The meeting place of the Indulgents was not in a village, but around an altar-like building on the top of a hill.

Half-human-tall grass covered most of the ground, except for the altar, which seemed to have been roughly groomed, revealing a little brownish-red earth.

The party had begun, and the grass was hiding the overlapping flesh everywhere, sticky moans and roars mingling, and the air of indulgence filled the space almost as much as possible.

Agnes looked at the crimson flowers that appeared in her hands, her fingers closed, and she looked up at the person walking towards her, her eyes narrowing slightly.

is an acquaintance.

Colclav Galmière, or Gottles Vitus, the "playwright" who invited the city's inhabitants to a ball in Bodivia.

He didn't wear the wide-brimmed hat with exaggerated feather embellishments as described in the Bodivia Nature Team report, but he was still dressed as if it were a formal banquet in the Northern Continent.

The other party's goal is obviously themselves.

The newcomer to such a party for the first time was certainly eye-catching, just like there were always people looking at her with all kinds of eyes along the way, but Agnes knew that such a special thing alone was enough to attract the other party.

The power she left on the other party during the Bodivia incident continued to work, allowing her to easily know the other party's traces.

Shortly after leaving Bodivia, the other party came to the Southern Continent and has been operating in the Pas Valley.

His goal was the Rose School, which was something that could easily be deduced, and the reason must have something to do with what he had done to him.

Both the Pagani family and the Order of Remnant are related to themselves, but they are also in the sphere of influence of the Orthodox Church.

This Gotteres Vitus had only recently had a fight with the deities of the Mother Earth God Church in Bodivia, and was wanted, making it difficult to contact the Pagani family and the Order of Remnant again.

The Rose School is different, and the act of collecting "beacons" is enough to prove that they are not ignorant, and the frequent wars are convenient for him.

Agnes was going to see what he wanted to do later, but she didn't expect the other party to come to this party.

"Ramush says there's a new gentleman," said Gottles Vitus, bending slightly over his chest, then looking up with a slight smile, "and assuring me that it is charming enough." ”

Agnes nodded noncommittally, then spoke in a somewhat confused tone:

"Ramush?"

"Oh, it's the organizer of this party," said Gottles Vitus, shrugging his shoulders, "I thought you would ask me who I was first, sir. ”

"I don't care about that." Agnes said casually.

"I understand, I understand," Gottles Vitus laughed twice, his voice sounding a little sharp, "just as I don't care if they really believe that indulgent desires help to improve their own will." ”

Agnes gave each other a deep look.

"So, what do you want to say, sir?" She asked.

"Perhaps we have some extra relationship, sir," said Gottles Vitus, whose words seemed to be sarcastic, and as if they were simple and serious, "you give me some peculiar feelings. ”

"What's the relationship, the relationship of passing small notes to each other?" Agnes raised an eyebrow, "We're not familiar enough to that much. ”

"You know me, sir." Gottles said in the affirmative.

He stared at Agnes for a moment, for a long time, and then suddenly spoke again, "You are a believer in Him, you know what I mean. ”

Agnes looked at him and didn't say anything.

"What do you want to do?" Gottles suddenly became interested, "Kill a few birds in heat?" ”

"No, no, it's too boring, such a play would be kicked off the stage by the audience in the theater," Gottles said with a strange madness and pleasure, and complete certainty, "that they are nothing more than insignificant insects, and not worthy of his slightest attention for them." ”

"He doesn't care if he lets some philistine's plans fall apart, he just watches what they want to do."

"If some guy knows what he's supposed to be on and it's fun enough, then he wouldn't mind pushing it and letting that unquenchable craving satisfy it for a while......"

Gottles's eyes flickered slightly with excitement, and his tone was so impassioned that he almost forgot where he was, and seemed to be completely immersed in his own world.

For a moment, Agnes wondered if the power she had left on Gotteles had completely polluted the other party, and the fact that she couldn't control the other party clearly denied such speculation, but Agnes was very sure that this guy's mental condition was worrying.

But she's not here today to watch others go crazy.

Thanks to the demonstration of the people of Navarre, she learned a very capable ritual.

The ritual sacrificed all that the people of a city had, and in order to obtain a part of the power of the gods, it was difficult to say whether it was a success or a failure.

But if the purpose is only a group of extraordinary people, then the price is acceptable.

The ritual requires a sufficiently contagious sacrificer, which is the dominant part of the ritual, and Karpas, who fully releases his desires, is enough to take on this role.

It also needs to be supported by enough strength, enough life, or enough extraordinary strength to achieve it.

It doesn't matter who gets it, it doesn't matter if it's one person, many people, or something extraordinary, it's just a goal.

As for the other requirements, they are not so important, if not so ambitious.

There is no doubt that it is a blood sacrifice ritual.

If she was still in Fenerport, she would never have thought of trying such a ritual.

But this is the Southern Continent, and she wants to do something to see the power of the Indulgence Sect.

The whispers widened slightly, and Agnes no longer looked at Gottles, but turned her head closer to the altar.

The living corpse that had stood there in a daze roared, and small cracks appeared from his body, revealing a filthy and rancid interior and wisps of gray-black mist that were almost completely invisible.

But these are all disappearing little by little, and along the veins that have long since lost their function, whether it is the skin, muscles, or internal organs, they are quietly dissolving in unknown places.

A naked man also stopped his sensation and stood up.

The woman who was still lying on the ground groaned in dissatisfaction.

"Ramush, you ......"

Her words were swallowed in her throat, losing all sound.

The black mane covered the whole body of the man in front of him, his lips fixed into a strange smile, and the sharp nails were stained with bright red blood.

The ends of the sharp nails had completely submerged into the sides of the neck, and the trachea was pulled out accurately, even though the owner of the claws was heaving his chest and making a bellows-like sound.