The investigators plunged into the dark woods and broke into a horror field that they had never set foot in. The military police sent to support him hesitated for a moment and hurriedly followed. The drums and noise that had just calmed down for a few seconds rang out again, lingering on the branches with the song. Some sounds were only made by humans, and some had to rely on the vocal cords of animals, and the two sounds came from the same sound source. The wonderful singing was accompanied by this strange sound, which was simply creepy.

The Halandirs walked through the dark mud, one foot deep and one foot shallow, touching the direction that had previously emitted green light and dull drum sounds. He even faintly felt that the drum noise he heard was in a poetic rhythm, like a confused mad speech. The roar of beasts and the unbridled ceremony reached its climax at this moment, turning into a devil-like howling of ghosts and wolves, tearing through the darkness, and stirring up the woods, like a monstrous wind rolling up from the abyss of hell. The chaotic whistle would stop from time to time, becoming a well-trained chanting together, and many hoarse voices sang some kind of terrible and unrecognizable prayer.

The surrounding trees became sparse, and the scene of the incident suddenly became exposed to everyone.

On a naturally formed clearing, there is a marsh oasis-like meadow, without trees and not very wet. Halandil saw a large group of half-elves and humans.

They waved their arms wildly, like seaweed at the bottom of the water, clustered beside the bonfire and the crude totem, forming a sick and absurd scene. Both men and women were naked, making animal-like howls, and twisting their bodies around a circle of hideous ring bonfires; through the gaps between the crowd and the fire, a large piece of granite could be seen. With granite as the center, twelve gallows carved with hideous totems were arranged in large circles at certain intervals, each hanging upside down with a bloody and strange-looking human corpse. Believers jumped between the bonfire and the gallows, roaring, and endlessly carnival surrounding the huge rocks from left to right.

On the granite in the center of the crowd, a young elf woman was kneeling there. Her eyes were blurred and unsightly, and she looked weak and powerless, but she was singing in an astonishing tone. The singing was like the prayer of half elf and humans, a strange word that no one knew.

Anyone can guess that the woman in the center of the crowd is Aleya, who is searching for. Her clothes are thin and she seems to have been infected by evil beliefs, lost her mind, and may become an evil puppet at any time.

At this time, a half-elf stood up, pointed at the singing Aleya, and called out in an aria-like voice:

"Life and spirit will be immortalized in her human body, so that great existence will be recast in the future, and the birth of the body will become the ark that crosses the world.

"He is an ancient man from the dream, holding on to desire and conceived, and a new God who is awakening. He is extremely generous!"

It was still morning, and the clearings in the forest were as dark as night. A faint sound of huge wings slamming in the darkness and light, as if something terrifying was passing by.

Harandil subconsciously raised his head. He seemed to see countless pairs of glowing eyes, and huge objects as majestic as mountains flashed through the darkness in the woods. Disgusting dizziness and headache immediately surged up, almost causing him to kneel down.

Some investigators and soldiers seemed to have seen some amazing vision, and they were stunned. At this moment, a sharp blade-like wind was rolled up in the crowd. The wind blade tore its arms and thighs apart in a trembling whistling, and blew into the sky like flying catkins.

Chief Ashra took action. He chanted at high speed, like a gathered crowd of cultists casting a terrible storm, and in a blink of an eye, clearing a flesh-and-blooded path among them. His subordinates broke free from their dullness and rushed forward, part of them pounced on protecting their elves, and another group of people started to fight against the leaders of the cultists and their followers.

The cultists saw the investigators and soldiers who were rushing up and were weak on the spot. Some fainted on the ground, and the others were frightened and screamed. Many of them should have been retired soldiers, but they fled in all directions without resistance.

There was only five minutes, and the unspeakable noise and chaos enveloped the scene, and the violent beatings and explosions were intertwined.

Harandil endured the discomfort and followed Pilottis to Aleya and protected her with other investigators. The crazy and harsh sounds around him almost drowned them, and even the conversation was invisible. However, even so, Miss Aleya was still singing with a blurred look, turning a blind eye to the protectors coming, as if integrated with the entire ceremony.

The investigators and soldiers present looked at each other, not knowing what to do. Pilottis gritted his teeth and waved his hand at the back of the elf's neck. The elf was knocked down on the spot and the singing stopped abruptly.

...

After counting, the investigators killed more than thirty little believers and captured the ritual priests, fifty and sixty and half elves and human believers. The others scattered in the chaos and fled into the dark forest. Ashura checked Aleya's situation and was very happy to find that she was not in danger of life, so he took her away first. The others escorted the cultists back.

The cultists were tied into strings by ropes and photographed a long line under the surveillance of investigators and soldiers. The bodies and totems hung on the gallows were also taken down and sent back to Canaan for analysis.

Everyone walked out of the forest silently. The crazy scenes and killing that just happened cast a layer of gray on everyone's hearts.

What kind of tribute is this? To what extent has His faith spread among the half-elves and humans of Canaan? Most of the believers present were naked, and Miss Aleya was not clear about the mind. If we did not arrive, what would they do next, and would not...

Halandil felt like a pile of big stones was pressing on his heart. He had a lot of questions to ask, but Pilotis supervised the prisoners more than ten meters away and could not chat with him.

No one can express his depression in his heart, he just feels that the more he holds it, the more uncomfortable he feels. At this moment, Halandil found a familiar figure in the crowd-

Corporal Pilolo. He spoke rudely to Pilotis in yesterday's investigation, and was kicked over and sent away for treatment. Unexpectedly, he would appear among the cultists.

"Yo, your injury is healing so quickly." Halandir came to the corporal and said softly, not expecting a reply. Most of the mortals caught were mentally abnormal and even had obvious signs of confusion about taking anesthetics.

The corporal looked up at him, with a normal expression, and even a little exhausted calm after being crazy. Seeing that there were no other official personnel nearby, corporal Pilolo said unexpectedly:

"You must think we are degenerate and ignorant. It is like the voodoo religion that is believed in by the lower trolls in the Southern Continent, and it is a group of uncultivated and uncultivated generations with incomplete minds.

"No, no, my fellow man, listen to me, our faith and Savior are a far older and more unfathomable being than Voodoo. He will bring us liberation.

“He is, Lord!”

Lord Halandil was slightly shocked in his heart. This was the second time he heard this name.

Antiha’s diary records his existence in the mirror-clear underground lake of Belomon’s ruins—hidden in the darkness, with eyes as dense as fly eggs, accompanied by distant horn sounds, murmuring and buzzing of flying insects.

Is this an evil god outside of the faith of a certain righteous god? Halandil looked at Corporal Pilolo and found that his expression was peaceful and far normal than other cultists.

"How much do you know, this master?"

"Many, I am His believer," said the corporal, "He has existed since the beginning of the world, and has the same person as the ancient dominators. Now, those old dominators have long gone farther than the stars.

"The Lord sleeps underground. He sends dreams to the creatures waiting for salvation. He lives in the past and will last forever in the future. Believers are everywhere in the world, hiding in the darkness far away from the world.

"He will eventually come and rule the whole world. One day, when the right time comes, He will call on believers, and the dormant believers will always wait for that day."

Halandil was not interested in these false and wild words: "This is the purpose of your assembly, to awaken Him? Miss Aleya is the sacrifice of your ritual?"

"Awaken, no, this level is not good," said Corporal Pilolo, "as for this elf, she is not qualified."

"What are you doing?"

Halandil was a little surprised that the ceremony was held even though he knew it would not work.

Seeing the confused expression on his face, Corporal Pilolo was slightly proud:

"This is the introduction, a ritual to awaken other believers. I didn't expect that my fellow countrymen, you will become His believers, just as many elves will also throw themselves into the arms of the Lord after this incident.
Chapter completed!