"Whew!"

Ronan, who had regained consciousness, sat up suddenly.

He gasped for air, his chest heaving and heaving, his body feeling gradually returning with trembling.

Where is this?

Ronan looked around, and the light around him was not very bright.

On the stone three meters away, there were two oil lamps that emitted green light, which looked terrifying.

Ronan licked his lips, his throat bitterly dry.

That damn wine!

Glancing down, he was sitting on a white slate.

The slate is surrounded by white candles and painted with strange symbols in white powder, which looks not much different from the rituals of the old church.

Once his breathing was steady, Ronan lifted the collar of his shirt and looked at his chest.

After the baptism in the secret room, the six-pointed star blood scab left here disappeared after reading the file.

Instead, there is an irregular polygonal pattern tattoo.

The moment Ronan's finger touched, a system prompt sounded in his head.

[Obtain Exclusive Power Skill: Mark of Lust]

[Only available for the "Seven Deadly Sins" position, it will automatically disappear after reading the file and canceling the position]

[Function: Can attach a mark to the target, causing different effects]

[Color Seal: Essence leaks, reduces the target's physical strength]

[Lust Print: Arouses desires and reduces the target's mental power]

[There is no upper limit on use, it cannot be used on followers of the Cthulhu forces, and two marks cannot be stacked on the same target]

[Be honest with your lust]

Oh my god!

Obtaining exclusive power skills means that the baptism on the side of the Holy Council has ended?

Ronan opened [Personal Attributes] and read through the description of the Lust Mark again.

This power skill is simply a divine skill!

The Holy Light Technique awakened by the Old Guild is a simple and crude auxiliary divine skill that is immune to all abnormal states.

This is in conflict with Ronan's purification ability.

On the contrary, it is the [Lust Print] in [Lust Mark], which is perfectly matched with [Charm].

Lower your mental power first, and then charm it.

A very strict-mouthed heroine like Catherine is so easy to attack.

There is also this color print.

Essence leaks out, reducing physical strength......

Tsk tsk, am I floating, or is it dirty?

Ronan coughed dryly, but his throat was still very dry.

There must have been something in the wine that made him unconscious.

However, it doesn't seem like a bad thing to be able to skip the tedious steps and go straight to the baptism without missing parts.

Wait a minute!

Ronan seemed to think of something, and hurriedly lowered his head to check his pants.

The pants are intact and there are no signs of being forcibly undone.

There was no sequelae that my butt would hurt after eating a philosophical lollipop, so I was relieved.

If I knew it, I would have come to the Holy Assembly Line to take a look.

In contrast, his approach to Catherine's attack was less cunning.

Now that I have the mark of lust, I am afraid that in the face of old time, I am afraid that I have the strength to fight.

If the effect of the imprint is outstanding, maybe it can also be killed by leapfrogging, which is the regular operation of the protagonists of those fantasy novels.

Stretching, Ronan moved his shoulders and stood up from the stone slab.

The top of his head was black and oppressive, and the light was dim.

Judging by the inverted stalactites, he is currently in a cave somewhere on Blackwater Island.

All around, very quiet.

Ronan walked towards the two lamps, intrigued by the objects of this age.

Of course, it wasn't the lamp that he was curious about, but what was burning inside.

Why is green light generated?

Love is a light, so green that you panic?

Approaching the oil lamp, before he could study it closely, there were many screams from the depths of the cave.

Ronan frowned slightly, listening attentively.

The inaudible shouts came again.

Following the sound, he lifted the oil lamp and slowly touched it.

The floor of the cave is uneven, and in some places it is still wet, and I don't know where the water comes from.

Ronan suddenly looked strange and covered his nose.

There was a pungent fishy smell in the air, very similar to the smell on the docks.

As you follow the direction of the sound, the smell grows stronger.

Closer, closer.

Less than fifty meters from the source of the sound, Ronan placed the oil lamp behind the stone and crept in.

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After advancing nearly twenty meters in the dark, the scenery in the distance came into view.

A man in a black robe, standing high on a rock, holding a blood-stained branch in his hand.

Underneath him, kneeling in a row of gray-robed believers.

Ronan was more than thirty meters away from the other party, and he vaguely heard the black-robed man shouting a word Ulla.

Those gray-robed believers who were prostrate on the ground were like crazy when they landed.

They screamed indiscriminately, letting out dry yells that didn't mean anything.

As the black-robed man waved the branch in his hand, the believers began to become frantic.

They foamed at the mouth and tore at their comrades' clothes and flesh with their teeth and nails in an eerie scene.

Ulla!

The black-robed man held the branch high and shouted again.

The believers who were still biting each other one second were sitting on the ground as if they had just received their wages and returned the shellfish the next moment.

After a short time, seven gray-robed believers, holding a creature about five or six meters long, walked up to a high place.

Ronan's eyes narrowed to make it easier to focus.

Looking at the outline, it is a bit like a fish, and it is huge.

Think of the whale you saw at Blackwater Pier, is this a calf?

Ulla!

The black-robed man shouted again, and the seven believers held the calf high in the air and slammed it out.

The calf fell from a great height, slammed its head against the bulging stone below, and let out a terrible scream.

This height is not enough to fall to death.

Black blood began to seep out, staining the stone red.

The black-robed man walked down from the height, came to the young whale that was constantly moaning, raised the long knife handed by the believer in his hand, and shouted: "Sacrifice to Allah the great!"

Voices echoed in the cave, and the believers responded: "Sacrifice to Allah the Almighty!"

The black-robed man raised his long knife and slashed it down.

The young whale was disemboweled, howled, and after a few violent flutters, it was silent.

The black-robed man turned into a butcher and used a knife to cut through the body of the young whale.

After a while, he took out a bloody object that appeared to be internal organs and threw it in a large cauldron on the erection of two or three buckets.

Due to the proximity, the black-robed man was covered in blood.

He didn't mind this, and waved the blood on his hands like a sprinkler of water at the believers.

The blood was like a blessing, and the believers rushed forward to cling to it.

"Ulla!"

The gray-robed believers shouted the word over and over again.

As the long knives were plunged into the heads of the calves, they all fell to their knees, squirming like snakes.

And the black-robed man, like a victor, held his blood-stained hands aloft.

At this moment, Ronan, who was in the dark, was suddenly tapped on the shoulder from behind, startled.

A dry voice came from the darkness, "Lord Lust, why are you here?"