It is an extremely inhospitable land, rarely inhabited.

The monotonous cold gray sky was like an iron curtain, heavy and breathless.

The whole land was covered with a dark dim light, the result of the light of the setting sun breaking through the thick clouds.

On the gray sharp mountain rock, a stepped round altar is abruptly erected.

Layer by layer, there stood one figure after another in black robes.

Their countenances were hidden in darkness and exuded solemnity.

A damp, biting wind blew from afar, instantly sweeping the withered plants into the air and tearing them apart.

The black robes whirred in the cold wind, and the fragments fell, but they continued to be swept into the air, like a heavy mime.

The air is rich in water vapor and is still accumulating.

At the top of the altar also stood a figure, arms outstretched, muttering to himself.

An obscure voice drifted into the distance with the wind.

As if some kind of switch had been flipped up, all the figures chanted in unison.

In an instant, the wind stopped!

The heavy water vapor in the air almost turns into a damp mist.

The cold gray sky began to grow deeper, and the air was almost deathly calm.

"Whew!"

There was a loud bang, and the gloomy sky was torn apart by lightning, and the light crossed the sky, and a dull rumble rolled in.

It seems to crack open the sky, which catches people off guard.

With a deafening thunder, raindrops fell from the sky.

There was an earthy smell in the air, which penetrated the nostrils.

All the figures raised their hands in the air, and the surrounding environment became darker and darker.

Thunder flickered, shining on their solemn and quiet figures.

They began to chant obscure language, as if they were chanting a spell to communicate with some being.

Just for a moment, everyone seemed to sink into the deep sea, into endless darkness.

The world seemed to be speeding away, and countless ghost-like, whispering voices poured into my ears.

The voice is quiet and unspeakably magical.

The rain is getting heavier.

But the figures on the altar did not stop.

In my ears, only the sound of the torrential rain rattled, as if carrying the angry cry of the sky and the groans of the earth, wanton and tyrannical, vowing to drown the world.

Their bodies were crumbling, but their feet seemed to be rooted, firmly planted on the stone altar.

The black robe on his body was soaked in the rain, and the spells that permeated the surroundings became more and more obscure, as if they were non-human sounds.

The person at the top looked up at the dark gray sky.

His lips were pale and trembling slightly.

The deeper he went into the sacrifice, the more he could feel the devil constantly stirring in his body.

There was a burning pain in my heart, as if it was filled with eternal, sinful greed.

It was a desire for the gods to respond to themselves.

Follow our guidance, O God, to come down to this filthy world and wash away all sin......

……

Minutes and seconds passed.

The storm continued, but the thunder stopped flashing, and the worshippers lowered their hands.

All of them looked up at the dark gray sky in amazement.

God.

There was no coming.

Their sacrifice was clearly a failure.

A very sluggish silence strikes, making people feel as if they are at the bottom of an unfathomable hole.

The indescribable feeling pressed on everyone's shoulders, so that their minds were so stiff that they were pressed by this wet gravity.

God didn't come......

God, there is no coming!!

At this moment, there was only one voice echoing in everyone's minds.

Then they realized.

"Have you forsaken us, God......"

The person at the top muttered to himself, recounting everyone's thoughts.

Upon realization of this fact, the warm liquid suddenly gushed out, mixed with the rain, and rolled down his cheeks with it.

They felt as if the pillars of their world were collapsing.

Don't, don't do this kind of thing!

I don't know who suddenly knelt down.

Then he led everyone to kneel on the altar together.

"I'm guilty, I'm guilty......"

"Please forgive us ......"

A voice of extreme remorse resounded over the altar.

The thunder flickered again, tearing through the heavy darkness and reflecting their silent eyes.

They kept repeating these words in a sobbing tone.

It's like a child who has made a mistake, begging for forgiveness from his parents.

……

"Original Experiment Log."

"Time, 18 o'clock in the evening of February 17."

"The weather, sunny to rainy."

"The air temperature is lower than the skin temperature."

"Altar number, number three."

"The people involved in the sacrifice, the Storm Order, a total of nineteen people."

"The number of sacrifices, once."

"Recording the result, failed, she did not respond to the sacrifice of the Tempest Order."

"Guess the reason for the first reason, the faith is not religious......

"Guess the second reason, the choice of the sacrificial location is not suitable......"

"Guess the third reason, the choice of time is not appropriate......"

"Guess the reason four, the sacrifice factor ......"

“……”

"Progress summary, for unknown reasons, the gods sacrificed by the Tempest Order did not respond to their call."

"However, the accuracy of the sacrificial spell has been confirmed, and during the experiment, it did not rain before the sacrifice began, and the weather was cloudy and windy."

"And in the middle of the sacrifice, there was a sudden rainstorm, accompanied by lightning, which is suspected to be from the effect of the sacrifice."

“……”

"Recorder, Anduru Yazhe."

"Observer, come to Bua Yunus."

On a high slope, a simple watchtower made of wood is erected.

Raindrops the size of beans hit the top of the tower with a crackling sound.

In the watchtower, a drop of rain is trying to seep in.

The dim candle flame was covered in glass, but it was still swaying in the wind, as if it would be extinguished at any moment.

On the wall there are two shadows illuminated by the firelight, which are the personnel guarding the watchtower.

They took the observation tools and recorded the changes that had taken place in the altar.

"It's really scary......"

The person in charge of the observation came to Bua to see the whole process, so he couldn't help but sigh.

"Scary what?"

Another officer, Anduru, picked up a rag to wipe away the water that had penetrated through after the recording was completed.

When he heard his colleague's exclamation, he turned his head and smiled.

"Did you come to Bua because of this terrible weather?"

"Or are you afraid that they will really summon the unknown being?"

Laibua shook his head, his eyes looking at the dots that loomed in the rain, not knowing what he was thinking.

"You don't see them so fanatical, almost lost themselves in it."

"Isn't that scary enough?"

"Just one failure of the sacrifice is as if the heavens have completely collapsed......

After Anduru wiped the water clean, he put away the record and put it in a bag.

"Hey, don't think so."

"Those people's brain circuits are not something that people like us can understand, we just need to do our own thing, don't think about so many things that we don't have."

He looked into the rain, and the rain did not stop, as if it was washing away the breath of the unknown.

"I'm never going to be like this anyway."

"Hahaha, don't say it so absolutely, you don't want to think about what a dozen of them were like before."

Laibua seemed to have thought of something, his brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes were a little gloomy for a while.

"Speaking of all this, we are also responsible, so who are we to say."

He spoke in a quiet tone, as if he was dissatisfied with all this.

This sentence made Anduru's face change slightly, and he quickly stepped forward to cover his mouth.

"You'll be fine with some things, don't complain! Watch out for what we turn into as hell as well. ”

Anduru pointed in a direction in the rain curtain, where the tiny figure was still kneeling on the altar.

"We're not the head of the Knights, our boss is just cooperating with him."

Laibua took his colleague's hand away, looked at him, and then sighed.

"Okay, okay, I already know."

"I won't say that again, thank you."

Laibua patted Anduru on the shoulder, then removed the observation gear in front of him.

"Come and collect it for me."

After the two of them packed up all the things in the watchtower, they braved the torrential rain and left the place.

They walked along the ridge of the mountain, in a direction.

In the rain curtain of countless white lines, a tall castle loomed.

……

"Can't just hang on a tree with a crooked neck?"

Grand Duke Bruce said with a strange face, and then walked around the sturdy body of the head of the knights and came to the window.

"Yes, there are so many crooked neck trees, there is always one for us to hang on."

"Maybe not one, but several."

The Knights' Leader reached out to touch his chin, feeling the hard stubble on it, and said with a smile.

"A few ......"

Seeing that he didn't care, Grand Duke Bruce was speechless for a while, but pointed to the scene outside the window.

"This is what you call the Crooked Neck Tree?"

I saw that on the vast and desolate land, there were several round altars scattered around.

They were so far apart that even with the eyes of Grand Duke Bruce, he could only see two of them in line of sight.

As for the more, I can't see it.

"If you can really hang several of them, you won't be afraid that the crooked neck tree will break and hit your head......"

He really couldn't imagine that the head of the knight order in front of him was so bold.

"That's the altar."

"That's right, I'll show you, it's the altar that worships the Lord of Dreams."

"And the one on the edge of the sky, yes, that one, is the altar of worship to the Lord of the Storm."

Grand Duke Bruce's eyes narrowed slightly, and he seemed to be able to see several figures standing on the altar.

"You're not afraid of causing them to be angry."

"Didn't I tell you all about it? Don't worry, I'm measured. ”

The head of the Order smacked his lips and looked into the distance as well.

"It's part of the plan, and it's been agreed to by you."

"That's what they agreed to, and I can see your application."

"If you let this old old man see it, do you think the experiment will still be allowed?"

Grand Duke Bruce didn't speak again, just watched quietly.

Then he noticed something unusual, and turned to the head of the Knights.

"Have you already started the sacrifice?"

"Hmm...... For the record, this time period should have been a sacrifice to the Lord of the Storm. The head of the Order thought for a moment, then said to him.

Grand Duke Bruce has a deep gaze, "Lord of the Storm......"

Suddenly, they noticed that the wind in front of them had stopped, and then a downpour of rain had fallen.

Lightning flashed, illuminating the room.

"This vision...... Is it going to be successful? ”

This time, the head of the Knights was silent.

His eyes were firmly fixed on the distance, and the aura on his body suddenly became as calm as a mountain.

Countless torrential rains fell, and thunder roared incessantly.

A heavy curtain of rain obscured their vision, and it was extremely difficult to perceive it as it spilled over.

The two of them waited silently.

"Winter Winter ......"

I don't know how long the time has passed, but suddenly there is a knock on the door.

Anduru and Laibua then came in with the permission of the regimental commander.

"Captain, this is the original record of this experiment."

Handing the wet file to the leader of the experiment, the two quietly exited, closing the door as well.

"Experiment logs?"

Grand Duke Bruce approached, glanced at the document for a few moments, and then said nonchalantly.

"Looks like our esteemed Knights have failed in their experiment."

"This is just the beginning."

"And did you see that vision? This suggests that we are at least heading in the right direction, but there are some variables in between. ”

"Only God can deal with God!"

The head of the regiment kept reading the document with his eyes sustened, and then closed his eyes in contemplation.

"So you're really sure?"

Seeing this, Grand Duke Bruce's heart jumped slightly.

"Yes, but not much."

"We need time."

He opened his eyes and put the Chinese document in his hand into the bookcase next to him, where there were more than a dozen documents of the same format.

"Alas, I didn't expect that one day our knights would come to such a point."

The head of the regiment looked a little lonely at the moment.

After all, they can charge with a fearless spirit in the face of all kinds of strong enemies.

But this time, their spirit was folded in that city, under the lure of the nobility.

I didn't even see each other's faces.

He knew that the blade of the empire had been completely dulled.

But no matter how sluggish he is, he will not send people over to sue for peace, like the other faction of the empire.

In any case, even if all means are exhausted, the Dusk Order who dares to occupy its own city must be expelled.

"Biggs, this time I'll prove you wrong."

The regimental commander's eyes flashed with remembrance, and then he looked at Grand Duke Bruce.

"By the way, do you have something to say here?"

"It's been confirmed that Snow White is not abnormal, so we can continue with another part of our plan."

"If it doesn't appear, it doesn't mean that it doesn't, and I hope I can still be vigilant."

"You can't imagine our technology."

"But I still know that there is no end to mystery."

"At least we humans have an end."

"Hehe, ignorance."