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The white-haired man silently counted in his heart, estimated that the time was almost up, and let out a low sigh

"The ceremony begins!"

The disciples didn't expect it to start so soon, but the warehouse was already obscured from a single light, and everyone's estimation of time had lost its accuracy, on the other hand, these disciples were all brainwashed and did not have any doubts. They took out matches and lit the huge candles on the silver shelves in front of them, and twenty-four orange fires lit almost simultaneously, reflecting the mercury on the ground.

The darkness, which was still soft, suddenly became hideous at this moment, and everyone's eyes that were accustomed to the night were pierced by the sudden candlelight, and the whole warehouse became darker and darker. It is as thick as a puddle of ink that cannot be dissolved, arousing the deepest fear in people's hearts.

Medusa changed into a plain white silk robe, hiding her soft curves in a wide robe. Two eerie golden vertical pupils reflect the candlelight, shining like two torches in the darkness. With a light and gentle step, he walked into a huge circle outlined in blood and mercury.

Her skin was covered with tiny scales from the neck down, and her hands outside the plain robe glowed with strange colors in the candlelight, unlike the white robes, which symbolized purity and sacredness, and were filled with the smell of a cold-blooded animal. With her gestures, the wide plain robe swelled endlessly, like a dancing girl flying in the sky on the Dunhuang murals, and the air currents carried by her blew the candlelight around her and swayed chaotically.

Medusa lifted her feet and landed on only two toes, quickly and forcefully stepping on the empty space of the circle to the center. Stand with your feet staggered, fold your hands in front of your chest and bow your head into meditation, like a statue of a saint carved in stone. When he stood still, the twenty-four believers in a circle raised their hands in unison and bowed down to the center and chanted loudly

"My lord

May your figure always be before my eyes

May your voice always be in my ears

May your light remain in my heart forever

Your humble believers hereby salute you

Pray for your guidance to stop us from feeling lost

Life be to my Lord!

Freedom be to our Lord!

Glory to our Lord! ”

After the prayer was over, everyone fell deep on the ground again, and the figure was pulled out by the candlelight in front of them a long black shadow, accompanied by the flickering candlelight, twisting irregularly, as if dancing a crazy dance.

The white-haired man stood in the distance and gestured to the cultists in the corner, and sixteen strong men in black robes carried four square iron cages and cautiously walked into the circle. In the cage, there are four young boys and girls dressed in linen robes, with different hair colors, various pupil colors, high noses and deep eyes, thin lips and jaws, and they are four Europeans. Apparently sensing the impending danger, he rose and shook the cage with all his might, screaming in despair, despite being exhausted from the days of captivity.

The strong men steadily carried the iron cage into the magic circle, and they were not affected by the shaking of the young man and girl in the cage at all. Naturally, they could not enter the circle with only two toes like Medusa, and they all wore iron shoes studded with spikes, accurately avoiding blood and mercury, and seated the iron cage in the reserved position in the circle with Medusa as the center.

When leaving, a strong man reached into the cage and pulled the linen robes that covered the bodies of the four people and pulled them away, and the two girls screamed in surprise, knelt on the ground and cried in panic with their hands on their chests. The two teenagers let out a series of unbearable curses in the surroundings.

The white-haired man waiting in the distance was obviously a little dissatisfied, turned his head and said a few words to the four disciples beside him, and the two black-robed disciples standing at his side took out two long crossbows from their arms and raised their hands to shoot, and the sharp crossbow arrows shot out silently and directly hit the two teenagers in the cage, one pierced both legs and made them tumble to the ground, and the other shot the shoulder blade and hit the cage wall with its target and then collapsed at the bottom of the cage.

The two of them collapsed to the ground with a grunt of pain, and the two girls were too frightened to speak. At this time, the four of them did not know what kind of outcome awaited them, but it was obvious that these people around them were not good people, and the courage to resist at the beginning quickly dissipated.

After a brief moment of chaos, the warehouse returned to silence, with a few muffled moans and low sobs.

Medusa, who was standing in the circle, seemed to have suddenly woken up and moved.

The arms that leaned out of the robe swayed softly, like a tender willow blown by the spring breeze. The fluttering clothes were driven by the powerful posture of the hunting, and there was no trace of delay in her dancing posture. As if she didn't feel the gravitational pull attached to her, the lightness and agility of the Medusa dance with only two toes on the ground.

She seemed to be immersed in this frenzied dance, her eyes tightly closed, and she swayed with enthusiasm unbridled. In this closed and dark warehouse, under the flickering and dim candlelight, the dance is crazy, as if immersed in another world. The long flowing hair flowed like a tumbling dark cloud, surging along with this brilliant figure, like a group of crazy poisonous snakes.

The twenty-four disciples sitting around the circle straightened up and sang loudly a simple and eerie hymn, which seemed to be an ancient and obscure language, and like a roar of unknown meaning. The monotonous syllables add complex and tactful changes, and the unspeakable pain is relieved with relief, as if to drain the soul of the singer.

Medusa danced wildly in song, the corners of her clothes blowing the chaotic air currents, and the candlelight swayed wildly. The reflection of the figures of the crowd leaves a strange and mysterious image on the wall, which is chilling.

The two graceful toes tossed and turned flexibly in the circle, supporting this vigorous and powerful figure to dance into a blazing flame, and accurately touched and walked in the intricate pattern of the circle, making people wonder if the owner of the pair of toes was still on the ground.

The four boys and girls in the cage seemed to have been snatched of their souls by Medusa's life-burning dance, their eyes followed Medusa's figure, and the four pairs of pupils of different colors gradually lost focus.

The singers' chants have reached their climax, the long and complicated high notes drain the air in the singer's lungs, and everyone's faces show a suffocating flush, the singers don't care, still struggling to stir the air vibration in their lungs The vocal cords that have already crossed the limit, with a detached smile on their faces, several believers even reached the climax in this suffocating pain, and the lower body surged out and wet the black robe in front of them, leaving mottled white marks.

The white-haired man saw that the time had come, and motioned for the four disciples around him to do it. The four of them ripped off their black robes and walked into the circle silently with daggers in their hands, opened the iron cage and stood behind the four soulless teenagers and girls, their majestic and powerful bodies in stark contrast to the boys and girls.

Almost at the same time, the four of them stretched out their hands and grabbed them in the back of the neck and grabbed them in the air, and the boys and girls woke up from their trance, and found that the back of their necks were controlled by others, and they couldn't help but let go of their sorrows.

The four strong men turned a deaf ear to this, raised the dagger in their hands and stabbed slowly but forcefully into the young girl's body, hoping to stimulate the spirits of the four through pain. The howls of the four mixed with the singing of the surrounding believers, like a crazy and terrifying music.

The blood gushing out of the wound continued to draw a terrifying line of blood along the four pale bodies, converging on the feet, dripping down little by little, and gradually merging into four red streams as the amount of bleeding increased, gurgling out of the iron cage and merging with the brighter and brighter magic circle.

Medusa was still immersed in the dance, seemingly unaware of what was happening around her. With the chant becoming more and more high-pitched and loud, the body seemed to be out of her control and twisted strangely, four invisible giant hands were trying to grasp and tear her body, and the joints of the body under the white robe were bent and twisted at incredible angles.

The four poor sacrifices were frightened, and before that, they had gone through three days of purification, and after a few tosses, they really had no strength. The wailing sound became more and more weak, until at last only an inaudible whimper remained, and the loss of blood made them chill, shivering under the grasp of the strong man, and their eyes gradually lost their brightness.

The white-haired man gradually became anxious, although he knew that the success rate of the ceremony was very low, but if none of them succeeded, it would be a trivial matter to waste this luck, and it would still be a problem if there was a suitable place and time to hold a ceremony of this level in the future. He wasn't sure if starting the ceremony early would have an impact on the success rate, but if he really failed, he was afraid that he would have to bear the responsibility himself. Thinking about it, a grim look crossed his face, and he approached the circle and made a gesture to one of the strong men in the cage.

The strong man in the cage carried a delicate young man with flaxen hair and a pair of melancholy iron-gray eyes. At this moment, he was dying from the massive loss of blood, and his handsome face showed a look of disgrace, and his reaction to pain became more and more sluggish.

The strong man got the instructions of his boss, bowed slightly, pulled the young man into his arms, wrapped his thick arms around the young man's chest, held the dagger in his mouth, grabbed the young man's arm with the other hand, and pulled it violently, even in the loud chant, the crisp sound like a cracked paper silk could be heard. The boy was so unbearable by the pain of his broken arm that he cried out loudly, and his crunched chest prevented him from making any sound, but opened his mouth wide and made a strange ho-ho sound.

“Нет!!! алёша! (No!! Alyosha! The young girl who was facing the teenager howled, and at this moment the four people in the cage finally let go of the last trace of false illusions, this group of crazy demons was not just trying to torture their bodies, but really wanted to kill them here.

The strong man's face remained unchanged, and he continued to pour more torture into the poor boy. Not thinking about whether it would cause the weak boy to die, he went straight to the vital point of the boy's body.

The scarred body of the girl who had just howled suddenly erupted with tremendous strength, and although it was grabbed by the back of the neck and lifted off the ground, its thin body waved against common sense, kicking at the strong man behind her. The blood flowing into the circle was no longer dim, but glowed with a metallic sheen like mercury.

The white-haired man watched all this, and a burst of ecstasy welled up in his heart, and he did not hesitate to signal the other three subordinates to increase their efforts. The strong men changed their previous steady, threw away their daggers and began to ravage the sacrifices in their hands furiously. For a while, the crunch sound of broken bones was endless, as if they were playing with three flour dolls, and the three strong men seemed to gradually lose their minds with the chant of more and more crazy tones, and soon the blood of the young man on the other side also crystallined.

The frenzied and cruel ritual finally came to an end with a suffocatingly long high note, the song came to an abrupt end, Medusa's dance steps froze instantly, she opened her eyes and ended with a loud roar, the rising water vapor shrouded her figure in a hazy mist, leaving only a pair of bright golden eyes that burned even through the fog in the dark room.

Twenty-four members of the cult crouched on the ground and fainted. The warehouse turned extremely quiet in an instant, and only twenty-four large white candles were still burning coldly, occasionally making a soft sound of candle bursting.

The white-haired man's excited voice broke the silence

"Mistress Medusa! Succeeded in two! ”