At the foot of the mountain, you can see a lot of horse-drawn carriages stopping here and there.

Then, in the distance, you can vaguely see many horse-drawn carriages slowly approaching here.

At this moment, some of the horses that had come to a stop lowered their heads and swayed, and from time to time they raised their legs and lowered them, as if they were very restless.

The groom waiting by the carriage didn't know what was happening, and he could only try to reassure him as best he could.

"Be quiet, be quiet."

The groom kept stroking his sideburns and whispered.

"Squeak."

An overweight aristocrat barely got out of the delicate carriage.

But he didn't have a graceful lady at hand, he was alone.

The attendant hurried over and helped him so that he would not fall to the ground due to physical problems.

"Master walk slowly."

The groom quickly stopped what he was doing, bent down and said respectfully.

Perhaps because of the many experiences he had experienced, the noble lord did not look at him, but just looked at the mountains with his head held high.

A hint of obsession flashed in his eyes, and then, with the support of the other attendants, he shook his chubby body and walked away.

Seeing this, the groom also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to continue to calm the restless horse.

When he finally calmed down the noble lord's horse, he looked up and found that the peers around him seemed to be facing the same distress he had just faced.

The horses with the reins looked so restless that they could not calm down even if they tried their best to calm them down.

In contrast, their own old horses are much more docile.

"What the hell is going on?"

A groom pulled the reins on the horse's head, but his muscular body seemed to be unable to hold it.

So several horsemen came forward to help.

It's not that the heart is good.

It's just that they are worried that this fierce horse will break free from the restraints, and then affect their own horses that have been finally appeased.

I didn't see the horses that had calmed down and seemed to be in a commotion again.

When they finally managed to hold this extremely sturdy horse, all kinds of doubts arose in their hearts.

These grooms are all perennial working with horses, therefore

Just a horse being restless may not mean anything.

But now there was a herd of horses stirring like a sight they had never seen before.

"Is it because of this place?"

One groom gave a more reliable answer.

After all, it seems that this is the only way to make a group of horses restless.

But the other grooms' faces changed slightly, and their eyes looked slightly at the mountains on the side.

I saw a series of huge churches sitting on the hill, and the tall spires seemed to rise into the sky.

Its exterior is majestic, as if it were connected by one castle after another.

The massive bell tower and spire glow with a brilliant metallic glow in the sunlight.

The grooms looked up from the bottom of the hill and could see the church's huge portico inlaid with elaborate stained glass windows.

The noon-day sun shines through the windows, reflecting a colorful picture.

On the side of the church, several marble reliefs adorn the walls.

They come in a variety of forms, exuding an ancient mystical aura.

An air of sacredness and serenity envelops the place, as if it is impossible to raise a blasphemous heart.

When the grooms saw this, they quickly got rid of their doubts.

How could such a sacred and peaceful place cause the horses to be restless.

So I must have thought wrong, and it should be something else.

A feeling of shame rose in the groom's heart, as if the suspicion he had extended was a desecration of the holy church.

At the same time, others thought the same thing, as if they had really done something wrong.

……

On the walking path leading to the complex.

Hordes of nobles walked in groups, accompanied by attendants.

They walk gracefully and calmly, their posture is straight, and their steps do not seem to be hurried.

At this moment, these nobles were not a short distance away from the magnificent church on the hill.

Although they all have mystical powers, they can reach their destination at great speed.

But most of the aristocrats chose to walk.

Only a small number of people who are really not qualified will secretly ask the attendants to attach a layer of spells to increase their physical strength in advance.

They are like pilgrims at the moment.

I'm afraid that my abruptness will alarm the existence here.

The white marble steps extend upwards step by step.

Looking up, the continuous church seemed to be nestled in the clouds.

The sun is shining down from above.

It was as if the hearts of all were baptized with the utmost holiness.

It wasn't until noon that the hordes of nobles arrived at the church.

Countless believers dressed in white have been waiting here.

They held the same standard of white clothes in their hands, and then they stepped forward one after another to hand them to the nobles who had already arrived here.

The nobles immediately put on their elaborate and gorgeous garments under white robes.

At this moment, they seemed to become one with these believers.

Walking inside, the church appears more spacious and tall, with transparent crystal chandeliers hanging from the vault at the top.

Soft light poured overhead, illuminating the huge oil paintings and various reliefs hanging from the surrounding walls.

One of the sacred scenes makes those who walk here feel a transcendent atmosphere from the heart.

By this time, the sun had begun to tilt gently.

The light shines through the stained glass windows of the church, casting brilliant lights on the ground.

And the huge faceless statue also hung a large shadow.

The hall was large enough to accommodate all the nobles.

At this moment, although they have the status of nobles, their facial expressions are no longer as calm and arrogant as before, and their eyes have changed from staring to humility.

It's as if you have been domesticated as a devout believer.

Everyone bowed down respectfully and placed themselves in the shadow of the idol, as if the distance between the believer and the god was gradually closing.

The old man dressed in sacred white slowly walked to the bottom of the statue and looked down on the nobles who were buried in their bodies.

He let out a satisfied sigh.

But then the old man's good mood continued to be shrouded in a shadow, as if he could not break free.

It's been three days since the cultist disappeared.

And during these three days, as the old man had prayed before, the preparations for the sacrifice went smoothly.

The believer of the alien god never appeared again, and nothing stood in the way.

But the more this happened, the more the old man felt that he was brewing something.

So I thought about a lot of ways, but there was no way to find the trace of the man.

But then he thought of the location of the accident with Tygas.

The Arendelle family of Silvermoon City.

In this regard, the old man also urgently sent someone to investigate, but no result was obtained.

He had suspected that the Arendelle family was in collusion with the cultists.

After all, his right-hand man, Tygas, disappeared from them.

But the result is only suspicion, after all, the current Arendelle family is as transparent as crystal in their eyes.

However, even after figuring out the ins and outs, he studied the teleportation circle many times and managed to find another landing point.

However, the teleportation circle in another place found that it had not been activated.

When investigators arrived, there was nothing but a thick cloud of dust.

Finally, the warlock who studied the teleportation circle told the old man that this situation was probably due to the interference in the middle of the teleportation, so the landing point was changed.

But in the face of this situation, no one can trace the traces through the complex spatial variables.

So the old man could only wonder if it was the believers of the other gods who had prepared themselves in advance, and then took this opportunity to attack them.

But it doesn't do much to say that now.

The sacrifice is about to begin, and all the nobles have already arrived.

And from the beginning to the end, from the body to the soul, the saint did not find any place where she had been moved.

The standard of safe sacrifice has been met.

However, the old man instinctively felt a trace of uneasiness in his heart.

But with the Lord's command, he had to obey it.

He then thought about the changes in the whole situation in the north in the past few days.

After the death of Duke Arendelle, the North did not fall into the chaos that the old man imagined.

It's as if nothing has happened and everyone is going on doing their job.

It was as if the collapse of one side of the force was so silent, without a splash.

Even the Arendelle family, who were in charge, calmly lifted the curfew in Silvermoon City, allowing the residents to return to their normal lives.

Everything was so calm.

It's as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

It was so calm that the old man couldn't help but feel uneasy.

But at this point, he can only continue with his head.

After all, the great Lord certainly can't go wrong.

Even if something happens, then everything will be under her control.

The old man comforted himself in this way, and his heart finally became calm.

When the nobles got up, they saw the old man in front of them.

They stared intently, as if waiting for something.

"The sacrifice is about to begin, and the saint has returned to her place."

"May the great Lord shine on your faithful believers in endless places."

The old man said slowly.

When the nobles heard this, their eyes showed endless joy.

Then they echoed in unison.

"Great Lord, please lead us to truth and righteousness, to give us wise guidance and strength in times of confusion and confusion, to protect us from evil and temptation."

"Great Lord, please heal the wounds of our bodies and souls, so that we may be freed from pain and sickness and regain health and peace."

"Great Lord, thank you for allowing us to discover the wonderful world and to make us feel your presence and wonder in the journey of life. May your name be exalted, and may your teachings be followed until the end of the world......"

The pious voice came from the hall to the door, and it was also heard by the attendants who were waiting outside for their master.

The attendants looked at each other, although they didn't say anything on the surface, but they couldn't help but grunt in their hearts.

After all, they know what kind of virtue their master is.

In the past, it was said that a person who was so proud that he seemed to be able to lift his head to heaven could be a so-called loyal believer.

But whoever hears those who prayed with sincerity could not help but think that they were the most devout believers inside.

The old man looked at them with satisfaction, and then led everyone up the white stone steps that led to the sacrificial place.

They walked in silence, as if paying homage to the invisible presence.

Every step under your feet seemed to lead to the kingdom of the Lord.

But they were not on the path they wanted to take, and in front of them stood a tall arch.

The entire body is made of white marble, and the exterior is decorated with exquisite and spectacular carvings.

After passing through the arch, it begins to walk downward.

Surrounded by flat boulders, hanging one after another candlesticks with bright flames.

It is illuminated as if it were the sun outside.

Eventually, the old man and all the nobles arrived at an extremely wide open space.

It is paved with flat stone slabs with countless ancient runes inscribed on them.

There's already someone waiting in the space here.

Although their complexions were not as good as those of the nobles behind the old man, they were still rosy and full.

This is a group outside the aristocracy.

Merchants with a lot of wealth in their hands, and an elite group with all the skills.

Although their status was not as high as that of the nobility, they were still the most important part.

The nobles, led by the old man, returned to their thrones one after another and stood with the other believers.

The participants of the ceremony formed a circle, their eyes fixed on the stone slab beneath their feet.

The old man, dressed in a white robe, took out a silver scepter from the void and slowly walked to an altar in the center.

With the swing of the scepter, a mysterious energy seemed to flow through the air.

The stone slabs beneath the feet of the people began to rise slowly, and soon formed a stepped arena like the Colosseum.

The white-clad crowd raised their heads solemnly, and their eyes began to show a hint of excitement and joy.

I saw the old man waving again, and then a figure emerged from the darkness.

It was Elsie who had changed into a holy garment.

It's just that her current appearance is very different from before.

A golden crown is worn on top of his head, and his hands and feet are also shackled in gold.

She was like a bird in prison, her face darkened.

It seems that he has bowed to his own fate.

"Great Lord, we have great respect for You, the Almighty Creator, the Lord of the universe here."

"Thank you for your infinite mercy and for making us such small beings feel the immense grace."

"Allow us to offer you our sincerest praise and gratitude for laying the foundation for our lives and paving the way for our future."

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"May You continue to lead us to light and truth, bless every devout believer."

The old man prayed aloud as he guided the now holy Elsie slowly up to the central altar.

There was an erected cross, and dry firewood neatly stacked underneath.

Elsie walked up as if she had no soul, and then the cross sprouted thorns and bound her hands and feet.

Seeing this, everyone's faces became demented, and their eyes revealed strange excitement.

The sacrifice has begun!