Eventually, Akhan caught up with Helena, no one knew what they said, and the next day, the ceremony took place.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Be quiet, please! ”

Helena made her voice sound normal, staring at her husband, who was trembling slightly from the pain, and made up her mind.

"Everyone, get into your place!"

Each priest's seat at this altar was fixed, and under each seat there were carved magic circuits to ensure the success of the entire ceremony.

Each of the black-robed priests sat silently in their place, and they would die here without fear.

"We are—" The eldest, the former chief priest, Carloan, led the crowd in reciting the priestly oath.

"—Heir of the Black King!" The crowd, including Helena, who had just taken her seat, sang together.

"We are born for the Black King!" The old man first raised his hands, and the white energy was accumulated in his hands.

"We die for the Black King!" Everyone raised their hands, and the entire venue was lit up by the energy of everyone, as bright as the starry sky.

Akhan's arm broke, and sweat poured down like rain. Still barely supporting himself to sit up straight, he didn't want to ruin this last ritual because it was too unseemly.

He wanted to say something, but he had to grit his teeth, the pain had almost wiped him unconscious. As long as he relaxed his restraint a little, he was afraid that the mask would directly break through his consciousness and completely manipulate him, destroying the ritual.

Finally, the ball of light composed of souls gathered, and the priests in the back row could not bear the pain and emptiness of their souls being emptied, and they were the first to lose their vitality. Each corpse folded its hands and prayed that its soul might free the king from endless pain and suffering.

"May you and the king meet again, my child."

Old Carlo Ann was too old to support it earlier, and gently explained to Helena, who was trying to control the soul collection, slowly lowered her head, and there was no more sound.

"Sister-it hurts, didn't you say it doesn't hurt?"

Lunara shuddered from the pain of her soul's emptiness, her young face contorted slightly, but she still insisted on extracting her soul through the magic circuit.

- Thank you, good boy.

A heart-wrenching thanksgive, Lunara, could no longer hear it, and she gave her whole soul with all her might. He didn't even have the strength to continue praying, and his little face with tears fell directly at the feet of the dead priest next to him.

"You have to walk the road alone, may you get true liberation."

Reluctantly allowing herself to sit upright, Helena gently pushed out the soul orb that had been gathered, barely supporting it into the mask on the head of Akhan, who was also barely sitting upright.

This is the ritual of removing the mask, and the secret method summed up by countless people with life and blood for thousands of years - six hundred and sixty-six high-level mages, can complete the ritual by pouring their entire souls directly into the veil of the devout who feeds on their souls.

I don't know if this demonic item was flawed in its design, or if it has an upper limit on "appetite" just like a human. As long as this number of powerful souls voluntarily entered the purple gem in the middle of the mask that represented the "mouthparts", the entire mask would enter an eerie state.

Like a person who eats, the mask will temporarily stop its confusion and whispering, and even the terrible temptation to kill people will temporarily disappear into an ordinary mask.

And Helena and Akhan were gambling on that moment, the only chance, and both of them tried their best to stay awake.

The soul poured into the crystal like a tidal wave, and the mask began to tremble, as if it were burping. For a moment, Helena felt that the strange seductive aura of the entire sacrificial hall had completely disappeared, and now she looked at the white mask, and there was no longer a strange feeling in her heart that she wanted to take it for herself.

It was just an ordinary mask, and Akhan gently removed it, revealing a face that had not seen the light of day for another two hundred years.

Helena was waiting for this moment, she really wanted to see the true face of her lover, no matter how ugly he looked, she didn't want her imprisoned and tortured soul to only recall a terrible mask.

Akhan and Helena, the eyes of the two looked at each other, and then the two of them smiled at the same time, Akhan's facial features were the same as the depiction of the painter of the previous dynasty, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his broad face was white and terrifying, but the smile was like a warm sun that could melt the ice.

Helena was in the prime of her life, and the moment she fulfilled her wish, she felt that she had no regrets.

A simple smile, and then this strong, soulless high-ranking priest who had held out for a long time with a soulless body, sat back like this, smiled and closed his eyes forever.

Akhan was sad, but he didn't even have time to suffer and mourn, he still had his own final battlefield - the "saturation period" of this mask, even if it ingested more than six hundred powerful souls, was only a short minute, and he had to hold on.

"Ahh

He looked at Helena's face, sighed, and turned to walk over to the stone wall. With a flick of his staff, two flames ignited, illuminating the entire hall, and he closed the doors to the entire stone chamber.

Next, Akhan used the most powerful magic he could use without the help of a mask, the Nine Rings Spell [Earth Elemental], to eliminate the earth elemental within nearly fifty meters of the entire black pyramid.

"Boom-"

With a roar, the pyramid of thousands of tons crushed the rock layer and slowly sank into the ground, the biggest disadvantage of the earth element is that if the caster dies or the three minutes are up, then all the earth elements that have been temporarily left will return to their former positions, but this is not desirable for the current Akhan.

He didn't have much time, in the slight tilt and upside down of the pyramid, Akhan walked into the obsidian wall, with a wave of his cane, tons of obsidian stone mixed with the scraps of the wooden box, directly covering him, in just a few seconds, the entire wall had been compacted and closed under the action of the spell, even Akhan himself had no way to escape, he was already afraid of nothing.

The "awakened" mask seemed to have felt all this, it was scanning with its divine sense, but it couldn't find any living creatures around, which made the mask, which was only good at bewitching and manipulating, and it trembled on the stone table, trying to escape, but his ability to act was too limited.

And it felt the wail of the land, and the whole room or the whole building was slowly sinking! Those stupid mortals are going to bury themselves! Just like last time!

The mask let out a subtle, mosquito-like roar, and helplessly and angrily sank into the depths of the earth forever along with the six hundred corpses and the Akhan who had fallen asleep in the stone wall.