Lord of the Secret Art!

"The scale is indeed not enough."

Flynn recalled the sacrificial ceremony he had seen before, and nodded.

In the previous village, there were only dozens of houses in total, and there were only more than one hundred people in total.

According to the records in the mysterious related books that I have seen, offering more than a hundred people as sacrifices should only have a promotion effect on the cultists before the third ring.

This cultist has reached the middle ring, even if it is only the fifth ring at the lowest level, but he has reached the middle ring after all.

It stands to reason that the sacrificial ceremony of that scale just now should have no effect on her improvement.

"There are also abnormalities discovered before. The sacrificial ceremony pattern is too simple."

Julie looked at the sacrificial ceremony pattern that Shirley Bernard had drawn.

It is the same as the sacrificial ceremony pattern seen in that village before, it is also extremely simple, even without adding any mysterious materials, it is only drawn with blood.

It's hard to imagine that such a simple sacrificial ceremony pattern can be successfully launched.

Flynn frowned and thought about it. After a while, his heart suddenly moved, and he had a guess.

"Maybe it has something to do with the evil god Mist Lord."

"Is it related to the evil god Mist Lord? You mean because the evil god Mist Lord has used the singularity to infiltrate power into this world.

That's why the simple sacrificial ceremony can initiate the sacrifice, and the smaller-scale sacrifice can obtain the effect that can only be obtained by the larger-scale sacrifice in the past? "

Hearing Flynn's reminder, Julie immediately understood what Flynn was trying to express.

"Yes, ordinary evil gods offer sacrifices, and evil gods cannot infiltrate their power into this world, so more complicated ritual patterns and larger sacrifices are required."

"But the Lord of Mist has infiltrated his power into this world, so the requirements for sacrifices should be greatly reduced."

Flynn expressed his conjecture.

"This is not the first time that the singularity has appeared. If it really leads to a significant reduction in the demand for sacrifices, it is impossible for the General Administration not to know. Is there no such thing in the information that the General Administration disclosed to you?"

"No, but it's not that the General Administration didn't know about it, but it should have been deliberately concealed."

Flynn said thoughtfully.

The infiltration of the power of evil gods will lead to a significant reduction in the requirements for sacrifices. This is information that does not help them much in their search, but it is enough to attract some people to take risks.

Imagine that a supernatural sacrifice that originally required a sacrifice of millions of people and a lot of preparation to be complete, only needs a very short time to prepare, and only needs to sacrifice less than a hundred thousand people to be successful.

Such conditions can be met by any small city, and the possibility of success will become extremely high.

Will there be someone who can't bear the temptation to take the risk and become a follower of the Lord of Mist, thereby becoming extraordinary?

Such people exist, such as the elder Oguchi One who betrayed the security bureau before.

If the other party encounters such an opportunity before joining the hell ghost, he may decisively choose to become a follower of the Mist Lord, and make himself a transcendent with a sacrifice with greatly simplified conditions.

It was precisely because of this possibility that the Security Bureau deliberately blocked the relevant information.

"Indeed, the less people know about such news, the better."

Understanding what Flynn was thinking, Julie nodded.

Not only is this news not very helpful to the search, but it may cause some unnecessary troubles. It is not difficult for the Security Bureau to block this news.

Borrowing a house from the villagers, the three of Flynn entered the house with the unconscious Shirley Bernard, preparing to interrogate Shirley Bernard in this house.

"Bondage."

Ai Xi launched the secret art Parasitic Tree, and thick purple vines grew one after another on one wall of the house.

The purple vines wrapped around the hands, feet, and body of the unconscious Shirley Bernard, rolled up the unconscious Shirley Bernard, and tied Shirley Bernard to the wall.

"Release the drug."

Aixi used the extraordinary ability of drugging, one of the extraordinary abilities of the parasitic tree of secret art.

The tip of one of the vines became sharp and stabbed Shirley Bernard's body, injecting a medicinal ingredient into Shirley Bernard's body.

As this drug ingredient was injected into Shirley Bernard's body, the comatose Shirley Bernard woke up.

"Caught!"

Opening her eyes, Shirley Bernard saw the three of Flynn in the room, and her complexion immediately changed drastically, knowing that she must have been arrested.

"Aerosolization."

Realizing that her hands, feet, and body were bound by vines, Shirley Bernard immediately used the extraordinary ability of atomization, hoping to use the atomization of her body to get rid of the shackles of the vines.

But she immediately panicked and found that her extraordinary atomization ability had disappeared.

Not only the extraordinary ability of fogging, but she soon discovered that even the extraordinary ability to create monkey fog monsters had also disappeared.

"What did you do to me?"

Shirley Bernard looked at the three of Flynn with anger and hatred.

It was hard to get the power to change fate, but these three people used some unknown method to make it disappear. One can imagine her anger and hatred at this time.

"That's not what you need to know."

Flynn said in a cold voice.

Naturally, it is impossible for him to explain to a heretic with good intentions and tell her: Your ability has not disappeared, it has just been sealed, and it will be restored after 24 hours.

"Give back my ability, give me back my ability..."

Shirley Bernard struggled angrily, as if falling into madness.

Nothing is more infuriating than losing power to a man who once gained power and experienced the beauty of power.

"Quiet."

Aixi snorted coldly. She hated the cultists, so naturally she would not be used to them.

Snapped!

A thorny vine turned into a long whip, and slammed Shirley Bernard's body fiercely, causing Shirley Bernard's body to be ripped apart, causing a burst of severe pain.

"ah--"

Shirley Bernard screamed, her face twitching from the pain.

Fearing that he would continue to be beaten, he resolutely stopped going mad.

"I can tell you whatever you want to know, as long as I return my ability, as long as I can be released."

After she stopped being mad, Shirley Bernard turned to negotiate terms with the three of Flynn.

"unnecessary."

Flynn said coldly.

He took out the soul mask, put it on his face, and then activated the dream ability of the soul mask.

Invisible fluctuations swept over everyone in the room. Flynn, Julie, Essie, and Shirley Bernard, who was tied to the vine, all entered the ruined dream space.

Entering the dream space, the vines bound to Shirley Bernard's body disappeared, but Shirley Bernard regained her freedom.

But only for a moment.

Swish!

Aixi beckoned, and purple vines grew out of the ground one after another, quickly entwined around Shirley Bernard, and bound Shirley Bernard again.