Darkness, pain, despair............

In the dayless captivity, time has long been meaningless. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info the skin that does not see the sun becomes dull and pale. In the original radiant eyes, only a thick dead silence remained.

Human beings are truly a pathetic and terrible creature............

For the sake of his own desires, he believes in a cult, uses the blood and lives of his own clan to please the devil, and longs for the false lies given by the devil. With the help of faith and their own desires, these human beings, who are called nobles and butchers, fill the lie called "eternal life" with a weak life and puddles of blood with puddles of blood.

And in the end, wearing black robes, like a dead person, hiding in the unsightly underground, carved with the mark of blasphemy.

Pride brings to them a sense of superiority over human life that despises the rest of society............

Jealousy brings with them resentment that others have things they can't get............

Anger brought to them, wantonly trampling on morality and law to deprive others of their lives............

Laziness brings them to waste limited time in pursuit of what they can't get...........

Greed brings them the desire to possess far more power and wealth than others............

Gluttony has brought them, overindulge themselves to enjoy life, and covet the pleasures of the moment............

brought to them, the key to unleash all the lowly desires and beasts in their hearts............

All of this has led to a kind of group called the 'aristocracy'. They make laws and trample on justice. They built the nation, and they enslaved their people......

All human desires can be found in these people, and the priests, who are in the church, praying for the virtues of the gods, are thrown into the dark corners by these people. With heavy dust, bury it.

Whether it's the first mythological era......

The Heroic Age That Followed......

Or the years of war and strife......

Or the Dark Ages of Ignorance......

Today's New World......

These aristocrats, who have been staying in the upper echelons of society, have refreshed their lower limits again and again. Although, some aspirants try to reverse this phenomenon. Moreover, they were successful for a time, but under the so-called humanity, the darkness remained.

Just like it is now.

In a dark cage with dark red blood stains, young children abducted from their loved ones are held. These young lambs, in their eyes, were indeed used as sacrifices to the 'Lord' in their hearts. Use the blood of these lambs, with their souls, to please the master who lives in the shadows of darkness. Desire the Master, give them transcendent rights, and the eternal life that mortal desires.

Tie life to the center of an inverted hexagram and hold the lamb in place with ropes and nails. The body of the lamb was cut open with a knife, and bright red blood flowed out. According to legend, the blood of life carries the soul of life itself. And in the ancient stories, those demons who live in the bottomless abyss, and the devils in the nine-layer purgatory, are always thirsting for the flesh and soul of mortals.

Flames burned above the torches, illuminating the gloomy hall, but no one could dispel the coldness and despair of the place.

There are not enough sacrifices......

In the dark, a man said. Soon, other voices that were talking about it also responded.

The quality is so poor, it's all a little scrap of civilians......

Those lackeys have so many slick noses......

Now, those obnoxious spies have become suspicious of me......

Afraid of what. As long as it succeeds, everything in this country will come back to us......

A momentary loss will be exchanged for ruining the so-called reformers, and this deal is enough......

Yes, instead of being driven to a dead end by those hillbillies, it's better to give it a go......

Well, in that case, do we have a way out......

There is no way back for us......

......

Be quiet......

A black-robed man stepped to the front and suppressed everyone's noise in a majestic voice.

We are noble beings in our own right, and we should not make a fuss about some trivial things......

Everyone stopped talking and listened quietly to the words of the black-robed man.

And, everyone, don't forget it! Thirty-four years ago, who betrayed us and knelt before the hillbillies' seats......

Of course......

Remember, if not.......

The sinner who turned his back on the glory of his ancestors......

If it weren't for that cunning fox...... An almost dead voice rang out....... Well, that shameless bitch can't sit there......

Yes, everyone.

The black-robed man at the front spread his arms.

Because of the Fox who betrayed us, we failed miserably, and even the master fell asleep because of him......

But now, the master has woken up.......

Crash!!!!!!

The torches hanging on the walls, and suddenly, the burning flames grew larger. Seeing this situation, all the people who stayed here were in a commotion.

Moreover, that cunning Fawkes brought everything into the cemetery for the sake of so-called peace. His son, his daughter-in-law, don't know all this, but we can't forget Fox's betrayal......

So, dead, the son and daughter-in-law of the cunning Fox died at our hands and were executed. Not only that, but their only descendant, that little mongrel, also fell into our hands......

Since the sacrifices are not enough, then we will take out more high-quality sacrifices and sacrifice them to the master......

A sacrifice that also flows with noble blood......

Two men in black armor dragged a small and frail child to the altar.

Behold, these are the descendants of that traitor, the offspring of that sinner......

The black-robed man grabbed the child by the hair and pulled his face up so that everyone could see it in the firelight.

Sinner......

Kill this little bastard......

Kill that cunning Fox's little cub......

Everybody! The black-robed man spoke. We will sacrifice this little cub to the master, and the master will be satisfied with this sacrifice, and the descendants of this man who has committed a great sin, believing in the master, will be satisfied with the flesh and soul of this little cub......

Sacrifice...

Sacrificial ......

Sacrificial ............

In the midst of the frenzied shouts, the child was pulled to the altar and his limbs were firmly bound with ropes. The black-robed man stepped forward and stared at the child in front of him.

The originally smooth silver hair had long since become dry, and under the pale skin was a weak and thin body. In the dim light of the fire, the child's eyes were full of dead silence.

Pretty boy! The black-robed man said. If it weren't for the betrayal committed by your grandfather, you would have shared the glory of your master's return with us, instead of being a sacrifice to your master as you are now......

But alas, there are no ifs in this world......

So, pretty boy, die with despair and resentment......

Your soul and flesh will be the first dish to taste when your master returns......

The black-robed man stabbed a gilded dagger into the child's chest, and blood splashed out, and the child lying on the altar struggled for a moment, and as he did not move, he let the blood flow out. Days of torture, days of hunger, and endless despair and fear had already destroyed the child's heart.

Close your dim eyes, child of sinners......

The black-robed man closed the child's eyes with his blood-stained hands. Then, from the attendant beside him, he took a parchment book with a black cover.

Iyfgwjhfgw......

Erfeiu......

Wqiug......

Qdiu......

Qwydi......

Ouhfvdwkjf......

The black-robed man opened the book, dragged the book in both hands, and read it to the book above the firelight. The people around cheered at this moment.

My lord......

Please come back......

Lead us back to the throne......

Let the world come back to us......

......

The torches hanging on the wall burned violently, and the light of the fire illuminated the entire altar. Accompanied by a frenzied atmosphere, there was also the recitation of the black-robed man, and countless veils made of mist and shadows surged.

These tulles, with many negative emotions, converged, and a black figure appeared behind the altar.

Master......

My lord......

Mostima the Great, King of Hell, Head of the Evil Spirits......

......

When the shadow appeared, everyone cheered. Including the black-robed man who was reciting, I saw him drop the parchment book and kneel down respectfully in front of this black shadow.

Welcome, Master, to reign again......

The black-robed man said in a fanatical tone.