It was a very ordinary twilight, and the setting sun sank into the horizon, and the afterglow of blood stained the sky red.

The cold wind from the north swept across the Iron Hoof Plain, oppressing the withering weeds on the land, blowing the leaves and the branches of the trees with teeth and claws, bringing a palpitating chill to the south, and brazenly announcing that winter was coming.

This is not an ordinary twilight, on this day, North Sunderland and Lorenço finally broke out in the largest military conflict in decades, the two sides in a short period of time invested more than a thousand troops, the war quickly spread on the border, all the neighboring cities of the two countries entered a state of wartime martial law that night, all the communication arteries connecting the two countries were completely blocked.

Before the Titan Holy See's edict of pacification and suppression, military conflicts will inevitably lead to large-scale wars.

This is a scene that two countries that have influenced each other in history, are hostile to each other, and praise each other do not want to see, but they are extremely hopeful.

"Why did you choose this time?"

It was a middle-aged man's questioning voice, low and slightly magnetic, as if there was a mysterious cord wrapped around it. And he himself was the same, the whole person was hidden in a wide black robe, revealing only a pair of blue pupils.

"It's a good opportunity, isn't it?"

The person who answered him was a woman's voice, and there was pride and dignity in her tone. The lady-like dress, with a black veil hanging from her delicate round-brimmed hat, obscured her face, and had a typical temperament of a perennial superior.

But this made the middle-aged man next to him feel unhappy, putting aside the apparent identity, the status of the two is the same, and the rights of the two are tied.

However, the woman regarded him as a subordinate, and pushed all the troublesome things to him, and made assertions on important matters - such as the matter that was going on now, and she had no intention of discussing it with him at all, and waited for the eyeliner notice to rush over, but it was impossible to prevent or undo it.

Middle-aged men and ladies are noble people, but they are not in a golden reception hall or a comfortable and elegant room, but in a deserted and wild place on the border between North Sunderland and Lorenzo.

However, it is not quite correct to say that it is deserted, there is also a broken wall left by the destruction of some unknown building complex, maybe a village, maybe a town, but this question is not important to those present.

An area tens of meters in diameter in the middle of the complex has been cleared out of a level ground, in which dozens of people with masked faces are busy.

The middle-aged man and the noble lady stood outside the building and watched from a distance, while the carriage servants and guards brought by the two were waiting far away from the place where they could no longer see.

"I don't understand what you mean! It's an opportunity, but it's only a few months away from being able to make it bigger and better, so why would you assert it? The middle-aged man's voice gradually became stern, he was waiting for an opportunity, but the noble lady consumed this opportunity in advance, and their success rate from the goal dropped by several percentage points at once.

"Did you know that Wilbur was killed?" The lady ignored the middle-aged man's stern questioning, and instead asked a soft rhetorical question.

"Of course I know that the biggest suspect in the killing of Wilbur is the night owl, but we can't lose our cool because we're in a hurry to avenge a dog, can we?" The middle-aged man knew the lady's personality very well, so he could only slow down his tone before the two sides could continue to talk.

And when it comes to the fact that Welber, who has only been in the organization for a few years, can get the trust and favor of the noble lady, in addition to disdain, the middle-aged man has an indescribable anger in his heart.

But now, Wilbur has been killed, and the forces in the northern part of the Iron Hoof Plains he is in charge of are close to being wiped out, and the murderer is not clear, only that he has something to do with the spy organization Night Stalkers in North Sunderland.

This did not implicate the middle-aged man, so he was only happy about it, and thanked the murderer for letting him sleep peacefully for several days in a row, and even the tone of his prayer to Barot was much lighter.

"Webber is a very capable man." The lady's tone was tinged with pity, which made the middle-aged man next to him look fierce, he stared viciously at the curve of the lady's seductive body from an angle that would not be seen, and scolded in a low voice in his heart: Yes, he is very capable of "doing", so you are so satisfied with him?!

The noble lady didn't notice, or didn't mind the middle-aged man's gaze, she just looked at the people who were busy working in the ruins of the building complex not far away, and changed the topic and said, "The night owl has already set its sights on us, and the person in the mirror has probably smelled us." And the news from the religious country is that the Correctional Institution is very dissatisfied with the turmoil in North Sunderland and Lorenzo, and they must know that this is our handiwork, so it is very likely that they will send demon hunters. In this case, how do you wait a few months? ”

The lady looked down at her slender finger in a velvet glove, on which a dazzling jeweled ring reflected a dazzling and captivating color.

"Opportunities can get bigger and better, but they can also slip through your fingers and you won't be able to grasp them again."

The middle-aged man was silent, he was not afraid of the two spy organizations of the Night Stalker and Lorenzo's Mirror Man, even if they came together to find trouble, he could deal with it calmly, but the minions of the Punishment Institute, a subordinate institution of the Titan Holy See, the Demon Hunter Knights, were not joking, whether it was him or the noble lady, they might not be able to bear it in front of these mad dogs.

"But that's not enough to justify your assertions, we're not prepared enough, and North Sunderland and Lorenço don't have enough hatred for each other. Rushing to move now will only turn into a large-scale military conflict in the end, not a war, and the Titan Holy See will not sit idly by and ignore this. The middle-aged man continued to emphasize his questioning, he didn't want years of hard work to be burned, and he didn't want the woman in front of him to come and go as soon as he called for him.

"No, that's enough, don't forget that war is just an opportunity, to create a hotbed for darkness to grow, and the ultimate goal of our coming here is a hundred years of curse. Now, the time has been sufficient. The noblewoman's tone was a little flat, she didn't like the increasingly disobedient attitude of this former subordinate, now of equal status.

"You also know that it is a hundred-year curse, and now it is only seventy years, and the power has not been accumulated enough at all, you will only call out a defective product, and the curse will not succeed." The middle-aged man sneered.

"Why succeed? The Hundred Years Curse has been four times now, that is, four hundred years, except for the first time to let the Rose Dynasty bury it, which one has succeeded? Since it is impossible to succeed, what is the difference between defective products and complete parts. ”

"At least the body can communicate completely, and the defective product is just a deranged madman, and it will ruin a qiē." The middle-aged man raised his voice and retorted, but the noblewoman who was familiar with him understood that there was no confidence in this sentence.

"Did you forget the declaration you made when you joined the Holy See?" The lady stretched out a hand, and her slender fingers slowly brushed the middle-aged man's chest.

"Isn't it our ultimate belief and expectation to let a qiē destroy miè and let a qiē return to the void?"

The middle-aged man's face was deep and speechless, unable to refute every word of the noble lady.

He knew that he had been persuaded that if he didn't take that step, he would end up living in the shadow of this woman who was not tall.

Taking a deep breath, the middle-aged man suppressed the previous trace of anger, looked at the group of people who were busy working in the ruins of the complex, and asked in a low voice, "Where will this thing crawl out, that altar?" ”

The middle-aged man saw that those people not far away were building a simple altar out of square stones.

"I don't know." The lady said unhurriedly.

"Don't know?"

The middle-aged man couldn't help frowning, he knew that this woman's words couldn't just be taken at face value, but he still couldn't guess her thinking vein.

"It will emerge from anywhere on this battlefield, we can look for it, we can observe it, but we must not disturb it."

"Why?" The middle-aged man had already guessed it, but in his heart he couldn't help but be shocked by it, he didn't understand what the benefits of doing it would be for the two of them.

The noble lady smiled lightly, and took the trouble to explain to the middle-aged man: "If we disturb it, it will hide and refuse to appear, you must know that the cunning of this thing is not much lower than that of humans." ”

It didn't take long for the altar inside to be built, and two masked men carefully took out a box, opened it in front of the altar, and took out a small pitch-black skull, only the size of a fist, like a baby's skull.

The skull was placed at the top of the altar, and then the group of masked people dragged two more young women who were covered in ** and tied up.

One is unconscious, the other is awake.

The comatose woman is extremely happy, even in her sleep with a joyful smile, with a beautiful appearance and a perfect body, a promising official husband, and a two-year-old lovely son, a harmonious and happy family.

The sober woman is extremely desperate, hoarse and cursing the world with the most vicious language, her beautiful appearance and body have been disfigured, her parents who have been deprived of their noble status have died tragically in front of her and then her body is fed to dogs, and she is being abused by beggars and tramps in front of her fiancé who has had her limbs amputated.

These two women represent light and darkness, hope and despair, happiness and pain.

They were quickly killed, blood mixed and sprinkled on the altar, and the masked men gathered in a circle, the murmuring of incantations coming out of their mouths, converging into a torrent of sounds.

Altar and sacrifice, incantation and ritual, when the two are at full intersection.

A black light rose from the altar and disappeared into the battlefield in the distance.

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