Quentin opened his eyes.

A cold gaze swept over the crumbling earth and the rising mountains, and the judge of the Congregation of the Doctrine of Faith pursed his thin lips slightly, and then stood up.

"Your Excellency. ”

Almost as soon as he got up, a red-clad executive broke into the tent, which had been on the verge of destruction under the upheaval.

"It's time. ”

Quentin stared at him, his expression unchanged, he just raised his hand, suppressed what his subordinate wanted to say next, and then strode open, pushing open the curtain that fluttered like fallen leaves in the north wind.

"Keep up. ”

There was an imperceptible pause in the pace the moment he stepped out of the tent, he said.

Even if I had anticipated the scene in front of me, it was still shocking at first sight—the deep purple, rotten and degraded earth seemed to be grasped and pulled by the countless tentacles of different monsters, and the criss-crossing cracks were irregularly exposed on the earth.

At the same time, without any reason or even contrary to objective laws, between the cracks leading to the abyss, mountains rose incredibly, completely cutting off the military strength of the entire expeditionary force.

Not to mention the Holy Cult Army, the Holy Song Team, the Sword Bearers, and even the Sword Bearers Brigade, in this case, they can only fight on their own.

The scene was extremely chaotic.

"How many people can I contact now?"

Pausing at a raised platform, Quentin turned his gaze slightly, and looked around the crowd gathered behind him, and then narrowed his eyes slightly, the crowd naturally had the descendants of his Faith Ministry, but there were also many sword bearers and Holy Cult soldiers who did not know each other - it was ridiculous to say that they were usually afraid of the Inquisition, but at this moment, they still subconsciously relied on their group of executioners who were feared and spurned in the past.

This is the inferiority of human beings.

He sneered at this, but the judge of the Congregation of the Faith and Doctrine quickly restrained the mockery in his eyes, shook his head, and said in a cold, even cold, voice, "Forget it...... Keep up with me. ”

He didn't say anything more, he didn't need to say more, he simply put down an order that was not an order, and took another step.

There was no hesitation.

Not because he didn't care if they would follow her orders, but it was based on a judgment, a simple judgment that couldn't be simpler—

They will surely follow.

Because he was their last straw, they had no choice.

This is somewhat sad.

But aren't humans such pathetic creatures?

With worthless pity, he paused in front of the camp of the Crusade of the Doctrine of Faith, then turned around to look at the crowd that was following him.

There are only about a hundred......

Less than expected.

However, it is enough.

He thought, his eyes searching the crowd for his descendants, and after roughly making sure that the manpower was sufficient, he nodded.

"Hands-on. ”

There was no front or back, and even a sentence with an unknown meaning completely detonated the scene.

It wasn't that the crowd reacted to the words of the adjudicator of the Congregation of the Doctrine of the Faith, but ...... The sudden killing caught everyone off guard.

What happened?

Before many people could react, the red blood stained their horizons.

And more people were completely engulfed in darkness and chaos at the same time as the red-clothed judge's voice fell.

- The flower of death blooms here.

- The flower of life withers here.

In a short moment, except for the dozen or so red-clothed executive officers who were scattered and covered in blood, there was no living person here, and the dense corpses were piled up horizontally and vertically, and the rich and inseparable blood flowed all the way along the lines of the earth, and the corrupt earth collapsed downward like a swamp, greedily devouring the corpses of the dead, and with the passage of time, red formations gradually revealed in the darkness.

"Almost. ”

Quentin, who had been watching coldly and even took the initiative to kill a few sword-wielding people who wanted to escape, calmly sighed, his eyes swept over the layers of corpses on the ground, looked at the sky shrouded in heavy darkness, and then said, "You can start." ”

And so, the blood splattered again.

Without any words, not even the slightest hesitation, the executioners who caused the massacre ended their own lives.

Dissect your own ribcage.

Pull out your heart.

An action that would have been impossible became a reality at this moment.

Twelve perverse and still beating hearts, centered around Quentin, are neatly placed on equidistant rings to form the "base" of the ongoing profane ritual.

And the judge of the Congregation of the Doctrine of Faith, who is at the center of the gradually forming formation array, is undoubtedly the presiding officer of this desecration ceremony and the mastermind behind this massacre.

Whether it was those colleagues who followed him, or the descendants who trusted him wholeheartedly, even at the cost of dying, for this man, they were just pawns that could be sacrificed, but they were only a means to achieve sacrifice, and their death, in his eyes, did not set off even the slightest ripple.

He just stared at the unknown above the pitch-black canopy, dry, hoarse, unrhythmic blasphemy pouring out from between his lips and teeth.

Perhaps there are indeed gods in the underworld, and even if the camp of the expeditionary force shakes the mountains under the power of heaven and earth, the sound of thunder above the heavenly dome can still be heard clearly.

If anyone can see through the layers of darkness and see the sea of clouds thousands of miles away, they will surely see a staggering scene—thick, viscous lead clouds that are as thick as ink stains churning and surging like whirlpools above the sea, and dense and uncountable dark purple lightning that occupies almost half of the sky, tearing through the terrifying passages in the thick clouds that seem to be solid.

But the strange thing is that the position opposite Quentin, the center of the churning sea of clouds, is calm and terrifying.

There were no lightning flashes, no thunder, not even clouds.

That's absolute darkness, that's absolute emptiness, that's ......

The scars of the world.

Through rituals, through blood sacrifices, the door to the gap in the world was opened.

The old family members who were born before the birth of the world and were sealed in the eternal emptiness by the ancestors, under the traction of the ritual coordinates and the call of the red-clothed judges, flapped their wings from the far side!

Hundreds, thousands?

Nope-

It's thousands!

The ancient evil that followed the rulers of the old world, through the lightning, through the thunder, through the thick and substantial clouds of lead, flapping their bat-like wings, wandering and hovering in the invisible sky, and then ...... Swoop down!

Although the human eye could not see that height, the Inquisitor of the Congregation of the Faith was not ignorant of this—it was just that, after the ritual was over, his attention was diverted in other directions.

It was a figure.

A vague figure transmitted through space technology.

He got down on one knee.

"Hail to you, Great Mother. ”

- Lilith.