The city center of Accra is a symbol of prosperity, prosperity and the spiritual symbol of the whole city.

Therefore, this district street is called the Jewel Avenue.

The house, located at 72 Jewel Avenue, is a small stone bungalow with three floors.

The area of the single floor is not large, about forty or fifty square meters, which looks very narrow, but because it is located in an area like Jewel Avenue - even if it is a very marginal location, this small bungalow is still not affordable for ordinary people.

The house was inhabited by a lonely old man who had a mediocre relationship with his neighbors, neither good nor bad. And because he rarely goes out, and there is nothing that affects the neighbors, his sense of presence is not high, and it is only when he occasionally goes out and is seen by the neighbors around him that everyone remembers that there is such a person.

At this time, the owner of the small bungalow, Carlo, was picking up an oil lamp and slowly moving down the stairs to the first floor.

The old man's physical condition was obviously not good, his eye sockets were deep-set, his eyes were cloudy, and his body was so thin that it could almost be said to be skinny, which made the old man look like a skeleton. However, after only a few steps, he was already exhausted and out of breath, and he could only rest against the wall for a while before he could continue to walk.

From the staircase to the corner of the house, it was only a dozen steps, but the old man walked for a few minutes.

He looked back at his small apartment, his eyes full of nostalgia.

Karlo vaguely remembers that many years ago, in this hall, he successfully proposed to the woman he loved.

Then they started a family together, and for the sake of this family, he began to work hard: with his own diligence and hard work, he finally became an officer. On that day, in this hall that brought him good fortune, he shared this joy of being an officer with his wife. And his wife, also on that day, shared another joy with him: he finally had a child.

After that, the memories are very plain, but they seem very warm.

He grew up with his son, and grew old with his wife. From officer to commander, then commander to regimental commander, then to a good general, and finally to retire, leaving the army he had cultivated with his own hands to his successor, the son of a brilliant man who had been trained by him since childhood.

Carlo had always thought that this would continue in the future.

His son would follow his path and grow their family to become a true nobleman. And he will begin to nurture his grandson as he educates his son.

Until twenty-five years ago, before the outbreak of the northern expedition of the Kingdom of Tria, he had thought so.

The old man closed his eyes in pain, and his right hand, which was holding the oil lamp, was so hard that he kept trembling.

After a long time, Carlo finally opened his eyes again.

His eyes hardened, and he slowly pressed a mechanism in the corner.

A twisting sound sounded softly.

And then on the side of this corner, a piece of the floor collapsed.

With some difficulty, Carlo leaned over, then pushed the collapsed floor to the side, revealing a staircase that led deep underground.

Without the slightest hesitation, just a little struggle, but the old man still walked resolutely towards the basement.

After about thirty steps, a bright light came from the dimly lit corridor.

The light isn't intense, but it's not dim either.

It is a space of about 100 square meters, and the dome is about 5 meters above the ground.

In the middle of this space is a square platform about one meter high and five meters long, and on the platform is a hexagonal stone platform about one meter and a half meters high.

A six-pointed star magic array was carved on the stone platform in a Yin carving technique, and a faint golden liquid was poured into the Yin Carving Groove, which was gradually solidifying. And in the middle of this stone platform, that is, in the center of the magic array, there is a slightly withered heart.

But I don't know if it's an illusion, but the heart seems to be beating at a very slow rate.

Around the stone platform, about three meters apart from the corners of the hexagon, is a stone slab that has been erected.

There are five stone slabs in total, and the remaining corner is a step up the platform.

At this time, each of the five stone slabs was tied to an elf who had fallen into a coma.

Carlo walked slowly into the place with a trembling oil lamp, and a slight smell of blood began to penetrate his nostrils, which made him frown.

A young man hurried to greet him.

"Grandpa." The young man called softly.

"What's going on?" Carlo glanced at a corpse not far from the platform and asked in a deep voice, "Didn't I say that sacrifices should not be wasted before the ceremony begins?" ”

If Su Yan and Fina were here at this time, they would have recognized that this corpse, which was still dead with anger, was none other than the merchant leader of the ruby caravan, Arian.

"He knows the truth, so he wants to stop the ritual." The young man, as if compelled by the old man's majesty, bowed his head and replied, "I stopped him, but he still refused to give up, so I had to kill him first, lest the ritual be ruined." ”

Carlo nodded, not saying anything more.

But soon, as if remembering something, he asked, "What about the little girl?" ”

"I knocked me out." The young man replied again.

The old man's eyes showed a bit of contemplation, but soon became cold again: "Orn, revenge always comes with the sacrifice of innocents, right? ”

"Yes, Grandpa." The young man known as Orn looked up, then nodded firmly and said, "Father, Mother, Uncle Bonie, Uncle Jace...... Their shame must be washed away with the blood of the enemy. For this reason, I am willing to sell my soul to anyone, as long as he can help us get revenge! ”

"Yes, revenge!" Old Carlo's eyes became firm again.

He looked at the imprisoned people in the corner of the main hall, and there was no longer the slightest pity in his eyes: "It's almost time, let's start the ceremony." ”

As if knowing what fate they were about to meet, those imprisoned in the corner began to struggle frantically.

These men and women, civilians and mercenaries.

But most of them are actually ordinary women who have no combat effectiveness. And even if they are mercenaries, most of them have been beaten to cripples, and there is little strength at this time. The only ones who still have some combat ability are the members of the Storm Mercenary Group who have just been tied in tonight, but they have obviously suffered a lot of torture, and although they are struggling at this time, the iron chains that restrict their mobility will not become brittle because of their will to survive.

These people were actually bought by Carlo from the hands of the fallen.

Many people, including the Earl of Acala and Prince Ahrens, thought that the human trafficking of the Fallen Hand was used to corrupt the aristocracy of the North.

In any case, they could not have imagined that the biggest business of the Fallen Hand in the North would actually come from Carlo, a low-key, non-existent old man.

Many of the sacrifices to be sacrificed were fugitive members of the Dark Embrace Mercenaries—those who were now wanted criminals in Acala City, and who thought that Carlo, a powerless old man, could not help them, and wanted to help them escape the north by threatening him to buy people from the Fallen Hand.

But they didn't know that although Carlo was now incapable of fighting, and it was even very difficult to walk, he was once a general, and whether it was strategy or tactics, he was far from being comparable to these ordinary mercenaries.

So the result was clear: these guys became the sacrifices that Carlo was going to use in the sacrificial ritual.

In Carlo's eyes, these people were no different from the women he had secretly bought.

It's like a butcher's serious chickens, ducks, cows and sheep.

Orn was now standing next to the altar of the stone platform, holding a short dagger in his hand that was pitch black.

The blade of the dagger was curved like a snake snaking forward.

His mouth was full of strange words—not a continental lingua franca, at least no one in the audience could understand what kind of language it was, and the only thing they could feel was that it made them feel very irritated, and a strange impulse to destroy was growing in their minds, making them want to destroy and tear apart everything in front of them, whether it was people or things.

As Orn's voice grew louder, so did the desire.

An elf groaned and woke up from his coma, and immediately he felt a strong malice enveloping his heart, and the intense pain almost destroyed his spirit, which made him start to scream wildly.

"What are you doing! Quick, stop! The elf's terrible screams finally woke up several of the other elves.

But all the elves who woke up were dominated by intense pain at this moment, and only subconsciously began to struggle frantically, as well as all kinds of meaningless roars and screams. Their minds at this time are all chaotic, they can't form effective memories at all, it can almost be said that they have fallen into a state of amnesia, and the only remaining emotions are the desire to destroy, the desire to kill.

Finally, as Orn's chant-like whisper entered a fast, high-pitched rhythm, the screams of the five elves became sharper.

Then the next moment, I saw Orn holding the black dagger and quickly walked around in front of the five elves, and a wound appeared on each of the five elves' eyebrows, and the blood in their bodies suddenly began to fly out of the wound at the center of their eyebrows, forming a thin line in the air, and then flew towards the heart on the altar and began to converge.

With the infusion of blood, the heart, which had shrunk and almost dried up, suddenly began to become rosy.

The heartbeat, which used to beat only once a minute, began to become clear and rapid, and even the beating sound was strong and powerful.

Orn's chanting did not stop, but began to grow more rapid, so that his voice became a little sharp.

When the heart that had been placed on the altar finally reached fifteen beats per second, Orn finally plunged the dagger into the heart.

"Bang!"

A loud crushing explosion echoed through the air.

A jet-black light also burst out from the heart at this moment.

The light quickly turned into a pillar of light, shooting straight into the sky.

The rock formations, floors, and houses that blocked the light from the beam of light all melted under the direct sunlight of the pillar of light.

However, in an instant, this pillar of light had already broken through all obstacles and shot straight into the starry sky.

Then, the pillar of light ushered in the first wave diffusion.

A black ripple escalated from the air, covering the entire city of Akara.

Immediately afterward, a black energy shield completely besieged the entire city of Akara upside down.

Black smoke began to fill the city of Acala.

All the inhabitants who inhaled the smoke turned red in an instant, all their sanity was completely gone, and the only thing left in their minds was destruction and killing.

In the underground stone room, watching the people who were being used as sacrifices in front of them began to fight each other with red eyes, Carlo's cloudy eyes finally bloomed.

"It worked! We...... It worked! The old man cried out excitedly, and then eagerly went to find his grandson.

But soon, the old man's face once again showed a sad look.

Because of his grandson, the moment he was blown out just now, his breath had been completely cut off.

This ceremony, if successful, will take the life of the officiant.

"Aoun......" The old man squatted down and gently stroked his grandson's handsome face, "My Aoun...... Mine, grandson......"

"Whew." There was a low, heavy breathing sound from behind the old man, "His soul is very firm, not confused and hesitant, and full of strong hatred and revenge for this world. …… It's the soul of the best and the most delicious. ”

The old man turned his head slowly, and then he saw a young man who looked exactly like Orn standing behind him: "Orn......"

"Don't get confused, mortal, I'm not your grandson." The man with the exact same face as Orn spoke, his tone full of coldness, completely devoid of the intimacy of the previous conversation between Orn and Carlo, "For the sake of your successful sacrifice, I can grant your wishes. …… It's revenge on this world, the complete destruction of this world, and the spread of all the pain and disasters to this world, right? ”

"Yes!" The old man hesitated for a moment, he seemed to feel that something was not right, but when he saw Orn's smile, he nodded subconsciously, he didn't realize that his eyes had begun to darken, and his soul was gradually detaching from his body, "Xiang...... This world is vengeful and spreads pain...... with disaster. ”

"Yes, mortal, I promise you! Hahahaha! ”