The space inside the cave is not as small as it appears from the outside, especially in the depths of the cave, which is used as a ritual site, and is chosen in a natural karst cave. If you don't look at the stone wall above your head www.biquge.info I'm afraid others will think of this as an open-air place.

This is not difficult to understand, after all, the original intention of the fallen is to summon demons here, and a location that is too small for cavemen will not attract the favor of the demons of the abyss. After all, the blood sacrifices they had prepared were not rich enough to make the tyrannical underclassmen ignore these external conditions.

Mephistopheles stood at the exit of the passage, indifferently watching the people in the cave below busy with each other, without the slightest intention of stopping.

Trekking alone to a sinful place, and then risking his life to prevent the demon from descending, this kind of scene in a knightly novel certainly does not happen here, after all, our Lord Count is not a knight with a strong sense of justice.

He came here because he needed a soul from the abyss. If it was simply to destroy this group of miscellaneous people who dared to do something on their own territory, wouldn't it be better to send troops to encircle and suppress it?

The cliff was so high that the fire below could only reach half of it, and the rest of the place was a quiet place of darkness. Even Mephistopheles was a little suspicious: even if he didn't hide his figure, the guys who hid their heads and tails wouldn't be able to spot themselves in the dark......

"Hurry up, give me the carving knife, the lines here need to be revised!"

A gruff voice came from under the black cloak, a fallen man crouching in front of the altar, as if he had noticed something wrong with the summoning circle.

However, his request was not met. His companion, who was standing not far away, immediately ran over when he heard the voice, he glanced at the place pointed out by the inspector, and scolded it arrogantly: "That place is a reserved node, you idiot! What are you doing with it in a line, do you want to kill us?"

Unlike the censors, the later scolders did not resemble the high-ranking members of the gang, as evidenced by the way he dressed, even though they were all dressed in the same attire.

The black cloak covers most of the body, which is the most standard dress for the Fallen.

They often deal with demons and are corrupted by the abyssal aura, which makes their bodies ugly.

That's why the Fallen are keen to summon demons, because if they behave well, they can transform into a member of the abyss with the help of demons, and then the mutations left by these feelings of confusion will no longer be a problem.

What all the fallen do not know is that some wishes are mere wishes.

Even in the same dress, the scolder betrayed his inner shabby, not only from the tone of his voice, but also from the dirty cloak on his body.

The dark red marks made the garment look as if it had been ripped straight from the body of a dead man, a tattered thing that should have been discarded long ago compared to the spotless cloak of the examiner.

Sure enough, the inspector's response also showed this, he did not leave the slightest face for this self-righteous fellow......, and the first time he heard the other party's insulting words, the grumpy degenerate immediately responded: "Get out of the way, farmer, do you know what a magic array is?

"You ......."

The inspector's revelation made the other party fall into embarrassment, and the chuckle from the person next to him made him even more embarrassed.

It was only after a while that the reprimand, John, stumbled away from the embarrassing place. Of course, he didn't forget to put down the cruel words: "You wait for me......"

"Mistress Bajoyf, that guy is changing the ......circle you've already carved," John said as he approached Bajoyve, adding fuel to his face.

Hearing this, Bajoyev did not say much, but waved him back to his post. However, several of the guys standing next to Bajoyf let out a disdainful chuckle and did not hide their disdain for this complainant in the slightest.

Of course, Mr. Farmer, who loved to make small reports, heard their laughter, but he did not say anything about it, but hastened his departure.

He could use Bajoyf's frame to despise other people, but he didn't dare to have the slightest disrespect for these people around Bajoyf, because he knew that these people were Bajoyf's most trusted subordinates.

What's more, although those guys were also covered in blood stains, the source of those blood stains was different from the one on his body.

Everyone knows that those people were sent by Bachoif to deal with the sacrifices, and as for the process of processing, I am afraid that no normal person has any intention of appreciating it. That's why they were covered in blood.

As for John's clothes, as others have speculated, they are the tattes he ripped from a dead degenerate. If it were to be thrown on the ground, it would be a pile of rags, and no one would treat it as a piece of clothing except for this death-fearing farmer.

John had just joined the group, and before that he was just an ordinary farmer.

It was half a month ago, when three degenerates attacked a farmland, and they wanted to take the three farmers away before the patrol found out, but they failed because there was a veteran in it.

The lame fellow was less than forty years old, but he had followed the Earl of Bronck on a crusade against the rebels led by Taylor, of course, as an ordinary soldier.

His leg was injured in that war, and because of this, he had no choice but to retire after the war.

Fortunately, Moult was well paid, and as a retired soldier, he paid two-thirds less taxes than the other lords, so he could afford to hire two farmers to take care of his fields because of his inconvenience, and John was one of them.

The veteran felt that his life was relatively complete until three guys dressed in black robes came to him.

He didn't have the slightest fear, even if he didn't have a comrade around him who could trust his life.

The calloused palm gripped the hilt of the sword, and a rich killing intent piled up on his chest. He didn't care if it was a bandit or something in front of him, since he dared to attack his farmland, then he would all die!

And so, the battle began.

Three degenerates of black iron strength should have been able to deal with a cripple who also did not become a professional, but what they didn't expect was that this guy who was on one knee and fought them was much more difficult than they imagined.

Of course, these fledgling degenerates had never encountered any decent enemies before, and they only dealt with honest farmers on weekdays.

Despite their total number, they are quite numerous, but they can only be regarded as an unruly group of degenerates. Compared with those peers who sacrificed blood to town and city at every turn, and were hunted down by the temple all over the world, they were like rats nesting in the fields.

You know, in order not to attract the attention of the local lords, they even arrested a woman in several people. Not to mention attacking any caravans, they didn't dare to attack villages with a little more people. Had it not been for the encounter with Bajoyif and his men on their way to the Morte Realm, they would not have been able to carry out even the smallest blood sacrifice.

This time, because of Bajoyf's follow, they wanted to capture these farmers to show their faces, but they didn't expect to be screwed.

After the veteran killed a degenerate at the cost of his own minor wounds, Bajoyif struck.

John still remembers the scene at that time, and the slender palm pierced the veteran's heart straight away.

Fear shattered John's sanity in an instant, and madness took over his body. He picked up the veteran's sword, which had fallen to the ground, and stabbed it into the chest of the other farmer, completely oblivious to their usual friendship.

Then, he knelt in front of the three black-robed men, begging for their acceptance.

For some reason, Bajoyif left him behind, and he was given the clothes of the dead degenerate and replaced him as a member of the group.