"Use your useless justice and glory to let everyone in this city know that the ultimate fear has arrived, and everything here will become food for the great god of killing and fear!"
This is a dark tower, with the night wind constantly blowing in. The flames of the oil lamps sway with the wind, and the shadows sway with it, like dancing monsters.
From the window of the tower, Lucas looked down from a high position.
Although the dark night hindered his vision, in the distance, he could see the continuously blooming magical flames and sacred light, as well as the bloody battle between the Slayer Demon and the Tethyr people.
Vaguely, the passionate sacred oaths of those knights, those paladins, were also floating into his ears.
An indifferent smile slowly appeared on his face, but his eyes were full of evil and cruelty.
A gloomy and depressing voice: "Go! Zubaz, it's time for you to kill as much as you want and release your fear!"
The Demon of Killing, a demon of this level, although summoned through evil rituals, cannot obey his orders.
The ability to avoid direct conflict with them is already affected by the deterrent power of the God of Fear.
However, it doesn't matter if you can't control it.
The arrival of the massacre demon means the coming of endless cruelty and killing.
This will naturally contain the most elite force of the Southern Army!
Coupled with the offensive of the Black Scale Army outside the city!
It's time to come to their side, continue to unfold the ceremony, expand the ceremony, let the killing and fear fully bloom, and finally truly manifest in the human world!
As the core priest of the Fear Sect and the leader of the Twilight Project in Djibouti City, Lucas issued orders without hesitation.
His order...but there was no response at all!
Apart from the whistling of the night wind, not even the sound of breathing could be heard from behind.
Ben was still brewing a sinister and cold-blooded demeanor, and Lucas's eyes couldn't help but wrinkle, and a cold look appeared.
Slowly, he turned around.
Behind him, there are some people in black robes and black armor.
The dim lights could not illuminate their appearance at all, and they could only be roughly divided into three parts based on their clothing and positions.
One part is in the middle of the tower. There are about a dozen people in black robes and hoods, which completely cover their faces. Their heights are almost the same, and they are all a little above six feet. These people are standing there, but they are born to devour.
Like light? Like shadows.
There are three more burly warriors in black armor and masks, with flails hanging on their waists and giant swords on their backs? Extremely cold demeanor? Especially the one in the middle, who looks like the leader at first glance, with that unabashed expression
Cruel, flamboyant! Arrogant! Brutal!
There is another one opposite Lucas, hidden in the deepest darkness. Although this person is also wearing a black robe? Although he is also wearing a hood, although his appearance cannot be seen clearly? The black robe is specially made, and it is on the belt.
There are two pockets on the left and right, and this man inserted his hands into them and leaned on the stone wall. Vaguely, it seemed a bit joking, with a hint of contempt, looking ahead, as if watching a play!
"Humans, never speak to us in a commanding tone."
"You are not the God of Fear. In our eyes, you, like the humans outside, are just bugs that can be crushed to death at any time!"
Lucas turned around. In front of his eyes, in the center of the group of black-robed people, a purple-glossy gaze slowly raised its head.
His voice was cold and his eyes were equally cold, like a poisonous snake hiding in the darkness that could fly out at any time.
Being stared at by this gaze, Lucas couldn't help but feel cold in his heart, but soon, as he silently recited the name of the God of Fear, his expression also became gloomy: "So, you want to disobey those two adults and Zurg
General’s agreement?”
Although demons are inherently chaotic, the high tanari's power to intimidate ordinary demons is still sufficient.
Especially the wolf-snake demon, the high tanari who was born to serve as the law enforcer of the demon legion!
Hearing that the human race on the opposite side had also moved General Zuger out, the eyes of the group of shadow demons finally shrank.
Shadow Demon leader Zubaz's eyes changed several times, but in the end he didn't resist the order anymore. He just snorted coldly and walked directly to the window sill. While pushing Lucas away, he suddenly raised his black robe, and unexpectedly bat
Generally flew out.
Following closely behind, a group of shadow demons all followed Feiteng.
In just a blink of an eye, they all merged into the night, and even Lucas' sight could not catch any trace of them.
Shadow Demon, a born assassin among demons!
"I'll deal with Earl Hayden!"
"Sacrificing yourself with the blood of the brave and holy warrior is what my Lord likes best!"
The shadow demon left, and the three black-armored warriors also walked down the tower.
Only, the mysterious black-robed man on the opposite side remained motionless in the darkness. If it wasn't directly visible to his eyes, his breath wouldn't even be revealed.
"Do you have any advice?"
Lucas looked at this man with a vaguely taboo look on his face.
He didn't even know the identity of this person. The archbishop also hinted to him not to try to test anything!
But vaguely, he has some numbers. Behind this person, I am afraid that it should be the key to uniting them in so many aspects!
"It's enough to have them outside. I'm here with you to protect you, so as not to cause any problems to the ritual altar."
The voice of the man in black robe was unexpectedly calm, like a gentle breeze blowing on his face. If he changed his clothes and entered a brighter scene, few people would believe him if he said the voice was from the evil camp.
The ceremonial altar is guarded by fearful believers and they are also offering sacrifices. However, since this person said so...
Lucas also squeezed out a dry smile and nodded gently: "Then please, Your Excellency!"
But having said that, the two of them did not go to the underground secret room. As long as they were here, there was no doubt that anyone could sneak into the underground room.
His eyes quickly turned to the side of the Killing Demon, and sometimes he looked at places farther away. In the distance, more commotion and panic were spreading.
Shadow Demon's assassination is in progress!
The black-armored warriors are also hunting spellcasters!
The evil power of darkness, the violent momentum full of "massacre" and "war", and a hint of hell...
"It turns out to be Him!"
The spiritual consciousness was always diffused outside, and there was a sudden look in Isaac's eyes.
Although he still didn't touch it directly, from the nature of this evil holy power, he could roughly figure out who was behind it.
This must be the "God of Tyrants" who is called the "Herald of Hell"!
According to legend, this man is a half-brother to the "God of Braves", but he is also a mortal enemy by nature!
It’s perfectly normal for this person to get involved here!
There are also rumors that this person is also related to the great Dragon Queen. After all, they are both gods from the hell camp...
Isaac's eyes couldn't help but twinkle.
He believed that the Great Dragon Queen should not have interfered. If she wanted to interfere, she would have to use their five-color dragon envoys in this material world.
However, it’s not just the Dragon Queen who is also in the hell camp!
For example, the "Black Moon" back then!
The Black Moon Sect and Tethyr also have the most direct conflict!
so……
"Which one will be from this side?"
His eyes turned to another direction of his spiritual vision, but after only a brief pause, he slowly shook his head.
Probably not!
He had met the pastor of the Black Moon Sect in Melamat.
The smell of this person is obviously very different.
However, he is not in a hurry to unveil it. Since these people have arranged it here, they will always be exposed sooner or later.
He was in no hurry to push himself opposite these people.
At most, when the time is perfect, it will be enough for the Frost Giant to show his face. Even if it is possible not to show his face, it would be best not to show his identity as a Frost Giant!
Sitting and watching others fight life and death has always been his favorite!
Even though, this time it wasn't him who was secretly manipulating anything!
“Let’s set up the altar first!”
"Looking at the situation, if Tethyr's reinforcements are too late, this city may fall tonight!"
"Believers of the God of Fear, Believers of the God of Tyrants, and those demons are all fond of killing and massacre. Just this one time is enough to start the sacrificial ceremony!"
Turning around, he found a blood altar in front of him. There were quite a few corpses hanging on the altar. The blood was still dripping. He didn't know whether it was because of the recent death or because of the blood dripping.
What special means.
In front of the altar, there is a statue of the God of Fear enshrined, surrounded by dozens of people in blood robes.
The bloody robes of these people were truly stained with blood, giving them a ferocious stench.
But at this moment, these people were standing motionless.
He is not dead, but his mind is controlled by a powerful temptation!
This was an underground altar, but it was not the one over there in the tower. By grasping the flow of fearful thoughts, his mind easily found the location of the six altars.
Five of them are distributed in a five-pointed star array, and the tower is in the center of the five-pointed star array.
With the slaughter of the Slayer Demon, with the attack of the Shadow Demon and the Black Guard, with the mad attack of the Black Scale Army.
In Isaac's perception, the panic in the city could no longer be suppressed. The entire city seemed to be shrouded in layers of dark clouds. These clouds continued to accumulate and became heavier and heavier. This was the source of everyone's fear.
change.
If we say that the invisible cloud transformed by the ideological trend at the coronation ceremony of Tessel is the faith and belief of everyone.
The invisible cloud hanging over the city at this moment is the fear of killing in people's hearts, and it is the ideological trend that condenses all fears.
This ideological trend is continuously flowing towards the six altars. With their influx, the statue in front of the altar has gradually begun to have a real conceptual atmosphere in Yayoi.
The only thing that can interfere with them is the few churches in the city.
Sensing all this, he also observed the structure of the altar.
Isaac's eyes gradually gained some direction.
"Maybe there's no need to change them completely!"
"I just need to intercept the blood sacrifice needed."
"Although it will have a big impact on this fear ritual, it should still allow them to continue!"
"They can only continue to have an impact on Tessel!"
As for how to transform this five-pointed star altar into a hexagonal altar to offer sacrifices to the "King of Anger", while still allowing it to continue to operate, and even hide it from the fearful cultists outside...
His eyes turned to the statue of fear.
The violent aura of this evil god can make all living beings fearful, but he, who has dealt too much with the concept of gods, is obviously not among them.
"Using this statue as the core, and then using the power of my soul to guide the flow of fear..."
"The probability of success should still be quite high."
Even if he doesn't succeed...it's nothing more than harming others, his own goal can still be achieved!
In this case, there is no need to keep these guys!
As soon as his thoughts moved like this, he quickly conceived of a modification and a follow-up.
Soon, a miniature treasure box appeared in Isaac's hand. He touched it with his hand, and another large treasure box was summoned from the void.
…
The night sky in Djibouti has been shrouded in blood!
It was supposed to be a silvery moon, but the misty light falling on the city was actually bone-chillingly cold.
There is blood and chaos everywhere! Fighting and death everywhere!
After all, the Steel Soul Knights failed to stop the Killer Demon, especially after the Shadow Demon and the Black Guard appeared. As the spellcasters among the professionals were interfered by them and even sniped, the Steel Soul Knights risked their lives no matter what.
, after all, it still cannot stop the terrifying power of the Demon Killer.
Even Earl Hayden fell under the giant claws of the tyrannical demon under the attack of the leader of the dark guard. Even the most delicious prey on the battlefield was torn out of his armor by the tyrannical demon.
Throw it into your mouth.
The city completely collapsed!
However, apart from gathering towards the church and praying, they had no way to escape.
The black scale army outside the city is attacking furiously.
Due to internal and external influences and attacks, the defenders were also in danger.
Panic has reached extreme levels!
Thoughts even affect reality!
Above the city, the blood-colored mist is eroding the purity of the moonlight.
As this fog spreads, people's evil desires also become distorted in fear.
Robbery! Killing! Lust! Depravity!
And all this...
The location of the underground altar.
The transformation of the blood pool and evil altar has been completed.
In the blood pool, there was a steady stream of bloody blood, and those people in blood robes had also fallen into it.
On the altar, the Roar of Frostfire has also been erected in the center.
Isaac himself is on the side of the statue of the God of Fear, using the power of his mind and the breath of the statue to guide the integration of the flow of thoughts.
Sensing the evil distortion of this fearful thought...
His eyes couldn't help but frown secretly.
I am not frowning at the changes in people's hearts. The green dragon's nature is to manipulate people's hearts to corrupt them. Such distortion is actually more in line with the green dragon's nature.
What really made him frown was that with the distortion of this evil thought, the aura of the concept seemed to have undergone a strange change on the statue of the god he was controlling.
Even for him, there are changes that are a little difficult to grasp!
"What do these guys want to do by performing this ritual?"
"not……"
His eyes were changing, and even... the thought of whether to simply overturn it to avoid capsizing in the gutter quickly emerged.
But it was at this moment of change.
Above the sky, a blue electric light suddenly shone, and two figures appeared from the void.
A crimson robe and a blue light staff.
One was wearing chain armor, which was full of damage, and his aura was weak, but he was holding a sword of holy light. The emanation of the holy light was a fearless power that even made the evil thoughts in the sky suddenly shake.
A wave of ground.
Exactly, Archmage Derek and Archbishop Plit of the Church of the Brave God!
That Sword of Holy Light is also the "Fearless Sword", the sacred weapon of the Church of the Brave!
The two of them teleported over one by one and suddenly saw everything in the city, their expressions suddenly changed drastically.
And they appeared almost at the same time.
Isaac, who was considering whether to turn over the table, suddenly stared at him.
A voice, a voice that directly rang in his soul!
"The blasphemy against the gods, even the evil gods, is intolerable to any god!"
"Little guy, it's time for you to turn back and walk towards the right path!"