The ceremony was disrupted.

When the Queen's Guard, which had been circulating in reincarnation for half a century, suddenly broke the cycle for some reason, when the "Gate of Ascension" in the ceremonial hall was blown up by the invaders, when a group of guys came out of nowhere to run into the hall - when the intended sacrifice sacrificed itself to the green flame in front of the primordial pool, this noble and ultimate ritual had reached the point of no return.

Now, the infidels have rushed in, and the saboteurs are slaughtering the followers of the Holy Lord in a frenzy, destroying decades of hard work.

"What have you done?!"

In the center of the pool, the blond-haired young man's leader roared in rage, his body rose sharply, and under the support of the black mud, he turned into a swollen and terrifying giant, and he waved his arms at Agatha, and countless thorns and bone spurs grew and spread from the pool, overwhelmingly rushing to the gatekeeper who was still standing in the flames.

However, before any of the attacks could touch Agatha's body, they were instantly turned to ashes by the scorching green flame, and the strange flames would spread backwards along the path of the ashes, gradually burning the sacrificial symbols and desecrated objects around the pool of mud, and spreading towards the pool.

Agatha was still enveloped in flames, and the blazing spirit fire had begun to erupt from her body, and every wound on her body had even become a channel for flames to gush out, and when she looked at it, it was as if the flames had turned into liquid and flowed through her veins—the pain of the flames had faded somehow, and she laughed in the fire, and raised her head to look at the furious but incompetent heretic, and murmured softly as if talking to herself, "Ah...... I see......"

In the next second, her eyeballs were instantly burned with spiritual fire, and the fire gushed out from the hollow eye sockets, and she used these burned "eyes" to look around, at the cultists around the deep pool who were in great chaos.

When her gaze swept over, all the cultists began to burn, and the demons who lived with them began to burn, and all the blasphemy in the hall became fuel for the fire, and even the hall itself began to slowly soak in the texture of the flames.

The usurper gave her authority, and she put an end to the blasphemy with the power of fire—this was the truth she saw in the fire the moment her eyeballs were burned.

The cultist in the middle of the mud didn't have to worry about it, he was just a self-sacrificial freak, and it was the ugly and deformed heretics who screamed and screamed around the pool of mud.

"Stop! Stop it! You have no idea what you're doing! It doesn't do anyone any good for the ritual to get out of control! It's been carried out to ......"

The leader of the cult, who had turned into a swollen giant, shouted in vain and created a barrier to fend off the flames that were spreading throughout the hall, when a gunshot suddenly came from the side, interrupting his shouting.

"Bang!"

A young warrior dressed in a half-century-old soldier's uniform and holding an old-fashioned rifle rushed in and fired at the misshapen, swollen giant in the middle of the deep pool.

The brave warrior was swallowed up in the black mud in the next moment, but behind him, more soldiers were rushing into the hall.

In terms of time, the cycle of the Queen's Guard's "Fight Back" has passed, and these phantom warriors should all have dissipated, but it is clear that this cycle has been changed by the destruction of the thorny gate - the Queen's Guard, which was supposed to disappear on the next hour, has returned from the cycle and begun to attack this last hall.

Lawrence's Marines have fought the cultists and demons in the vicinity - they have run out of bullets, but they still have sharp scimitars and swords, and a body that is not afraid of death for the time being, so they are as powerful as the transcendents even in the face of the dark priests and demonic creatures who wield all kinds of dangerous powers.

With a "bell", Lawrence's short sword slashed a bone spur that flew towards him, and then dodged a fireball that almost exploded on him, he stepped forward in the flames, severing the chains on the back of the neck of a cultist, watching the dark priest's body quickly turn to ashes, and then looking up at the long-haired woman who was standing in front of the pool of mud not far away, burning like a torch.

"Girl! We're here to help! The old captain shouted, "It's all for the 'captain,' right—which boat are you on?" ”

He could see very clearly that the young girl who was standing in the flames was burning the same ghostly green flame as himself, so it was obviously his own person, and on the other hand, the flame on the girl's body was darker in color, and the fire was obviously bigger than his own, so it must not be an ordinary "own person".

Big and green - a big man under Captain Duncan.

Captain Lawrence used his vast experience as an adventurer and captain to make a simple judgment, and concluded that he should take the initiative to greet his future high-ranking colleagues.

Agatha looked in amazement at the sturdy old man across from her, who was shouting at herself, dressed like a captain.

"What did you say?!" After two or three seconds, she couldn't help but shout loudly, "It's too noisy here for me to hear!" ”

Lawrence was stunned, and turned his head to confirm with the subordinates beside him: "She responded, right?" ”

"How do I know!" Anomaly 077 was the closest, but the corpse was shouting at the moment, his voice mixed with fear, he jumped up and down in the midst of the flames spreading in all directions, desperately dodging bullets, fireballs, bone spurs and even the severed limbs that had been blown away, and the double knives in his hands had already cut a gap, "I'm a sailor! Why am I fighting a bunch of cultists in the sewers right now - it's the Marines' job! ”

"You didn't have that attitude when you came ashore," cried Lawrence, "and you were excited like a pirate ready to plunder the city-state. ”

"You're not pirates!"

"Then I'll appoint you a Marine."

"What the—"

"Huh?"

"...... the"

Agatha listened blankly to the puzzling shouting and exchange between the rude sailors and the captain, and looked at the chaotic scene before her—

Who are these guys? Where did it come from? What for?

She saw the strangers burning with the same green flames as herself, and the cultists in the hall mingling with them, and watched as a large group of soldiers who looked like ancient ghosts rushed in and shot everywhere, and every now and then soldiers shouted the name of the Frost Queen, everything here was beyond her comprehension, as if it were ......

It's as if after she chose to sacrifice herself, the painting style of the whole world has changed.

Soon, however, a whistling wind in her ears interrupted her thoughts.

The swollen, misshapen giant bent down at her.

"Everything...... There is no way to stop ......"

It roared, its body spewing out of control black mud, and the once handsome, blonde young man was long gone, replaced by a terrifying monster with roughly humanoid silhouettes.

Its half-body was covered with criss-crossed mouths, chilling friction and whispering between its fangs, its skull slowly cracking in front of Agatha, and the cracks were filled with malicious eyeballs that had completely eroded and replaced the monster's once human body, and it had become part of the mud, even ...... Part of a larger, more deranged will.

The swollen giant stared at Agatha with its myriad eyes, the mud spreading around it had been ignited, and the flames had even spread backwards to its body, but the monster seemed to have no pain at all, just repeated over and over again: "Can't stop...... Can't stop...... Error, Error ......"

"You've failed," Agatha said, looking up at the monster, the flames flowing from her eye sockets distorting the air around her, "you should be able to feel that the so-called 'channel' has been cut off - the process of inversion between mirror and reality has stopped. ”

"Stop?" The monster seemed to wake up for a moment at Agatha's last words, and in the countless mutated eyeballs, the resentment of humanity once again appeared, "Stupid...... You think you've sacrificed yourself...... Don't we have any other sacrifices?! ”

Agatha was stunned.

In the next second, she saw the giant's hands suddenly raised in the air—the arms suddenly changed, like dry and cracked branches, growing and differentiating rapidly, turning into large thorn-like structures, and piercing into the roof of the assembly hall and every pipe in the vicinity, and between the thorn spikes, there were faint flashes of light that flew away like a firefly.

From the depths of this "thorn bush" came a cry of ecstasy—

"I saw it! I understand! I understand!

"What a great creation! What a grand blueprint! O O Mighty and Holy Lord...... I have understood your intentions, I have understood ...... Reshaping the world, yes, reshaping ...... All of us, and all of us in this world, will be born again from God's flesh and blood—believers, the time for sacrifice has come! ”

"The time has come for sacrifice!"

Under the shocked gaze of Agatha and the Marine team led by Lawrence, all the remaining Annihilators in the hall began to cheer in ecstasy, as if they had really received some revelation from the truth, and in this roar of cheers, they threw themselves into the pool of mud in the center of the hall one by one!

(I have a bold idea!) ）

(End of chapter)