I don't know when, a terrifying aura slowly rose outside, and a terrifying aura rose up, covering an area of dozens of miles in the blink of an eye.
"Are you still here?"
Angora murmured to himself, with a hint of joking in his eyes.
As early as when he was preparing for this ceremony, he had anticipated various situations that might happen today and made corresponding preparations.
Among all these situations, the worst one is undoubtedly that the founding king of the Tamru Kingdom, Karusiu, wakes up from his silence, or that the churches of various countries send people to encircle and suppress him.
However, no matter which one they choose, they can deal with it with absolute certainty. Even if things go wrong, they can let the Bloody Siren take over to ensure that they are safe.
After all, the blood stain ceremony this time was mainly for the Bloody Sir himself, not for them. If the two parties had not already reached an intention to cooperate, he would not stay here and watch the Bloody Sir perform the blood sacrifice.
After all, he is also the prince of Tamru Kingdom. Even if he does not identify with this country, it will not be a good feeling to see his nominal brothers being sacrificed to blood by outsiders one by one.
"Unfortunately, there is nothing I can do."
He sighed secretly in his heart, then looked up to the outside world, quietly waiting for the arrival of outsiders.
At this moment, the sky outside has turned dark. Pieces of dust rise and fall, and bits and pieces of elemental particles continue to vibrate and gradually spread out, starting from the microscopic world and gradually changing the entire sky of the feature film.
The momentum was very loud.
A unique aura spread out, and the power contained in it made Angola stunned.
"How come this power...is so similar to the power of the Blood Moon God?"
He frowned, feeling the power coming from the outside world, and couldn't help but think about it: "Could it be that he is a descendant of the Blood Moon God, or perhaps a person chosen by the Blood Moon God?"
He also has some understanding of what Bloody Sir is doing at the moment.
Imprisoning the Godhead carrier of the Blood Moon God not only blasphemes the God, but also attempts to usurp the God's divine body and power. Even such a thing has been done. Once the Blood Moon God still has followers or descendants alive, he will do whatever it takes.
Come and trouble him.
Therefore, Angola is not surprised at all that followers or descendants of the Blood Moon God are looking for him.
The only thing that puzzled him was that the God of Blood Moon had fallen for many years, and all his inheritance left in the world had been wiped out by other churches. Why would there still be people who inherited the power of the God of Blood Moon?
With this doubt in mind, he stared outside seriously, trying to see clearly who was appearing at this moment.
Under his gaze, an unexpected figure appeared in front of him.
At the end of the field of vision, a handsome-looking young knight wearing a white robe, holding a knight's sword in his hand, appeared quietly from the distance and slowly walked into Angola's sight.
Beside the knight, a plump but ugly woman was walking there in a purple robe, quietly following the knight, like the knight's most loyal follower, quietly following the knight.
"It's you."
Looking at this man, Angola showed surprise on his face: "Knight Yasuo."
"Your Highness Angola."
Looking at Angola appearing in front of him, Adil nodded, placed his right hand in front of his chest, and performed a standard noble etiquette: "Your Highness Angola, long time no see."
"Yeah, counting the time, it's indeed a long time since I last saw you."
Angola nodded, and then said: "What do you want to do when you come here this time?"
"I have no intention to be an enemy of His Highness, nor do I have any intention to participate in the affairs of this kingdom."
Adil raised his head slightly and said, "I came here just for one thing."
"Prince Gruul has been very kind to me. Before leaving, I hope to do some last things for him in return for his care over the past few months."
"Is it just to find Brother Gruul?"
Angora looked playful: "What about the ceremony of the Blood Moon God? Just ignore it?"
"If you can, it would be nice to take care of it by the way."
Adil smiled: "After all, the God of Blood Moon has also helped me a lot. If possible, I would naturally like to repay some of it."
"Then go." Angola pointed in the direction to the side with a playful look on his face: "The Bloody Sir is right there. As long as you can knock him down, everything you want to do will naturally be achieved."
"But let me remind you."
He looked at Adil and Mal behind him, and continued: "As a person, I highly appreciate your knowing rewards, loyal and heroic behavior, and I don't like those people either, so
I personally will not stop you."
"But the same cannot be said for others. Here, there is a regional bishop of the Night Watch Church and three black-robed Night Watchmen. They will not be polite to you."
"Thank you for reminding me." Adil nodded without saying anything. His expression was calm and he just walked forward silently.
Beside him, Mal followed him quietly, with a faint smile on his face, and a calm and confident temperament, as if as long as he followed Adil, no matter whether there was an endless abyss or a sea of fire in front of him, he would not care.
Need to be afraid.
Quietly observing their emotions, Angola suddenly felt envious for some reason.
It's not that I envy anything else, I just envy Gruul that he can have such a loyal and powerful knight under his command.
"Your Highness, don't we need to stop you?" On the side, watching Adier and the two men move forward quietly, a servant wearing leather armor couldn't help but said.
"Stop it, stop it with your head?"
Angola snorted coldly: "Don't say we can't beat him. Even if we can, what's the benefit to us of stopping him?"
"Neither the Church of the Night Watch nor the Bloody Sir is a good person. If someone makes trouble for them, it's too late for me to be happy."
He sneered and said, apparently he didn't like either of them, and he even looked forward to Adil succeeding.
As one of the carriers needed for the coming of the King of the Night Watch, he knew very well that as long as he stayed in the Church of the Night Watch, there would be no good end sooner or later, and he would be destined to become a sacrifice for the coming of the King of the Night Watch in the future.
If Adil can really succeed, then he will escape from the control of the Night Watch Church. It is too late to be happy, so how can he stop him?
"It's a pity that he is destined not to succeed..."
Standing there, he shook his head and sighed deeply in his heart.
Go straight through the gate and there is a long walkway.
It seems that they are aware of Adil's arrival. There are not many soldiers staying in the corridor at the moment. The only few guards seem to have received the order. After seeing Adil, not only did they not fight with swords, but they greeted him respectfully.
Go in.
Soon, he walked to a spacious square.
A smell of blood hit his face, and in the square, a large pool of blood caught Adil's attention.
Stripped corpses were placed everywhere, including men and women, old and young, but most of them had ferocious expressions on their faces at this moment, lying on the edge of the blood pool forever, with a look in their eyes.
Resentment and longing, as well as a deep attachment to life.
To Adil's relief, Gruul's aura still existed, and he was even in good condition, but he looked a little shivering.
All his clothes were stripped off, and he was completely naked. The skin all over his body was red. Under the skin, one could faintly see the very obvious blood vessels, just emerging.
Looking at this, if Adil had come a step later, he might not have been able to escape the fate of being sacrificed on the spot.
But now that Adier is here, his fate has naturally changed.
Seeing Adil's arrival, Gruul's face quickly flashed with joy, and his eyes flashed crazily at this moment, seeming to be hinting at something to Adil.
"You're here." A very clichéd sentence that can be seen in countless movies and novels rang out.
In front, looking at Adier walking out of the aisle, an old man wearing a black robe and a vigil pattern carved on his face turned around and looked at Adier in front of him, with deep surprise on his face.
: "I thought that Calus would suddenly walk out, and I also thought that priests from various churches would come to encircle and suppress us, but I never thought that you would dare to come alone."
"well enough."
Adil said calmly: "I am naturally very courageous, otherwise I would not have become a knight instead of a mage."
"What you said makes sense."
What Adil didn't expect was that after listening to his words, the old night watchman opposite him nodded in agreement: "We are both a big country, but the people from the Kingdom of Tamru, a kingdom of knights, are obviously much more honest and reliable. No.
Like the group of mages from the Southern Magistrate Kingdom..."
He gritted his teeth and seemed to have suffered a lot from the mages: "Those mages don't do anything good all day long, they just think of various ways to make you spend money. Go there to buy a miniature magic circle, and the maintenance cost is all."
It’s several times more expensive than the magic circle!”
Seeing his appearance, Adil twitched the corner of his mouth and was suddenly speechless: "In general, you don't do good things. This seems to be a way to describe you night watchmen."
"You're trying to trick people, but you're not necessarily any better than those mages."
"That's different."
The old man of the night watchman shook his head and disagreed with Adil's words: "The purpose of our night watchmen is to only be bad people. Is it wrong for bad people to do bad things?"
Adier was silent for a while, and for some reason, he suddenly felt that what the other party said seemed to make sense.
"Two months ago, the altar outside Tamu City and several of our sacrifices were destroyed by you?"
Opposite me, the old man changed his tone and suddenly spoke again.
Adil lowered his head and thought for a moment, then finally nodded: "It's indeed me."
That happened more than two months ago. At that time, a chamber of commerce asked him to rescue the daughter of their president. Adil went there, only to discover the bloody sacrifices of the night watchman, so he conveniently took those few