In the vast space, the candles hanging around suddenly went out.

The light suddenly dimmed, and only the very center emitted a faint fluorescent light.

Under the dim light, everyone's stiff and numb faces suddenly became eerie and terrifying like woodcuts.

Their eyes were deep and dark, and there was not a single point of light in sight.

Then the old man raised the silver scepter in his hand, his face fanatical and sacred.

"Ladies and gentlemen."

"Please let us dedicate the Holy Lady to the Great Lord ......"

A burning flame burst out from the tip of the silver scepter, radiating a scorching temperature.

The old man turned and walked towards the teenage girl bound by thorns.

In Elsie's blank gaze, the burning flames were slowly approaching her.

Perhaps because of the temperature of the flames, the girl's eyes moved slightly, and a trace of anger appeared.

"Don't come over ......"

The pale lips opened slightly, making a faint sound.

But the sound was too small to be heard, even in a dead space.

The old man's face was solemn, and his long white hair seemed to be a hideous tentacle at the moment.

He walked up to Elsie and pointed his scepter at the wooden shelf.

The flames above ignited the dry wood.

The wood emitted a bright yellow flame, and the "crackling" sound was continuous.

The flames burned quickly, enveloping Elsie's entire body in an instant.

The girl looked stunned at the bright yellow flames that had burned to her feet, and the space seemed to be burned distorted.

The scorching temperature was like that of a hyena, sticking out its barbed tongue and licking its dead prey incessantly.

Elsi's muscles quivered instinctively, the touch of the flames was so real.

Stimulated by the pain, the gray eyes suddenly became brighter.

"Don't ......"

Elsi's voice was suddenly louder than before, and there was a hint of pleading in her tone.

Under the instinctive desire to survive, the body couldn't help but start struggling.

The sharp thorns slashed through the wrists and ankles, and the blood snaked down like a slender red snake.

And the flames on the side were like beasts attracted by the smell of blood, and they pounced on the ground.

"Let's ...... Open ......"

Elsie hissed and roared with increasing difficulty, and the will to survive caused by the pain in his heart grew stronger.

She recalled the sluggishness of the past few days, like a doll.

It's only now that I'm sober, but it's too late.

Although I didn't experience any torture, these days were indeed nightmarish memories for me.

In that hopeless situation, she gave up the will to survive countless times.

Let yourself be manipulated like a puppet to a position on the stage.

Sweat from the scorching heat was mixed with crystal tears.

Elsie could feel the pain creeping in.

"Get out of the way ......"

The girl let out a faint roar again, only to be drowned out in the crackling and burning sound.

She wanted to control the mystical factor inside her body, but the old man had already made it completely sealed off, making it impossible to use it.

Feel the mysterious factor of sinking into the sea and not responding.

Elsie couldn't help but fall into a powerless mood again, but this time she didn't give up struggling.

I've given up so many times, so this time she ...... I really don't want to give up anymore.

"Ah......h

Her body struggled violently, and the thorns had penetrated deep into her flesh.

But how could this pain stop the girl's desire for life at the moment.

Elsie bent down with all her strength, as if she were about to break her arms.

The tiny red snake suddenly became thicker and snaked down from its hands, dyeing its white clothes a piercing red.

The girl's beautiful hair, proud of her hair, climbed into flames.

At this moment, there seemed to be a terrifying aura in the audience.

And in the boundless darkness, there seems to be a monster hiding in it, looking at the girl in the flames, flashing greedy eyes.

The old man couldn't help but smile feverishly when he saw this.

He held his head high and his hands outstretched, as if to welcome the coming of the Lord.

And the believers in the stands, like unconscious dolls, watched this scene blankly.

It seems that the thorns have loosened a little because of the scorching flames.

Seeing this, Elsie strained hard.

With a muffled grunt of pain, her flesh suddenly bloomed, and her arms were freed.

It's just that at this moment, the slender hands, which are as white as jade, are already covered with deep scars that can be seen in the bones.

"Hah...... Ha...... Ha ......"

Elsie opened her mouth wide and gasped for air, then grabbed the thorns in her ankles to break free.

Only this time she didn't break free, because her feet had already begun to show burning scars.

And the flesh on the ankles is also rigidly connected with the thorns.

The girl tied her hair up, and then silently leaned against the cross to prop herself up.

She could feel the horror that was coming.

It was an aura that made one feel as if it were going to be enchanted within, and its mind wanted to go along with and destroy everything.

Return to the bosom of my Lord......

Elsie sneered at the constant thought in his head of wanting to give up resistance.

The girl raised her head, and her eyes suddenly saw the old man with his arms outstretched.

She knew that her grandfather's death was related to him.

Suddenly, new hatred and old hatred surged into my heart.

Elsie gritted her teeth, picked up a flaming stick, and threw it at it.

"Bang!"

The old man was caught off guard by this wooden stick in the body.

And the white clothes on his body were also dyed with charcoal and burned with a little spark.

His face was ugly as he extinguished the flames on his body, and his eyes looked coldly at the girl who was smiling heartily.

But soon the old man stopped the anger in his heart and regained his solemn expression.

Because he could not let the Lord see his gaffe, which was disrespectful to the Lord.

Anyway, Elsie is about to be devoured by the Lord, and all he is doing now is nothing more than a feeble resistance.

Why should I be ashamed of this......

"Smack!"

Another stick was thrown over.

The old man stretched out his silver scepter and knocked it away, then stopped his angry expression once more.

He kept comforting himself in his heart.

It's just the last struggle before she dies, and she doesn't have to worry about it......

At this moment, Elsie was completely covered in flames, and she also knew that she was about to die, so she sighed a little and showed a touch of melancholy.

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If she could, she would have wanted to throw another person who couldn't have been here.

But that's just my own delusion.

At the moment when the breath was at its peak, Elsie seemed to hear a creaking sound.

The sound was like a force pulling a broken, rusty door open.

Then, in the boundless space, an irresistible will descended.

Elsie could feel her slowly staring at her, her vague gaze as if she were looking at the food on the table.

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes bright in the light of the fire looking straight up.

It's just that all you see is darkness, as if a big hand is directly grasping your heart.

"Hoo ......"

At this moment, a flame suddenly burst out from among the believers, and then the bright yellow flame began to be darkened with color.

It's a deep orange.

The deep orange flame seemed to have a high level of intelligence, and it went straight to the center of the flame.

Then an amazing sight appeared before everyone's eyes.

Under the encirclement of the dark orange flames, the ordinary flames were directly extinguished, as if they were swallowed by them and disappeared.

On the altar, the old man and Elsie withdrew their gaze, and watched in a bit of a daze.

They watched as the dark orange flames vanished as they had extinguished all the flames.

At this moment, all that remained on the altar was half-burned black residue.

Elsie was at a loss for a moment, only the residual warmth on the charcoal told him that it was not a scene he had imagined before he died.

The terrifying will above was also stunned for a moment at this moment, and then looked at the interrupted ritual as if he wanted to realize something.

Endless anger began to stir in the space.

And everyone's faces also showed a look of fear and fear.

The old man was stunned for a second or two before reacting instantly.

He soon fell to his knees begging for forgiveness from the Lord, and the other believers knelt down with him, chanting inexplicable incantations in their mouths.

The many figures on their knees staggered under the endless rage of their will.

But they struggled to maintain their balance, and the mantras they uttered did not stop.

After agreeing, hundreds of pairs of boys and girls were sacrificed, and the wrath of the Lord finally calmed down.

The expression on the old man's face also began to become gloomy little by little, and a trace of tyranny appeared in his eyes.

He knew in his heart that this was most likely the work of the believer of the other god.

However, although he was angry, he finally made a move today, and the strings that had been tight in his heart were loosened with the extinguished flames.

And I don't know why, the old man actually felt that he seemed to be much more down-to-earth at this time.

Probably because I saw the person who had been hiding so deeply finally appeared.

He wanted to see what kind of machinations this man could pull out before the great Lord.

In the face of absolute power, everything is nothing more than a trick of the clown......

When the audience was silent, an obese figure suddenly walked out of the crowd with heavy steps.

And in the eyes of the old man, it was just an ordinary obese aristocrat.

It's just that he remembered that this person did not kneel down just now, but maintained a standing posture, as if he had not been affected by the will of the Lord.

Soon the old man heard the fat nobleman seem to be talking to himself.

"Really, there's no one else to choose......

"If I have to choose this identity, there is no other candidate?"

I saw him complaining, and the fat figure began to gradually dissolve, revealing a thin shadow.

This is......

Cultists of different gods?

Seeing this scene, the old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he couldn't help but shake his head.

Although he could tell that this was also a puppet, it was clear that this person was not a believer in the other god from the previous day.

Because he didn't smell anything about the gods.

Since the man was not there, would she be doing something in secret?

The old man's heart was secretly vigilant, and then at this moment, he heard the somewhat thin figure seem to be talking to himself.

"Honorable Priest, it's been a long time since I saw you......"

The tone was full of nostalgia, like a reunion of friends for many years.

The old man's ears moved slightly, and he felt that the voice seemed familiar.

Before he could remember, he saw the man walking toward the altar.

"Stop!"

The old man frowned, and then scolded sharply.

He found that this man was moving freely under the pressure of the Lord, as if he were completely unaffected.

I couldn't help but jump in my heart, and a trace of uneasiness suddenly rose.

But the old man didn't know what he was worried about.

"Don't be so angry, I remember you weren't quite kind before......"

The man muttered, and then walked not far from him, a smile that didn't know what to mean on his face.

And the old man finally saw his face clearly at this moment.

It was a very young face.

He was vaguely familiar with it, but he quickly reacted.

"It turned out to be your ......"

There was a sudden look in the old man's eyes for a moment.

He remembered who it was now.

It was a kid who made a deep impression on himself.

It's just that there is a gap between what he looks like when he grows up and when he was a child, so he didn't distinguish it for a while.

"So you're coming to me for revenge now?"

Having said that, the old man's face let go of vigilance and indifference, and brought a smile that Ji Yan was familiar with.

"No, you're a little bit wrong."

Ji Yan shook his head.

"I'm not just looking for you, none of the people here can escape."

The voice of indifference seemed to float out of the ice cave, with a chill that seemed to freeze through the heart.

"And, of course, your so-called ...... Host. ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

The old man's eyes froze instantly, and then he glared at Ji Yan angrily.

The will above that fell into great anger because of the sudden stop of the sacrifice also fell on Ji Yan's body with terrifying gaze at this moment.

The gaze seemed to carry supreme pressure, as if it was about to crush his body into powder inch by inch.

It's just that Ji Yan didn't seem to feel anything, and slowly walked to the old man's side.

Then his eyes stopped looking at him, and he walked directly to the side and walked to the altar.

Ji Yan looked up at the will in the sky, and suddenly a subtle sense of familiarity rose in his heart.

But he soon learned why.

Isn't the scene at this moment like the sacrifice that I have responded to in the past?

It's just that now the identities are reversed.

At this moment he is the one who stands on the altar and looks up, and the so-called Lord is looking down on all beings from above.

Ji Yan showed a cold smile.

"I couldn't do anything about it before, but now I don't pull you out cramps, my name will be written upside down!"