On the endless silent plain.

The strange half-red crescent moon hangs in the mid-air, spreading its ominous light wantonly.

Under the cover of darkness, a team of more than 2,000 people headed toward Poland Village at high speed, with everyone in the team riding horses.

The sound of horse hooves spreads far away.

If we go to encircle Poland Village with such a movement, they may have noticed it before they even arrive.

Therefore, the team dispersed into three groups 20 kilometers away from the Polish village, led by three elite teams.

Kane and the others led the soldiers behind them and advanced directly towards the Polish village at full speed.

The teams on the left and right will go around the other two directions of Poland Village one step faster than Kane and his companions.

Only in this way can the cultists in Poland Village be surrounded before they can react.

When Kane and the others were about to approach the Polish village a few kilometers away, the deafening sound of horse hooves had already spread to the village.

At this time, the village chief's house was much better than other houses in the village.

An old man with gray hair and beard suddenly opened his eyes.

The eyes are no longer cloudy like those of other elderly people, but glow red and are extremely sharp.

With an action that was inappropriate for his age, he rolled out of bed, then lay down on the floor, listening carefully to the sounds coming from the distance.

The ears that were clinging to the floor also turned into a sharp blood red shape with barbs.

Listening to the sounds coming from three directions outside his village, he roughly judged the number of people in these teams based on the sounds.

He already knew in his heart that the village had been surrounded and they had probably been exposed.

He couldn't help but recall Kane's face in his mind, and he instantly became angry. His blood-red eyes became even redder, and his missing teeth turned into a mouth full of jagged teeth, gnashing his teeth.

After a while, his door was broken open, and several figures got in. They were the same group of conspirators that Metzke saw last night.

"Priest, we seem to have been discovered."

The butcher selling meat hurriedly said to the village chief.

"We have been discovered. There is no chance to hide. Kill them and complete the last rituals."

"But, wouldn't this be too hasty? The ceremony is not fully prepared. Now, there are not enough people. There is a high possibility of failure."

A scholar who looked very cultured in his dress reminded him beside the village chief.

The village chief's appearance had changed drastically at this time, and no part of his body looked like a human being.

He became nearly three meters tall, and his head almost broke through the roof, forcing him to lower his head. His skin turned blood red, as if his whole body was covered in blood.

There are thorn-like protrusions everywhere on the face and limbs, scarlet square holes, and a slender whip-like tail behind it.

This is a Thorn Demon of the Abyss.

He stretched out his sharp-clawed arm, grabbed the scholar by the neck and lifted him up.

The scarlet square hole stared fixedly into the scholar's eyes. The thorn-like spikes on his hands had pierced the scholar's face, and streams of blood dripped down the wound.

"We have been surrounded. If there are not enough people, wouldn't it be enough to rush out now and kill all the soldiers who rush over?"

"Yes, yes, I understand, Chief." The scholar's voice trembled a little. He had been intimidated by the suddenly angry village chief.

Then the Thorn Demon turned its head towards the Butcher and the others, so frightened that they quickly nodded and ran out to prepare for battle.

On the other side, Kane and the others could already see the outline of Poland Village in the distance.

When the Polish village was completely displayed in front of them, Kane waved his hand, and the soldiers behind him immediately dispersed on both sides, forming a semicircle and surrounding the Polish village.

On the other two sides, you can also see that they have been surrounded.

Then all the soldiers formed a circle, surrounding the Polish village in the middle.

At this time, countless torches had been lit in the village, and the villagers, led by the village chief and these important cult cadres, took up arms.

The will of these villagers is not firm. Most of them have just been brainwashed by the cult. They have not experienced war or pain. You can see that their hands holding the farm tools are still shaking.

Led by the cult cadres, these civilians went to the edge of the village to confront the soldiers.

At this time, the village chief with gray hair and beard, holding a cane, slowly walked out from the aisle that the crowd had given way to.

He raised his head and looked at the leader of the group, Saint Finalis.

"Your Excellency, the Holy Lady, why do you bring so many soldiers to my Polish village late at night?"

However, the saint didn't even reply to his words. She didn't even look at him. She ignored him and looked at the surrounding civilians.

"You are all God's people. Stop being bewitched by these evil demons. They trample on our homes, occupy our land, and kill our compatriots.

Now we are trying to trick you into making enemies of your own countrymen, while they are behind you, watching us kill each other. Return from your lost ways, people of God, and God will forgive your sins and forgive your past.”

The saint's words seemed to have a kind of magic power, like a ray of breeze that gently penetrated the ears and echoed in the mind, making people unable to help but think and recall.

People who are guilty cannot help but think and repent.

People who are deeply lost cannot help but think and remember.

The civilians who listened to the saint's words began to waver in their hearts, and the already wavered civilians were almost on the verge of falling to the saint's side.

Of course the important cadres of the cult and the village chief discovered this problem.

Several figures rushed out of the crowd in an instant and attacked the surrounding soldiers.

Many soldiers around were alarmed by this act, and the bows and arrows they had clenched in their hands could not help but be fired out.

Kane noticed this situation instantly and quickly shouted: "Don't move, leave it to us."

Hearing Kane's roar, these soldiers seemed to have taken a reassurance and no longer panicked.

The elite team members quickly rushed forward and fought with the oncoming cultists.

The magic reaction of all members of the elite team reached silver in Kane's eyes, while the reactions of the cultists who attacked first were only copper-colored.

As it should be, the cultists were suppressed instantly.

The cultists, who were beaten and retreating, felt that death was approaching.

The organs on the bodies of these cultists began to look less human and gradually transformed into demons.
Chapter completed!