"Great Lord of the Night, you are the ruler of the old, you are the master of the night, you are the source of everything, you are the creator of everything!"

On the eaves of the laboratory, Mihir held the 'God's Scepter' in his hand and prayed in a low voice.

As Mihir prayed, the 'God's Scepter' in his hand began to gather stars.

The stars condensed in Mihir's scepter, and the ghouls in the center of the flowerbed felt the strange throbbing on the top of the eaves.

A few ghouls looked up and saw Mihir praying, and immediately became furious and galloped towards Mihil!

A hurricane with a strong fishy smell flashed towards Mihir, and Mihir could clearly see the terrifying ghoul with bared teeth coming towards him, and his heart was still as calm as water.

Don't forget, he still has the Scepter of God in his hand!

The scepter of the gods brewed a wave of domineering energy, and a dazzling light bloomed from within the scepter. The few ghouls who burst out were instantly knocked away by this wave of air!

The hot air tore through the ghoul's rubbery skin, but the golden glow didn't stop as it continued to cut through the sky and gallop toward the center of the ritual!

"Woo ~ woo woo!"

The ghouls around the sacrifice changed their faces drastically, and a sound that sounded like crying came out of their throats, but it was clearly audible that there was a deep sense of anxiety and tension in this voice.

They're scared!

Mihir couldn't help but think of such a thought in his mind.

The ghouls scrambled towards the golden light, intending to fend it off with their flesh!

"Poof!"

A dull sound sounded, and the chests of several flying ghouls were pierced by the light, and it was visible to the naked eye that a blood hole was punched out between the chests by this light, and the ghoul's blood spurted out, and it fell to the ground weakly.

But... The golden light did not stop because of the ghoul's active resistance, and the light that pierced the night continued to move forward and hit the burning fire in the center of the garden with one blow!

"Woo~"

"Woo woo woo~"

The flames of the sacrificial fire kept getting smaller, the ghouls around them looked terrified, and Michiel on the top of the eaves breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he had saved Boston.

'It's time to go, if you don't leave, you'll probably be eaten alive by these ghouls...'

Looking at the choked ghouls, Mihir retreated and was about to retreat, but unexpectedly, the flames that were about to be extinguished gradually eased up and began to burn violently!

"Damn it!"

Mihir's heart sank, the 'God's Scepter' in his hand had lost its divine power, and now he didn't have the courage to face the ghoul horde.

He glanced at John, who was lying on the ground struggling, and after saying sorry in his heart, he began to slowly retreat.

Next, we can only hope that the military can detect this place in time and carry out indiscriminate missile bombardment here.

Otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable.

......

"Woooooooooo

As the flames rekindled, the surrounding ghouls cheered, and instead of paying attention to Mihir on the eaves, they seized the time and began to pray to the flames.

The corpse of the ghoul on the ground was also ignored, and the transcendent named John's eyes were full of horror, he gasped sharply, and swung his body vigorously, but the pain in his limbs made it impossible for him to make strong movements!

To prevent him from escaping, the ghouls had already broken his limbs, knocked out his teeth, and cut out his tongue, rendering him immobilized.

He could have waited for death in despair, but the golden light rekindled his hope!

He could only use his body as much as possible to show that he was still alive, and let people hurry up to save him.

But he tossed for a long time and no one replied to him, he was desperate and felt that life was full of ruggedness.

He raised his head slightly, looking at the raging flames, as if he had a faint sense that something was hidden in the flames.

Gradually, the fiery red flame in front of him began to gradually transform into a dark blue, and in the center of the flame, there seemed to be a faint shadow.

What is that?

In extreme fear, John couldn't help but start thinking crankily, and he stared at the black shadow in the flames, and watched as the phantom began to change.

The shadow was dark, dark and opaque.

Still, there seemed to be a peculiar pattern on it, which dazzled John, and his eyes felt a sharp tingling.

The flames of the fire were gradually extinguishing, but John felt as if the flame was not extinguished, but the black phantom sucked the flames!

A bone-chilling cold that was completely like death and void came here, and John only felt an infinite chill rising up, and the cold wind howled as if it was blowing head-on, and the cold and piercing feeling spread throughout his body.

In just a few seconds, John felt naked under the ice at the North and South Poles, and his whole body was numb from the cold, and even... John felt that his brain's thinking was also stagnant.

The white frost began to spread from John's body, but for some reason, at this moment, John felt that he was no longer cold, he felt that his body was hot, and there was no cold feeling at all.

"What the hell is that phantom..."

Under the bone-chilling cold, like death and emptiness, John's cold nerves have become necrotic, unable to sense the temperature difference in the outside world, and thus unable to adjust his own temperature in time.

He soon lost his vital features, and his breathing weakened.

After John's breathing stopped, the surrounding ghouls knelt down and prayed, seemingly unrestricted by the cold breath at all.

The ghoul leader knelt down here excitedly, and in the language of the ghouls, trembling to express his joy:

"The god of the eerie bones!"

"King of Ghouls!"

"Great Mordicgian!"

"You... It's coming!"

In front of the ghoul, a pillar of shadow like a dragon hovered in the center of the flower bed, but it was instantaneous, turning and whirling like a vortex of dark primeval energy, and in an instant, he turned into some kind of demonic giant with no limbs and no head.

This... This doesn't seem to be the essence of the Great Mordicgian.

As if he understood something, the ghoul leader quickly lowered his head, trembled his hands excitedly, and plunged his sharp claws into his chest to dig out his beating heart!

Ghouls have a very different body structure, and even if they lose their hearts, they won't die anytime soon.

It didn't do a great job of sacrificing the great gloomy god of cold bones, damn it, it deserves to be punished!

The ghoul leader held his heart in both hands, his expression a little apprehensive and agitated, and he didn't care about his bleeding chest.

Immediately afterward, an indescribable, indescribably powerful consciousness descended on the brains of all the surrounding ghouls, and a bone-chilling cold consciousness descended on all the ghouls.

At this moment, the expression of the ghoul who was originally cheering instantly froze.

The great Mordicchian, it seems... I don't care about their sacrificial rituals, the so-called sacrificial rituals seem to be just their own amusement.

Soon, however, a shrill and piercing sound broke the current calm.

A missile is coming towards the laboratory complex!

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