!"

The earth and rocks disintegrated, the cement flew, and the fragments of the gate and countless black strange substances mixed in it swept into the assembly hall like fragments of shells. The few cultists closest to the gate were blown out on the spot, and the rest The believers exclaimed——

"They broke through the gate!"

"Impossible! They haven't been able to break through for decades...how could a group of phantoms break their own cycle!?"

In the center of the mud pool, the blond leader of the cult turned his head in shock to look in the direction of the explosion, but before he could clearly see the figures rushing in from the opposite side of the Thorn Gate, a green flame soaring into the sky appeared in his field of vision The edge rises.

He turned his gaze, and saw that the sacrifice that was supposed to be dedicated to the Lord Youshen had been wrapped in flames, and was burning fiercely in a terrifying spiritual body flame!

At the moment when the gate in the depths of the meeting place was blasted, Agatha finally broke free from the control of the sacrificial ceremony. In this extremely short period of time, she ignited the fire.

The fuel is herself.

The spiritual fire rises!

In the field of vision suddenly filled with faint green flames, Agatha saw a big hole in the wall opposite the "pool" had collapsed, and a group of people who looked like sailors, burning with the same green flames as herself, rushed into the hall.

The flames on their bodies resonated strongly with the kindling that was lit on their bodies.

Agatha smiled.

Knowledge entered her mind, and she already understood.

In the raging flames, she slowly opened her hands and raised them upwards as if to greet her.

"The fire is lit."