Curt gathered some combustibles from the vicinity and set them on fire with a flash of light - and in an instant, the flickering light dispelled the darkness around him.

This sacrificial site has an eerie feel and looks similar to the pagan style of worship seen as evil gods in the Old World. Everywhere is filled with strangely shaped decorative patterns, and bizarre geometric runes seem to have been built for some god of unique interest.

Compared to the crudely buildings around it, the temple probably used the most expensive building materials and the most skilled craftsmen. Distinguishing it from the surrounding buildings at a glance, the building's humble architecture highlights the purest faith of the inhabitants of the neighborhood.

The columns, arcades, and stained ornaments, although long since crumbled, can still be seen in countless carvings that resemble ancient scripts. Although it may seem different from the ancient scripts widely used by mages, some parts still have a similar sense of existence.

If this wonderful temple was really built by the natives of this land, as Lizzie said, then the previous perception of the native civilization of Osattaria must be greatly modified. After all, the mainstream of the academic community still believes that before the arrival of the first pioneers, it was only inhabited by the indigenous people who drank blood from Rumao, and their civilization only stayed in the late Stone Age.

However, no matter how far Curt looked, all he could see was the destroyed waste, and the statues of the gods that had once been enshrined in the depths of the building were long gone. It is no longer possible to find out what kind of gods the builders were worshipping here, only to see some remnants weathered by time.

The stone pillars where the sorcerers hang are probably the best-preserved parts of the temple, but the erosion of time still leaves indelible scars on its surface. Especially some of the glyphs carved on it. They seem to have recently been maintained by some and regained their former form. However, the meticulous carvings are far from the style of the old texts.

There is a deep connection between religion and magic, in some early civilizations. Wizards also often took on the role of presiding over religious rituals. If this is a religious site, then the living sacrifice hanging on the high place may also function as a spell research material.

- Just like they did to the Slots before.

It is as if the sinners of medieval times, the sorcerers of the Eyes of Sight, were bound to stone pillars by their enemies with iron cables. It had been a long time since such a scene had been seen by the public, after all, it was considered a barbarian act long before the Great War.

"Their behavior looks like a reproduction of what the True Eye did to the Slots. Lizzie looked at the sorcerers who had lost their lives and said with a sneer, "It's ironic that the one who sacrificed the sacrifice went up to the altar on his own." ”

Human sacrifice was widespread throughout the world in ancient times, both in countries that proclaimed themselves civilized and in primitive tribes who drank blood. But now. This long-standing ritual is being eradicated from the world little by little by the power of civilization.

Even in the southernmost frontier region of the Dark Continent, this barbaric custom was gradually abolished as the colonists managed and exploited it. To this day, it is probably only uncivilized peoples who live in inaccessible dense forests or plateaus that offer human sacrifice.

Obviously, it is just a phenomenon that still existed more than 100 years ago, but now it is far away for urban people as if it exists in another world. These things are so far away from modern people that even the recent murders of the Slots in various parts of the Catlis have been deliberately concealed.

From the intelligence gathered so far, it is almost certain that the Eye of Truth was responsible for the attacks against the Slots, and used them as living sacrifices for some kind of ritual. Come to think of it, maybe they found a few words about the ritual in this underground ruin.

They probably never imagined that they would be a part of the ritual, though the Eye of Truth valued their own research into spells. But they didn't really intend to die for it. Especially some people in high positions, they don't feel like they're going to die in this kind of place.

Curt looked up at the corpses hanging from the heights, and said helplessly, "Since the people are dead, let me put them down first." Although it is people who have been on a hostile position. But you can't hang them on a pillar all the time, can you?"

With that, he aimed at the place where the chains connected to the corpse, and threw the scrap metal he had collected upwards. Suddenly. Pieces of metal infused with magic flew out like spears, piercing the chains that were not strong at the top of the pillars. Break them into several sections.

Boom!

The cold metal collided together, and the corpses hanging high fell to the ground under the pull of gravity. Pieces of rotting flesh peeled off from the torn limbs. They fell to the ground with the dull blood, as if it were raining flesh.

There were several stone pillars, and a few sorcerers who were hung from high places, and they all fell to the floor of the temple under Curt's actions. In the blink of an eye, the floor was soaked with jet-black blood, and the hint of decay that had been hidden in the air became thicker.

These sorcerers looked even more miserable than their victims, and it was clear that their enemies showed no mercy. For most living creatures, there is only one life, and when the few lives left are drained from the body, the so-called body is just a piece of flesh that gradually decays.

However, among the shattered corpses of the sorcerers, Curt unexpectedly mixed in a man who was still half-breathing. He had already been seriously injured when he fell from the stone pillar, but judging from the fact that his chest was still slightly heaving, he was indeed not completely dead.

When Curt found him, he had not yet fallen to the ground, which allowed him to escape the fate of being crushed. However, at this time, he was already out of breath and inlet in too much, and he was just a dying man with a large amount of blood loss, and even if he was transported to the best hospital immediately, he would probably have no way to recover.

His pale body was covered with scars from sharp objects, and the chains that passed through his chest left several bloody holes in front of him. It is indescribable the cruelty of the executor, not a single part of this sorcerer's body is intact, and it is a miracle that he survived.

It's a pity that this "miracle" is of no value, and his death is already doomed. Curt knew little about healing, and could only watch as what little vitality was left in his body to drain away, and it was impossible for Lizzie to perform powerful healing spells when he lacked equipment—and to be honest, even if he could do so, it wouldn't be able to save him.

The healing miracles of the flesh and bones of the living dead are only legends, and there are legends of gods who are full of good intentions and respond to the needs of devout believers. No one has ever stood up as a living creature after actually dying - they have either become undead or have been hastily buried.

"I remember the taste. ”

Lizzie approached Curt's side, then pointed to the sorcerer who was not far from death, "I don't know if you remember, it's the madman who appeared in the Abbey of Wigginas." I thought he was slaughtering the Slots somewhere, but I didn't expect it to be dealt with by someone else. ”

She sprang up to the sorcerer, and illuminated his face under the hood with the light of the fire. His scarred face was stained with blood, and one of his eyes had been gouged out - Curt had no idea who he was.

I don't know how to describe it, but this man's face is almost featureless, and it is almost as difficult to impress as ordinary people who can be seen everywhere on the streets. Even now, Curt still felt that he couldn't remember the face, that he was too featureless.

Maybe this is his advantage, after all, who would have thought that such an ordinary person would be the madman who killed a large number of Slots?

So now, he fell to the ground, and there was no way to hurt others with the spells he was proud of. For him, who is always using spells to hurt other people and process their corpses into "works of art", I am afraid that it is an ironic ending.

"Is that so? I don't remember seeing this face. Curt took a closer look, but finally could only come to the conclusion that he could not laugh and cry, "Is this man the sorcerer I saw that day? ”

The brief exchange between the two made it clear to Curt that this mage's combat ability was outstanding, far better than that of most sorcerers from talent dispatch agencies. Unlike those "specialists" who lack real combat experience, he is bloodthirsty and does not have the slightest reservations when fighting.

The Eyes of Truth's current enemies are those who can subdue him and brutally execute him—so their power can be imagined. Although he didn't think he could defeat them, Curt was still visibly wary of them.

The enemy of your enemy is not necessarily your friend, because they can be a more dangerous enemy. The fact that they were able to kill the Eye of Truth with the same brutality as the enemy meant meant that the people who were now invading this stronghold were not to be underestimated in terms of mentality and ability.

"Simple is not simple, we will soon find out. Lizzie smiled lightly, and quietly pointed in the direction she had come.

There are footsteps (to be continued......)