The high-ranking dark priest Consem Batch weighed the weight of the coins in the cloth bag and nodded with satisfaction:

"Let's start this week's sacrificial ritual, this time the god we are going to worship is Gort, the demon god of the rock sheep from the other world."

He took a delicately crafted statue from the acolyte beside him, and because it was too far away to see clearly, Kingsgaard could only make out the outline of the statue, like an upright goat.

The High Dark Priestess placed the statue on a stone table made of three heavy stone slabs, and said, "Demon gods love to drink human blood, and it is only fitting that it can be used for sacrificial rituals, so who wants this precious honor?" ”

"I'm coming! Use mine! ”

"Nope! It's my turn! ”

Each believer eagerly stretched his arms out of his wide sleeved robe, as if fighting for something.

The High Dark Priest waved his hand to signal silence, and he held out his finger to a young believer cowering in a corner:

"Paris, you're new to the team, and now it's time to show your loyalty."

He saw that the man was timid and did not move, and he looked a little unhappy, so he raised his voice: "Mr. Paris! Are you deaf? I'm asking you to come and accept the honor! ”

Two masked dark acolytes took the new member by the arm and forcibly led him to the edge of the stone table, soothing him, "It's all right, Paris, this will kill you, even if there is an accident during the sacrifice, it will be a great honor for us and other voodoo cultists, and your soul will be worshiped in the dark temple for eternity!" ”

The unchosen members of the audience looked very disappointed, and one short, thick-lipped believer complained:

"How did you pick this fool newcomer Paris? This guy only comes to the spirit at dinner parties, and other times he is a languishing state! Give him a chance, he won't have a future! ”

Several of the cultists next to him also snickered. The priest apparently heard the complaint, but he kept a straight face and pretended not to hear.

The emaciated young disciple Paris trembled, and he watched as an acolyte slit his veins with a sacrificial knife and dripped blood into the incantations etched on the stone tablet.

Ace agent Kingsgaard said pityingly: "Poor fellow, he obviously doesn't really want to join the Voodoo cult, this poor man just wants to eat." Both agent colleagues nodded in agreement.

By the time blood had filled the entire stone tablet with the incantation inscriptions, the young disciple Paris had no blood, and he was rested on a straw mat by the acolytes.

The high-ranking dark priest Consem Bach nodded in satisfaction as he watched the clear blood-red incantation appear in the stone slab, and then he pointed to the young man lying on the straw mat and said loudly to the cultists:

"It's a ritual of sacrificial tribute, not a summoning ceremony, so this Mr. Paris doesn't have to give his life.

When he regains his strength, he will wake up as an official voodoo.

From now on, he can pat his chest proudly, I, Paris Yamenar, have contributed my blood to the Demon God, and this is the glory of my life! I will bathe in divine grace and swim in the dark temple of the depths of the ocean! ”

The believers looked very envious, clapped their hands rhythmically, stomped their feet, and said in unison: "For the Demon God, Lord Gote!" Immortal glory!"

The three Valstad Imperial agents also began to clap their hands and stomp their feet to the rhythm, they only felt that they must look like fools now, but there was nothing else they could do to carry out the mission.

"Call the shepherds!" The Dark Priest clapped his hands.

Ten seconds later, a ragged, nomad-looking man walked into the hall, holding a thin twine rope with an adult long-haired goat tied to the end.

Obviously, this is a stubborn animal, and it has stiffened its four hooves and played with its temperament, and stubbornly unwilling to come.

The shepherd got angry, scolded a few words, and dragged the goat over hard,

Perhaps to express his displeasure, when he was dragged to the sacrificial stone table, the goat pulled out a large lump of steaming feces next to the stone table, and the people nearby soon smelled a foul smell, which made the otherwise serious scene seem a little funny.

The tall young agent almost burst out laughing, but he managed to hold back the laughter, but his body trembled slightly.

Kingsgard saw the gaffe of his colleague, frowned, and said in his heart; (This young man still needs to be experienced, which is bad.) ）

Shepherds and acolytes laboriously tied the struggling goats to a wooden shelf, with a large wooden basin placed underneath to hold the goats' blood.

"Very good, the tie is very strong, and it must not be broken off in the middle of the process like last time, it is very unseemly!" With that, the High Dark Priest picked up a pitch-black sacrificial knife from the tray.

The eyes of the three agents were focused on the strangely shaped knife.

This thing is very well made; The handle and the blade are integrated, and the pitch-black surface is not known to be the primary color of the metal or the result of some kind of surface quenching, and the shape is like a lightning bolt, with sharp edges and corners, and there is a special kind of beauty

"Now, I want to use this sacred sacrificial knife to offer warm goat entrails to our great demon god, Lord Gaot!"

With a howl of pain from the goat, the Dark Priest had expertly cut out the heart of the animal like a chef making a feast of roasted whole sheep, and the tall rookie agent almost burst out laughing again, only to be held back by a kick by Kingsgaard.

The goat's skull was smashed open with a hammer, and the brain was placed in a clear crystal bottle.

Heart, lungs, liver, kidneys, pancreas, gallbladder...... There was also a large lump of slimy intestines, placed in several large open clay pots, steaming hot from the inside out.

Before you knew it, a long time had passed, and as the bell rang again, each congregation lit a candle with a match, and they held the flickering candlelight in their hands and sang a song with a strange melody in rhythm;

"Rock Sheep Demon God Gaote, please accept our tribute and pray for the prosperity of this religion! Long live the Soskaya Voodoo Sect! ”

At this time, the strangest scene of the ritual happened,

The clay pot containing the goat's entrails suddenly shattered one by one, and the entrails that fell out decayed and rotted at a speed that could be seen by the eye, as if they had been sucked dry by something, and quickly shrivelled into a fragile mass of jerky.

The high-ranking dark priest Consem Bach shouted excitedly, "Look! The Demon God has taken the spirit of the sacrifice! He accepted our respect! Banzai! ”

The three agents froze in place, staring at each other, their worldview that had been formed over the years was rapidly crumbling, and it was clear that what had just happened could not be explained by scientific common sense.

Ace agent Kingsgard nodded secretly, and said in his heart: (No wonder people are flocking to this secretive voodoo cult, it turns out that these guys can really show miracles, whether this is true or what kind of tricks are used, this organization is really not to be looked down upon.) ）

After the sacrifice was over, the Dark Priesthood went down to rest and was replaced by a bald witch who came up to speak.

The content of Rao's statement was extremely shocking, and it was exactly the information that the three agents wanted most.

She mentions that the Soskaya Voodoo Cult has been entangled with a hostile force for millennia, the Star Cult, a powerful organization that specializes in ancient magic and body-enhancing arcane arts.

Many years ago, in an unprecedented magic war, the Voodoo Cult and the Star Mystic Sect lost both, and both sides completely withdrew from the world arena.

Now, thanks to the efforts of the current generation of voodoo cultists, the Soskaya Voodoo cult has finally regained a foothold in the kingdom of Solan and has a chance to rise again, while the old rival is nowhere to be heard.

After years of investigation and evidence, the Dark Priests have obtained shocking and important information that their female demigod ** master, the last of their ancient Dead Nitrogen-Star Esoteric Sect, was burned to death by the Templar Church as a witch.

During her lifetime, she married a human nobleman and gave birth to a baby girl, who inherited some of her mother's powers and the powerful magic weapon "Tricolor Collar". Eventually, she grew up to become the empress of the Valstad Empire, and this emperor naturally became the last bloodline of the Star Mystic Sect.

At the end of her speech, the dark-skinned bald witch said:

"Our generation of Voodoo cultists has the heavy responsibility of reviving the sect, and the greatest task is to completely eradicate the ancient rival Star Mystic Sect from this world.

Brothers and sisters of Voodoo! Let's work together! With the help of the powerful King Solan** team, defeat the powerful enemy Valstad Empire, kill the evil empress entrenched in the northern continent, and complete our ultimate mission!

Remember, this time we must eliminate all evil, we must empty our enemy genealogy, and not one of the empress's children will be left! Do you understand? ”

Everyone in the audience responded in unison: "We will complete our mission!" Long live the Soskaya Voodoo Sect! ”

After that, there was a time for scripture lectures and inquiries, and a cook serving bowls of steaming broth for a late-night snack for church members, which is believed to be the reason why many believers joined.

The voodoo evening prayers ended around midnight, and the three agents managed to escape and disperse to their respective hideouts.

That night, ace agent Kingsgaard wrote in his mission report:

"We have obtained solid and reliable evidence from the people, and if it is confirmed again in the subsequent investigation of the Solan royal family, it will be enough to prove that the mastermind behind the instigation of the Solan Kingdom to be hostile to our country is the Soskaya Voodoo Sect!"

After writing this paragraph, Ginsgaard leaned back in his chair for a long time, tilted his head, and looked at the flower board worriedly, he had been sleepless all night, and he only wanted to end the investigation as soon as possible and send this important information back to the territory of his homeland.