This scene happened so suddenly.

As the High Priest plunged the dagger into his heart, the altars of the entire temple seemed to come to life, and suddenly burst into crimson light.

The corpses of the Blood Demon Cultists on the ground quickly aged and weathered, and finally turned into flying ashes, while the manipulated Blood Servants let out screams one after another, exploding into clouds of blood mist......

The ugly eyeballs above the altar suddenly erupted into deep darkness, and a trace of vicissitudes of antiquity slowly rose in it.

Looking at the surprised girl, the high priest pulled out a smile with difficulty:

"Ahem, ahem...... The mysterious crown ......"

"You want to prevent the coming of our Lord...... Unfortunately, it was going to fail. ”

"From the moment you killed our compatriots...... The ceremony has already begun. ”

"My Lord will remember you, and no matter who you are, you will not be able to escape the gaze of your Lord, and even if you destroy this ceremony, you will be branded by your Lord!"

The high priest looked fanatical.

Although his face grew paler and his breath became weaker, his gaze grew brighter.

He knew that the descent ritual he had been planning for years was about to fail.

The intervention of this strange god in front of him would definitely not allow him to complete the ritual.

But so what?

The ritual had begun, and the gaze of the Grand Duke of the Blood Demon had been cast.

Even if the ritual fails, when they perceive the breath of a reviving god, the great god will use his own power to forcibly help their followers complete the rest of the ritual and achieve divine descent!

The reason is simple, a resurrected deity means too many things......

Perhaps for the vast majority of mortals and transcendentals, the gods mean greatness, the gods mean authority, and the gods mean the true masters of the world......

But as a cultist, as a high-ranking priest of the Blood Demon Order, and as a long-lived bloodline, he knew more about the mysteries of the gods.

A god is at his weakest when he is revived, and when he has the weakest control over his own power.

For the mad careerist, this is the best chance to kill the gods and seize the power of the gods.

And for those myths who look down on the world, these resurrected kinders are also a great tonic!

"The Legend of the Fairy Tree"

No myth would refuse to strike at a newly resurrected deity......

Seize her divine power, absorb her authority, and gain her power!

Especially for the Blood Demon Grand Duke who wants to go one step further and achieve the position of a true god!

It was clear that the resurrected deity in front of him did not seem to have fully mastered his powers, and was probably still searching for his memories.

If she could tell the difference, she would know that the last place she should be as a resurrected god is before a mythical descent ceremony!

Death is not the end of the believer......

The High Priest knew that even if he forcibly performed the ritual at the cost of death, once he pleased the gods, he would surely reap the rewards and be reawakened in the future!

Crimson light bloomed on the altar, and the aura that gathered above the altar became more and more terrifying.

Feeling the heart-warming aura, the High Priest couldn't help but smile.

Now, even if the evil god intervened to destroy the altar, it would be too late.

However, when the high priest looked at the girl, he was suddenly slightly stunned.

The evil god girl in front of him did not stop his action.

Not only that, but the mysterious god didn't know where to take out a chair and sat down cross-legged.

Sebas, the fairy of fire, stood respectfully behind her, holding a crystal milk jug in her hand, while the maiden leaned against the backrest, elegantly holding a crystal goblet filled with milk, sipping comfortably.

She sat there, not in the least frightened by the growing horror of the altar, but on the contrary, she watched with great interest the blood that kept pouring towards the altar, as if she were sitting in a theater and enjoying a play.

"Watch me do what?"

"Go on, continue the ritual, I haven't seen what the Blood Demon Order's divine descent ritual looks like!"

Charlotte sipped her milk and smiled at the high priest who was looking at her.

Listening to the girl's words, the high priest was completely stunned.

For a moment, he was a little dazed, not knowing if the revived god in front of him had a bad brain, or if he had a delusion......

Why?

Why didn't the evil god stop him from performing the descent ritual?

Didn't she know that once she summoned the incarnation of the Great Duke of the Blood Demon, all that awaited her was the fall?

Or was she so arrogant that she thought that with her newly revived strength, she would be able to fight against the great Grand Duke of the Blood Demon?

The high priest was puzzled, and even suddenly a little uneasy and vigilant.

He felt as if he was missing something......

However, he had no time to hesitate.

Once the ritual has begun, it cannot be stopped.

In order to force the ritual, he sacrificed himself and all his worshippers.

Feeling the weaker and weaker strength and the more and more ambiguous consciousness, he gritted his teeth and roared, and said the last prayer:

"Wandering between the abyss and the master of the world,"

"The embodiment of depravity and decay,"

"The Savior of the Blood......

"The Great Lord of the Blood Demon - Abaddon!"

"O lowly servant, offer you the power of darkness and despair!"

"Darkness forges the body,"

"Despair condenses the Holy Soul!"

"Let your will walk on the earth...... Such as in the Demon Abyss! ”

With the roar of the high priest, the altar shone brightly.

Bright pillars of light rose into the sky, and an ancient and vast aura slowly converged in the temple, as if some terrifying and terrifying mysterious existence cast its sight.

Here it comes!

Here comes the gaze of our Lord!

Feeling the terrifying power gathered in the temple, the high priest was excited, and his pale face was a little flushed.

Crimson mist erupted above the altar, engulfing everything in an instant.

The High Priest raised his head with difficulty, and looked through the layers of mist towards the top of the altar, only to see that in the blood-colored mist, a majestic illusory throne slowly condensed.

On the throne, the dazzling blood-colored brilliance gathered, and gradually, a figure on the majestic shore of the lake slowly appeared.

However, when the figure gradually turned from illusory to clear, the high priest was stunned.

Magnificent long silver hair.

Mystical red-gold eyes.

The familiar black robes of the Blood Demon cultist......

It was none other than Charlotte!

I saw her sitting on an illusory chair, lazily crossing Erlang's legs, holding an illusory goblet filled with milk in her hand, and her figure was exactly the same as watching a play at the entrance of the temple.

She took a sip of milk, looked condescendingly at the stunned high priest, raised her glass and smiled:

"Your Excellency High Priest, we meet again......

"Poof......

Looking at the evil god who seemed to be smiling, the Blood Demon High Priest couldn't help but squirt a mouthful of blood, and his body slowly softened.