When the Queen's Guard, which had been in reincarnation for half a century, suddenly broke the cycle for some reason, when the "Gate of Ascension" in the ceremony hall was blown up by the intruder, when a group of people appeared out of nowhere.
When the guy ran into the hall - when the scheduled sacrifice sacrificed himself to the green flames in front of the Pool of Elements, this noble and ultimate ritual had reached an irreversible point.
Now, the heretics have rushed in, and the saboteurs are frantically slaughtering the followers of the Holy Lord, destroying the hard work of these decades.
"What have you done?!"
In the center of the deep pool, the cult leader who looked like a blond young man roared in rage. His body suddenly rose up, and with the support of the black mud, he turned into a swollen and terrifying giant. He waved at Agatha.
After taking out his arms, countless thorns and bone spurs grew and spread rapidly from the pool, overwhelmingly rushing towards the gatekeeper who was still standing in the flames.
However, all the attacks had no time to touch Agatha's body, and it instantly turned into ashes under the burning of the ghostly green flames. Instead, the strange flames spread in the opposite direction along the path of the ashes, gradually burning the mud body.
Sacrificial symbols and blasphemous objects were placed around the pool and burned into the pool.
Agatha was still wrapped in flames, and the blazing spiritual fire had begun to spurt out of her body. Every wound on her body had even turned into a channel for flames to pour out. Looking up, it looked like a flame.
Turned into liquid and flowed in her blood vessels - the severe pain of the burning flames had faded away at some point. She laughed in the fire, raised her head and stared at the furious but incompetent heretic unscrupulously, as if
He murmured softly as if talking to himself: "Ah...I understand..."
The next second, her eyeballs were burned out by spiritual fire, and fire spurted out from the empty eye sockets. She looked around with her burned-out "eyes", looking at those people around the deep pool who were in huge chaos.
Cultists.
As she glanced across it, all the believers began to burn, and the demons that lived with them also began to burn. All the blasphemy in the hall became fuel for the fire, and even the hall itself began to slowly soak in.
The texture of flames.
The fire usurper gave her authority, and she used the authority of fire to end the blasphemy here - this was the truth she saw in the fire at the moment her eyeballs were burned.
The cultist in the middle of the mud is nothing to worry about. He is just a freak who has completed the transformation of self-sacrifice. What really keeps this place running are the ugly and deformed heretics who roar around the mud pool.
"Stop! Stop! You don't know what you are doing! It is no good for anyone if the ritual is out of control! It has already progressed..."
The leader of the cult who had turned into a swollen giant shouted in vain and kept creating barriers in an attempt to resist the flames that were spreading in the hall. However, at this moment, a gunshot suddenly came from the side, interrupting him.
of shouting.
"boom!"
A young soldier wearing a soldier's uniform from half a century ago and holding an old-fashioned rifle rushed in, raised his rifle and fired at the deformed and swollen giant in the middle of the deep pool.
The brave warrior was swallowed up by the raging black mud the next moment, but behind him, more soldiers were rushing into the hall.
In terms of time, the cycle node of the Queen's Guards' "Counterattack" has passed at this moment. These phantom warriors should have all dissipated, but it is obvious that this cycle has been changed due to the destruction of the thorn gate - this
The Queen's Guard, which should have disappeared at the next hour, returned from the cycle and began to attack this last hall.
The marine team led by Lawrence has also fought with the nearby cultists and deep demons - their bullets have been exhausted, but they still have sharp scimitars and long swords, as well as a pair of weapons that are not afraid of death for the time being.
Therefore, even when faced with dark priests and demonic creatures who possess various dangerous powers, they remain as powerful as extraordinary beings.
With a "clang" sound, the dagger in Lawrence's hand chopped off a bone spur flying towards him, and then dodged a fireball that almost exploded on him. He stepped forward in the flames and hit a cultist on the back of his neck.
The chain was cut off, and he watched the dark priest's body quickly turn into ashes. Then he raised his head and looked at the long-haired woman standing in front of the mud pool not far away, her whole body burning like a torch.
"Girl! We are here to help!" the old captain shouted loudly, "They all work for the 'captain', right - which ship are you on?"
He could clearly see that the young girl standing in the flames was burning with the same ghostly green flames as himself, so she was obviously one of his own. On the other hand, the flames on the girl's body were darker in color, and the intensity of the fire was obviously higher.
If it is bigger than what you have, then you must not be an ordinary "one of your own".
Big and green - Captain Duncan's big shot.
Captain Lawrence used his rich experience as an adventurer and captain to make a simple judgment and concluded that he should take the initiative to greet his future high-level colleagues.
Agatha looked at the sturdy old man opposite who looked like a captain and was shouting to her in astonishment.
"What did you say?!" After two or three seconds, she couldn't help shouting loudly, "It's too noisy here and I can't hear you clearly!"
Lawrence was stunned for a moment, then turned to confirm with his subordinates: "Did she respond?"
"I didn't know!" Anomaly 077 was the closest, but the mummy was yelling at this moment, with confusion and fear in his voice. He was jumping back and forth among the flames spreading in all directions, trying desperately to dodge the bullets flying around.
Fireballs, bone spurs and even broken limbs were blown away, and the two knives in his hands had already cut holes. "I am a sailor! Why am I fighting a group of cultists in the sewers now? This is the job of a marine."
!" "You didn't have this attitude when you came ashore," Lawrence shouted. "You were as excited as a pirate preparing to plunder the city-state."
"As you said, we are not pirates!"
"Then I appoint you a Marine."
"What the hell-"
"Um?"
"What the hell..."
Agatha listened blankly to the confusing shouts and exchanges between the rude and tough sailors and the captain, and looked at the extremely chaotic scene in front of her—
Who are these guys? Where do they come from? What do they do?
She saw those strangers burning with the same green flames as herself, and the cultists in the hall were fighting with them. She also saw a large group of soldiers who looked like ancient ghosts rushing in and shooting everywhere. From time to time, there were soldiers.
Calling out the name of the Frost Queen, everything here was beyond her understanding, as if...
It was as if after she chose to sacrifice herself, the whole world changed.
However, soon, her random thoughts were interrupted by a whistling wind in her ears.
The swollen, misshapen giant bent toward her.
"Everything...can't stop anymore..."
It roared, and filthy, uncontrollable black mud spewed out of its body. The appearance of the once handsome, blond young man was long gone, and now it was replaced by a terrifying monster with a roughly humanoid outline.
Its half body was covered with criss-crossed mouths, and chilling friction and whispers came from between the sharp teeth. Its head slowly cracked in front of Agatha, and the cracks were filled with eyeballs full of malice. The elements had already
It has completely eroded and replaced the monster's former human body, and it has become a part of that pool of mud, and even... a part of a larger, more chaotic will.
The swollen giant stared at Agatha with its countless eyes. The mud spreading around it had been ignited, and the flames even spread back to its body. However, the monster did not seem to be in any pain at all, and just repeated it over and over again.
: "Can't stop...can't stop...error, error..."
"You have failed." Agatha raised her head and looked at the monster. The fire flowing from her eyes distorted the surrounding air. "You should be able to feel that the so-called 'channel' has been cut off -
—The process of inversion between mirror image and reality ceases.”
"Stop?" The monster seemed to suddenly wake up for a moment because of Agatha's last words. In the countless mutated eyeballs, human resentment once again emerged, "Stupid... you thought you were sacrificed.
Myself...don’t we have any other sacrifices?!”
Agatha was startled.
The next second, she saw the giant suddenly raise his hands high - the arms suddenly changed, growing and dividing like dry and cracked branches, turning into large thorn-like structures, and piercing into the venue.
On the roof and every pipe nearby, and among the thorns and thorns, there were faint flashes of light moving quickly, like fireflies.
From the depths of this "thorn bush", an ecstatic shout came -
"I see it! I understand it! I understand it!
"What a magnificent creation! What a magnificent blueprint! O most great and holy Lord... I have understood your intention, I have understood... to reshape the world, yes, to reshape... all of us, and the world
All things will be born again from the flesh and blood of God - believers, the time for sacrifice has come!"
"The time has come for sacrifice!"
As Agatha and the Marine team led by Lawrence watched in shock, all the remaining Annihilation cultists in the hall began to cheer ecstatically, as if they had really received some revelation from the truth.
Amid cheers, one by one jumped into the pool of mud in the center of the hall!