Open Your Quest Log Chapter 361

Life itself has power.

On this newly built altar, Salom, the cardinal of the Sarin sect, is drawing a magic circle with the blood of innocents. There are more than 20 other priests around, assisting Salom to do the same thing. .

The altar is deep underground, built under the mansion of the Earl of Guise. The entire altar took more than ten years and consumed a lot of materials to complete it at this moment. Once it is successfully opened, the altar will temporarily seal the area within a half city range centered on the earl's mansion, and tear the space with itself as the coordinate, open the gate of hell, and harvest the fresh souls within the range.

At that time, even if the Magic Association noticed the anomaly here in an instant, it would be too late to break the space seal in this area, and could only play their ridiculous spells angrily outside.

The magic circle is extremely huge and covers an extremely wide area. It is no easy task to quietly excavate such a huge underground space. The sect alone will definitely not be able to do it. Fortunately, her two contract partners are quite powerful. Not bad, in order to give birth to the scene that people look forward to.

And the blood used to draw the magic circle has been collected for a long time. Six hundred and sixty-six innocents were drained of their blood to meet the needs of this sacrificial formation. If a vampire saw this scene, he would definitely scold them for being wasted.

Although the entire continent is shouting at the Sarin sect that believes in the devil, the sect has never lacked powerful contract partners. The Sarine sect has a very thorough understanding of human nature, just like the contract partner who is a baron said, 'Humanity itself is actually a very complex and contradictory product full of desire and ambition', Shalom said this sentence The words made sense.

The two contract partners at the moment are not the strongest in overall strength, because there will always be people who want more and crave more even if they are high in power. And what they crave is undoubtedly something they can't get by their own efforts, so they can only be 'traded'.

The devils are the most advocating "fair trade", which is quite similar to the mages.

No, it should be said that it is better than the mage, at least in terms of reputation. In Shalom's view, the devils will at least abide by the contract and work hard to complete the contract, no matter what form it is done, it is finally done anyway!

Based on this alone, it is much stronger than those mages who rely on their strength to cheat.

At the time of the war of gods, without the help of the devil, the mages would never have had the opportunity to rewrite the "primitive agreement" that checks and balances the forces of the entire multiverse, because they simply didn't know how to do it.

Those mages are like a group of powerful but ignorant savages, with little or no knowledge of most of the secrets hidden in the multiverse.

The history of the entire human race is too short, not to mention the rising mages. So they can't do anything but reckless.

The devils naturally know what to do. After all, the agreement was originally drafted by the supreme **** lord.

However, things that were said well at the beginning changed their minds in a blink of an eye. Those mages who advocated order like the devil did such chaotic things without any ambiguity.

Although the altar is underground, the entire space is quite bright, because there are countless white bone chandeliers hanging above the magic circle, and those white skulls are covered with pale candles. Talking about his own misery and unwillingness.

After a long time, the magic circle was finally drawn, and the thirteen 'keys of hell' were also placed in the corresponding positions of the magic circle. Some of them are a bone engraved with symbols, some are a long braid made of unknown hair, and some are just an inconspicuous book.

The next thing to do is sacrifice, which is also the most important part of the whole process. The life of the sacrifices is the key to opening the altar, and their manner is also very important.

The huge altar is cast in the shape of 'Batobi smelted iron' (a special metal produced by Jiuyuan Hell), guarded by the bones of countless innocent people, and embedded with the Styx of the fifth layer of Jiuyuan Hell's ice kingdom. of ice.

The blue mist constantly rising from the black Styx ice surface made the whole altar more mysterious.

There are also five bronze pillars in the shape of an inverted five-pointed star around the altar. Many 'blasphemous words' and 'fallen runes' are inscribed on the pillars, and many strange-looking things are hung - Siamese babies, twins. The lamb with the head, the mummified cat with the wink and the smile, etc...

The sacrifices were naked (harmony) and were chased by the armed cultists. They crowded together in horror, looking at everything in front of them with despair on their faces.

Sobbing and crying continued in the crowd. The sacrifices were either kneeling and praying or cursing loudly, venting their fears in this depressing space~www.mtlnovel.com~ Shalom likes this atmosphere very much , that kind of condensed fear atmosphere made her deeply infatuated. Once upon a time, she was extremely repulsive to her own strange habit, but now, she can enjoy it grandly.

Shalom was surrounded by priests in gray robes before the crowd, and they selected the first person to be sacrificed. The crowd lowered their heads, dodging her gaze in a panic, and even the most swearing person dared not look at her.

After a quiet glance around, Shalom took two steps forward. Like butter cut by a hot knife, the crowd dodged to both sides, only to be chased back by the cultists with weapons.

Shalom stretched out his hand, gently pulled up a girl's arm, and led her towards the altar.

The girl covered her lips tremblingly with her other hand, but the sound of crying still rang out between her fingers. Her tears fell like rain, but she went up to the altar without stopping at all, and lay down on the altar without struggling, with two frightened and innocent eyes open like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"What a beautiful girl, what a vigorous life." Shalom brushed the face of the sacrifice with her fingers, and all the way down, across the pair of buds, the belly of the platform, and the place where life was born.

The girl trembled, "I, I..."

"Shh! Don't be afraid, my little cutie." Shalom said to the sacrifice with a smile, "Close your eyes, everything is just a dream. When you wake up, you will find that everything is nothing like before. different."

The girl obediently closed her eyes tightly, as if she really intended to forget everything that happened in front of her.

Shalom took out an obsidian dagger in the shape of a sheep's head from his cuff, aimed the sharp point at the heart of the sacrifice, and opened it slowly and gently.

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