Time passed in the burning city, and before you knew it, the night sky of Hurengel had covered the clouds of the second half of the night, ushering in the darkest period of the natural day.

However, despite the blazing fires that dotted the city streets, the Earl's castle was still brightly lit, the halls of the castle were bustling with people, and the nervous shepherds carried the sleeping bodies of the purple-spot patients back and forth under the angry shouts of Officer Mercas.

Count Drew crouched in a corner of the castle's hall, drawing a huge magic circle on the floor with a brush stained with the blood contained in the bucket, and then retreated into the shadows at the edge of the hall to watch the busy cultists. After the Earl's magic circle was drawn, Priest Mercas ordered the Shepherds to move the purple spot patients into the blood-colored magic array, and the work of the cultists was carried out in an orderly manner under the command of the priest, and those who fell asleep were thrown into the magic circle in turn to form a mess of people, which looked like a mass grave jutting out of the ground.

The wound on Count Drew's face had been healed by Bergero's silver sword, but if you look closely, you will see that the healed wound bears obvious marks of being forcibly stitched together by needles and threads in a short period of time, and the flesh under the skin on both sides of the wound is forced to twist together as if to leave an unsightly nodule on the Count's cheek.

After temporarily stopping the command of the cultists and confirming that these lower-level followers of the Demon Pastor Sect had properly moved all the purple spot patients they had taken from the Cathedral of Tiamagos to the blood magic array in the hall of the castle, Mercas raised his hand and touched the sweat on his forehead, turned around and walked to Count Drew's side and asked, "My lord, the patients have all moved over, can we start the sacrifice next?" ”

Count Drew turned his head to look at him, thought for a moment, and then asked, "What about that girl?" ”

"What do you mean?" Priest McCasse bowed his head humbly.

"The dark-haired human girl. Didn't I tell you? Separate her out, she's special. ”

As he spoke, the lord of Hurengel clasped his hands and waited for the priest's reply. His voice was now back to the young but mature and elegant aristocratic male voice of the past, as if all the changes in the Cathedral of Tiamagos were caused by Bergaro's scratching of his face. Now that the wound on his cheek had been stitched up, the suspicious female voice had been sealed back under the cortex, and he had become the Count Violet that everyone had remembered.

At the very least, the basic persona is changed back.

"Oh, you say her." The priest hurriedly nodded, "Don't worry, I've watched the person you wanted." ”

As the words fell, he turned his head and gestured to one of the Demon Shepherds, who immediately understood what he meant, and then called a few companions to bring over a stretcher from nowhere and put it on the ground, and the black-haired warlock girl Lilith was lying quietly on the stretcher.

Count Drew nodded in satisfaction, walked over to Lilith's sleeping face, crouched down and reached out to stroke the girl's cheek, and after feeling the magic in the girl's body again, he withdrew his hand and walked to the center of the castle hall.

"Believers, lean in." He paused, then turned to face most of the cultists in the hall, "Yes, come here...... Face me, then look at me, look into my eyes, everyone. ”

As he spoke, the young Earl relied on his majesty in the crowd to quickly gather the shepherds in the hall in front of him, and stood in an orderly queue. Priest McCas counted the numbers, told the Count that all but one of those standing guard outside the castle had arrived, and stood aside.

The middle-aged priest had thought that his Lord Count was going to make an impromptu lecture before the sacrificial ceremony began.

However, after a few seconds, he realized that he was wrong.

"Poof——!

Several sounds of blood that overlapped one after the other.

The sound of blood splattering was like the tip of a dagger piercing the eardrums of Officer McCas, and the middle-aged priest was shocked to see Count Drew suddenly draw his short sword from his waist and swing a right-to-left slash at the cultists in the first row in front of him, and those cultists who had been wiped by the earl fell down with their heads on their heads, and the throat in front of their necks was accurately drawn by the bloody sword in several neatly arranged openings.

The priest's heart was on the verge of spiraling out of control.

His mouth was wide open, almost trying to scream. At this moment, he suddenly noticed that Count Drew had calmly witnessed the death and fall of the row of cultists in front of him, while the other cultists in the back row of the first row of cultists were still maintaining the same expressions as they had done a second, as if nothing had happened in front of them, and nothing had happened in reality.

Officer McCasse was stunned. He thought he was dazzled by the temporary hallucination, so he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and when he felt that it was almost there, he put it down again.

As soon as he let go, a second neat sound of blood erupted from the cultists' ranks, and the second row of cultists in front of the earl continued to fall.

This time, the middle-aged priest finally realized that he was not hallucinating.

He saw it really. Count Drew is killing people efficiently—but it's their own people.

This is crazy! He thought.

Of course, the crazy reality doesn't pause because of his surprise. Just as Officer Mercas fell into a stunned stupor, Earl Drew's dagger quickly killed the third and fourth rows of the queue...... Up to the last row of the Shepherds. The cultists who had been scolded by Priest Mercas for carrying the sick a few minutes ago were all reduced to dead bodies, and the repentance and condolences made by Count Drew were only to stick out his tongue and lick the blood stains on the daggers.

For a moment, Priest McCas felt that his three views were collapsing, and he couldn't understand what was happening in front of him.

Everything in front of you - there is no way to make sense!

"Big... My lord. The priest looked at the Count, who had withdrawn his tongue from his dagger, and his face turned pale. You... What are you? ”

"The sacrifice was perfect, a hundred times better than expected." Count Drew lowered his sword and turned his head to explain to him, "So, the plan has changed. ”

At that moment, a wicked smile bloomed on the young earl's face, as if what he had just done was reasonable and not surprising, just as it was natural for a human to eat and drink three meals a day.

The middle-aged priest gasped, and felt a suffocation in his throat.

The heart of the demon baby in the body of the purpura patient will produce a certain amount of magic power after a period of growth. According to the original plan, they spread the purple spot disease to the city of Hurenger, in order to sacrifice the purple spot patients in the church to the blood magic circle drawn by Count Drew tonight, and establish a temporary teleportation circle through a large amount of magic power.

Due to the limited magical power in the original plan, their plan was only to build a temporary teleportation array to connect the underground world of Ferdia and teleport a group of demon troops hoarded by the Demon Pastor Cult - but now, as Count Drew said, the magic in the black-haired girl's body is too full, and Count Drew seems to have temporarily changed his plan and is preparing to build a teleportation array that consumes more mana.

Opening up the teleportation tunnel to the underworld of Ferdia was already very draining, and if the teleportation array they were going to build next led to a more distant place, where would that place be?

More distant than that, and related to demons...... That place can only be!

Suddenly, he realized that his own understanding of the Demon Shepherd Sect was too naïve.

"Why are you still standing?" After finishing the killing work just now, Count Drew leaned down and lifted the corner of the clothes of one of the believers' corpses, "Come here, help me throw the corpses of these people into the magic circle as well." ”

As he spoke, he dragged the corpse's clothes to the side of the blood magic array he had drawn earlier and threw it in, then walked back without looking back, ready to carry the second Demon Shepherd he had killed. The corpse of the cultist he threw into the Blood Magic Circle fell to the ground and piled up with the sleeping citizen suffering from Purple Spot, apparently also put on the sacrificial list by Count Drew.

"What's wrong, priest?" When he returned to the center of the castle hall to carry the second corpse, the terrifying Drew found that the priest on the side was still standing still, and a trace of displeasure suddenly flashed across his face, "Could it be that you want to resist me?" ”

"Ahh Oh no, my lord, my faith is strong! Hearing Count Drew's question, Priest McCas was so frightened that he hurriedly replied, "The earth will eventually disappear, the ocean will eventually dry up, the sky will eventually fall, and only destruction will last forever!" ”

By the way, he memorized the well-remembered dogma again with a twitch of his brain, and his voice was not very reverent, and he spoke as fast as a weasel stealing a chicken.

Looking at Priest McCas's body trembling with fear, Count Drew didn't show any dissatisfaction, just raised his head and looked straight into the priest's eyes, and then—

"That's right." He smiled and said to the priest, "Alright, let's get to work." ”

"Yes!"

The middle-aged priest shouted loudly, and immediately set off to carry the cultist's corpse. His movements became vigorous in a short time, and the sweat of diligence slipped down the brim of the clergyman's hat to his face, as if the matter of carrying corpses had become his lifelong career, and he wished that he was a barbarian.

With the help of Priest McCass, the progress of the corpses of the cultists was greatly improved. Soon, as Priest Mercas rolled up his sleeves to wipe the last sweat from his forehead, the corpses in the castle hall were finally thrown by him and Count Drew into the blood-painted magic circle and piled up with the sick. The dark-haired maiden named Lilith was temporarily set aside, and Count Drew said that he was going to make special arrangements for the best sacrifices, and that this evil sacrifice ritual could begin in earnest at any time.

Just then, a voice from outside the hall door interrupted the Count and the priest's concentration.

The voice came from none other than the shepherd priest that Priest McCas had mentioned standing guard outside the castle gates. The shepherd, with an old-fashioned monocular in his hand, hurried into the castle hall and reported to Count Drew and Priest McCas, who had turned to him, "Two lords, there is a situation outside the castle, and a team of living people is approaching this side of the castle. ”

As soon as the words fell, the cultist who reported the news suddenly noticed the blood magic array and the pile of people in the corner of the hall, and his eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Count Drew, who was walking towards him step by step, and asked, "Big... My lord, may I ask... Those corpses were... What's going on? ”

"You don't have to worry about that." Count Drew walked up to him with a calm face, "Tell me about the team you just mentioned, who are approaching the castle?" ”

"It's... Yes. A frightened voice replied.

"How many of them came?"

"Not much, only four."

"That's easy, put down the iron gate of the castle."

"But the iron gate is still broken." The cultist was embarrassed and said, "The craftsmen in the castle have been killed by us again, and those technicians are estimated to have been converted into bone racks by this time, and our door will probably not be repaired for a while." ”

"Oh, that's right......" the Count nodded in realization.

Then, a sharp cold light flashed, and Officer Mercas frowned and closed his eyes, and the unlucky believer who didn't know the truth really tilted his head and fell down as he thought.

"Priest, you go to guard the door for him." Putting the dagger back into its sheath, the Count, whose hands were stained with blood, looked back at the priest who had reopened his eyes, "I need you to buy me at least half an hour." Half an hour, that's not hard for you, is it? ”

"Of course!" Priest McCasse replied loudly, "Please don't worry, my lord, I'll go!" ”

With that, he untied the shackles from his belt and rushed out of the hall door, acting as if to escape a terrible nightmare, in addition to his duty.