The defenders waited a long time for the attack to follow. This is not normal, according to the violent and chaotic nature of the demons, even if those demons who have seen Diego's crazy slaughter are frightened, the other demons should not cower, you know, this dwarven bunker is crowded with people, crowded with nearly three legions of demons!

Diego reached out and stopped the druids who wanted to transform into a cheetah and sneak out to find out. Although there are very few, there are not many demons out there, and there are no Eredar Warlocks, these guys are very good at detecting invisibility, and they are not worth the risk.

"You guys get ready for battle down there, and I'll go up to the rooftop to see what's going on!" He whispered. As soon as the battle was over, Marise rushed over and cast three rejuvenation spells on him in one go. For relieving fatigue and removing muscle tension, this spell couldn't be better. At least he now has the strength to climb to the top of the building.

As he walked up the spiral staircase to the top, he noticed that the demons weren't all crowded at the bunker door, ready to attack, as he had expected. Instead, most of them were gathering about five or six hundred yards away from the bunker, watching something.

This distance is safe for the range of the M1 rifle, but not necessarily for the death gaze. Diego didn't shoot right away, though, he needed to figure out what the hell these demons were up to.

He applied an eagle eye to himself to see further. Through this spell, he saw that in the circle formed by the demons, several Ereda Warlocks were carving something on the ground, what seemed to be some kind of magic circle, but it could also be an altar, because Diego found dozens of demons being tied up like rice dumplings, thrown at the nodes of these lines.

Diego was confused, but he knew that what the demons were going to do would not be a good thing for the bunker, so he didn't hesitate to pick up his gun and shoot one of the Ereda Warlocks.

The warlock was directly smashed in two, and one life whimpered. Compared to those meats. In the fight race, the physical strength of the Ereda Warlocks is much inferior. But before Diego could aim for another target, an Ereda Warlock suddenly spilled some sand-like powder from his hand, which quickly spread through the air, forming a large green mist in just a few seconds, covering almost all the demons.

Diego fired a few random shots into the mist, but nothing came from inside, and he didn't know if he had been hit.

"Hell!" Diego cursed in exasperation and put away his death gaze. He hated this feeling of powerlessness and could only wait for fate to come, but what could he do when he was outnumbered,

……

Just as Diego sulked, within the green mist, the Ereda Warlocks finally finished setting up the altar. Miraculously, the green mist shrouded them like a dome, but there was no fog inside the dome at all, which did not affect their vision in the slightest.

"These escaped cowards have tarnished the prestige of the Burning Legion, and they must pay for it, but I would be more than happy to give them a final chance to atone for their sins rather than be executed!" An Eledar Warlock, who appeared to be the leader, shouted at the demons watching around.

The demons were in an uproar, and they exchanged words and discussions, knowing that this was not in the tradition of the demons, and in their dictionary there was never a word for forgiveness!

"Now, they're going to have a new responsibility, an even greater responsibility." The Warlock Leader said with a smile, stromming the tentacle-like tendrils of his jaw before motioning for the other Warlocks to get to work, "They will complete a sacrifice and sacrifice their eternal lives to the Burning Expedition!" ”

The demons were in an uproar, as we all know, demons are difficult to kill in the material plane, and even if they die, they will be reborn in the warped void, but being sacrificed is different, that means complete extinction, and there is no possibility of resurrection!

At the nodes of the circle, the tightly bound demons also struggled violently - they also knew that their end was coming - but the ropes made of these beast tendons were so flexible that even if they broke their skin and blood, they did not break free!

The warlocks came up behind the lambs to the slaughter, each holding a twisted obsidian dagger in their hands. They held the victim's head from behind with one hand, and slashed the dagger through their throats. Blood spurted out like a fountain and fell to the ground with a pop.

In the center of the circle, the warlock leader also began the ritual. He chanted a mantra, connecting his energy to the altar in front of him, and then stirred it up. A green glow emanated from the lines that formed the circle. Like poisonous snakes, the blood that fell to the ground swam on its own, meandering into those lines and flowing slowly along them.

Abnormally, the wounds in the throats of the slaughtered demons kept bleeding, as if all the fluid in their bodies had been squeezed out of there. Their bodies shrunk and shriveled, until they were sucked into a withered fist-sized mass, which scattered with a light gust of wind, and then flew up like ashes, disappearing between heaven and earth.

This strange process lasted a full quarter of an hour, and by the time the last corpse was gone, the entire line of the altar was filled with blood, much higher than the grooves carved by the sorcerers, but it had no meaning of overflowing. At that moment, the altar made a muffled grunt like a living creature, like a loud burp.

The warlock leader knew that this was a sign of the completion of the sacrifice, and next, it would be another part of the ritual - the bestow!

"Everyone, come into the circle! Do not be afraid, warriors, what you will receive is the gift of the will of the void, which is the supreme glory that will make you stronger and more fearless! He licked the blood from his teeth and assured each of the demons, his tone full of temptation - in fact, it wasn't just the Dreadlord who could demagogue, and the Eredar Warlocks were no slouch at it, "Accept this gift, and the Twisted Void will always be with you, giving you the greatest power!" ”

Suspicious, the demons trembled and stepped into the circle of the circle. The altar immediately grabbed their legs tightly, and the next moment, the surging power of evil energy poured into their bodies like a flood, rampaging through them, washing them wantonly.

Their bodies froze suddenly, and the muscles of their bodies trembled suddenly. Their bones, their skin, creaked with the surging power of evil and were molded stronger and stronger. The shaping process was so brutal that it was as if their bodies had been torn apart and then re-pinched, but none of the demons complained in the face of the torn pain, on the contrary, almost every one of them was ecstatic - for the demons born from the Twisted Void, one of the most intuitive criteria for strength was the amount of evil energy capacity in their bodies. Now that this magical altar is transforming their bodies so that it can accommodate more evil energy, isn't it worth the ecstasy?

"Warriors, how are you feeling right now?" The warlock leader asked in a surprisingly gentle voice.

"It's a gift in the truest sense of the word, so generous, so powerful!"

"I feel stronger than ever, I feel like I can tear everything apart!"

"I need to vent, I need to kill! I'm going to tear the flesh of those humans and dwarves and sprinkle their blood on my face! I'll drink their blood until I can't drink it anymore! Give me their blood! ”

The demons' blood-red eyes roared and roared like wild beasts, their chests rising and falling uncontrollably fiercely, their hands crunching as if they dared to rush head-on even in the face of the bombardment of dwarven artillery.

The leader of the Ereda Warlocks looked at these demons who were already on the verge of madness with satisfaction, he wanted such a rampaging and bloodthirsty warrior. Reason? Not at all, in the next battle, that thing will only make them frightened and cowardly!

"Go, go and shred the humans and dwarves hiding in the turtle shells, these cowardly races do not deserve to live in this world, the Burning Legion will be victorious, and after today, this weak world will usher in the rule of the Burning Legion! The end is coming! He agitated loudly, each word making the demons more violent, and every word made them more bloodthirsty.

With his hysterical screams, the demons, who had finally lost their minds, rushed towards the dwarven bunker not far away, burning with the beast of destruction. Sex. Like a torrent of destruction, they smashed everything they saw in their path, not even the stones.

Victory or death, these crazy beasts don't accept anything else!