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When the high-pitched male voice came into his mind, Aaron finally knew what this familiar melody was.

Drinking song!

The melody is exactly the same, and even the lyrics are exactly the same and incomprehensible.

But isn’t this a different world?

Why can I hear drinking songs here?

Deathmaw finally put away his baton, but the band still played.

All the musicians' eyes were dull and they continued to play the instruments in their hands mechanically.

Their eye sockets are sunken, their skin is sagging, and wrinkles creep onto their cheeks, while their bodies are wasting away rapidly.

At this moment, they were more like a group of skeletons wearing human skin, completely unable to look like they had not long ago.

The Throat of Death is controlling their souls, using their lives to play the final score of their lives.

All sounds were forcibly suppressed, leaving only magnificent music in the empty and chaotic dance hall.

"Let's go!" Seeing the chaotic battle situation in front of him slow down slightly, Aaron shouted loudly.

If you don’t leave, it might be too late!

It was this group of cerebral palsy nobles who stopped us and delayed us for a long time. If we don’t leave now, I’m afraid we really won’t be able to leave!

I don’t know if it’s a little bit of luck in misfortune, but before Sartre could figure out what ritual to use to dispel the evil ritual of the human-faced rat, the singing of Death Throat woke everyone up first.

The pressure from superior creatures and the threat of death are the best sober medicine. When the chill comes to the heart, everyone will think calmly from the bottom of their hearts.

Death's Throat paid no attention to the chaos at the gate. All he cared about was singing, praising, and incurring death.

However, before he could exert his strength, something strange happened again in the hall.

The corpses lying on the ground began to shrink crazily, but their palms turned blue and black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Creeping hands!

Just like the first note before the beginning of a grand music, as the first palm moved tentatively and broke free from the constraints of the corpse, dozens of crawling hands of different sizes also joined the feast.

Aaron had no time to check what was going on behind him. As he passed through the crowd, he grabbed Alice who was still dazed and pulled hard.

Well, no pulling.

"Why are you standing there, run away!" Aaron glared at Alice.

It’s already this time, do you still have time to be dazed?

If this was his fiancée, he wouldn't want to waste his time.

How dare she take the lead and charge directly into the crowd?

Although there is a reason for provoking a cult ritual, this is too impulsive.

Alice woke up from a dream and subconsciously gave up struggling, letting Aaron drag her out the door.

The incident happened so suddenly that the nobles had not yet come to their senses and were still sorting out their memories.

They only remembered that the people from Iris rushed over just now, and then for some reason, they started fighting after saying a few words.

There seems to be some influence from cultists?

They are still reminiscing, but they have already wasted a lot of time.

A thin sound sounded, and a group of creeping hands approached quickly like eight-clawed spiders.

Although a sharp-eyed nobleman had discovered it, it was too late.

Several extraordinary creeping hands took the lead in attacking.

The solid ground softened in the blink of an eye, and palms of earth and stone grew out one after another, tightly grabbing the calves of a few unlucky people.

Immediately afterwards, one or two creeping hands transformed from sword-type extraordinary people pounced on them, leaving little room for those nobles to react.

Like a pack of wolves tearing apart, a nobleman was torn apart in just a few strokes.

The next moment, the unlucky guy's limbs shrank rapidly, and his right hand turned blue-black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Meng Ji was half grown up on Siosande, and she even had time to turn around and look around, "I didn't expect this to be a large-scale ceremony..."

Sartre subconsciously turned his head and looked around, his steps slowed down, and his eyes showed shock.

"Is Baars crazy? A hand-chopping ceremony that covers the entire hall? Isn't he afraid of being discovered?!"

The next moment, he couldn't help but glance at the second floor, where the battle was still fierce, and looked at each other again.

Even Siosande couldn't help but swallow his saliva, surprised by this large-scale cult ceremony.

The larger the ceremony, the more materials need to be prepared, and correspondingly, the difficulty will increase exponentially.

A transformation ritual like Tion's is just for a single target. It may only require simple ritual knowledge, and it may not even require all the casting materials.

However, once a large-scale ceremony is involved, spices, core materials and even ritual engravings become crucial.

Without the control of auxiliary means, if you hold a ceremony rashly, even if you can gather unparalleled power, it will still be like a three-year-old child wielding a heavy sword, and you will suffer backlash if you are not careful.

Without spices and other auxiliary means to neutralize, once the ritual goes out of control, the entire city lord's palace may be affected, and even the entire city of Leiden may be affected!

Isn't Bars afraid that this large-scale ceremony will be discovered by others?

He dares to reach an agreement with the cultists and allow the cultists to perform rituals for Tien in the city lord's palace. Does he really dare to let the cultists arrange cult rituals in the hall of the city lord's palace?

If you are discovered or seen through, you really won’t be able to find any room to defend yourself.

Thinking of this, Sartre's face became a little more solemn, and he suddenly reminded loudly: "Wait a minute, Siosande, evil detection!"

The psychic powder on his body has been used up, and time is tight at this time, and he cannot open the spice box to take out the spices before performing the ceremony.

Siosande frowned slightly and lightly snapped his fingers, and Meng Ji, who was attached to him, did the same.

A circle of azure halo spread out like water waves. It was clear that there was nothing in front of it, but the water waves seemed to hit something not far away and bounced back.

This is……

Siosande's expression turned ugly, "Ritual barrier! Damn it, if you want to get out, it will take some time."

Everyone's expressions became a little more solemn.

There are many characteristics of ritual barriers. Some will cause harm to those who try to break through the barrier, some will mark those who pass through, and some will simply form a shield to temporarily prevent those who break through the barrier.

Although I don't know whether this ritual barrier is internal or external, but according to Bals's urine, he will probably not be very merciful in setting up the ritual barrier.

Even for a Star Tower expert like Sartre, who is proficient in rituals and spices, it will take time to break the ritual barrier.

However, what they lack most is time.

"How on earth did Bars do it..." Aaron muttered to himself, looking back subconsciously.

However, the next moment, some terrible inference came into his mind.

Previously, he had always thought that Baers was just cooperating with the cultists, but if...

What if Baals is a cultist himself?

At the same time, an astonishing cult atmosphere erupted on the second floor of the City Lord's Mansion.