This scene happened so unexpectedly.
As the high priest inserted the dagger into the heart, the entire altar of the temple seemed to come alive, suddenly blooming with crimson light.
The corpses of the Blood Demon cultists on the ground quickly aged and weathered, and eventually turned into fly ash, while the controlled blood servants screamed and exploded into clouds of blood mist...
The ugly eyeball above the altar suddenly erupted into deep darkness, and a trace of ancient vicissitudes of life slowly rose above it.
Looking at the surprised girl, the high priest struggled to smile:
"Cough cough cough...mysterious majesty..."
"You want to prevent my Lord from coming... Unfortunately, you are going to fail."
"The moment you killed one of our kind...the ritual began."
"My lord will remember you. No matter who you are, you will not be able to escape my lord's gaze. Even if you ruin this ceremony, you will be branded by my lord!"
The high priest looked fanatical.
Although his face became paler and his breath became weaker, his eyes became brighter.
He knew that the divine descending ceremony he had been planning for many years might fail.
The intervention of the strange god in front of him would definitely not allow him to complete the ritual.
But so what?
The ceremony has begun, and the blood demon archduke has cast his gaze.
Even if the ritual fails, when the aura of a resurrected god is detected, the great god will use his own power to forcibly help the believers complete the remaining rituals and achieve divine surrender!
The reason is simple. A resurrected god means too many things...
Perhaps for most mortals and extraordinary beings, gods mean greatness, gods mean authority, 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 vampire with a long lifespan, he knows more about the mysteries of the gods.
When a god is resurrected, he is at his weakest and has the weakest control over his own power.
For crazy careerists, this is the best opportunity to kill the gods and seize their power.
And for those myths that look down on the human world, these resurrected similar creatures are also a great tonic!
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
No myth would refuse to take action against a newly resurrected god...
Seize her divine power, absorb her authority, gain her power!
Especially, for the Blood Demon Archduke who wants to go further and achieve the position of true god!
It was obvious that the resurrected god in front of him had not yet fully mastered his power, and was probably still looking for his own memory.
If she could distinguish the importance, she would know that as a resurrected god, the last place she should appear is in front of the descending ceremony of a mythical god!
Death is not the end for believers...
The high priest knew that even if he forced himself to perform the ritual at the cost of death, once he pleased the gods, he would surely reap rewards and be awakened again in the future!
Crimson light bloomed on the altar, and the aura gathering above the altar became more and more terrifying.
Feeling the heart-warming aura, the high priest couldn't help but smile.
Now, even if this evil god takes action to destroy the altar, it is already too late.
However, when the high priest looked at the girl, he was suddenly startled.
The evil girl in front of him did not stop his actions.
Not only that, this mysterious god also took out a chair from somewhere and sat on it with his legs crossed.
The flame elf Sebas stood respectfully behind her, holding a crystal milk jug in his hand, while the girl leaned on the backrest, elegantly holding a crystal goblet filled with milk, and sipped happily.
She sat there, not at all frightened by the increasingly terrifying aura on the altar. On the contrary, she watched the blood flowing towards the altar with interest, as if she were sitting in a theater watching a play.
"What are you looking at me for?"
"Go on, continue with the ceremony. I have never seen what the Blood Demon Order's divine descending ceremony is like!"
Charlotte sipped the milk and smiled languidly at the high priest who looked at her.
After hearing what the girl said, the high priest was completely stunned.
For a moment, he was a little confused. He didn't know if the resurrected god in front of him had lost his mind or if he had an illusion...
Why?
Why didn't this evil god stop him from performing the divine descending ritual?
Doesn't she know that once she summons the incarnation of the Blood Demon Archduke, all that awaits her is death?
Or is she so arrogant that she thinks she can fight against the great Blood Demon Archduke with her newly recovered power?
The high priest was confused, and even suddenly felt uneasy and wary.
He felt as if he had missed something...
However, he had no time to hesitate.
Once the ritual begins, it cannot be stopped.
To enforce the ritual, he sacrificed himself and all his followers.
Feeling his increasingly weaker strength and increasingly dim consciousness, he gritted his teeth and roared, uttering his last prayer:
"The master who wanders between the abyss and the present world,"
"Depravity and decay personified,"
"The Savior of the Blood Seed..."
"The Great Blood Demon Archduke—Abaddon!"
"Your humble servant, I offer you the power of darkness and despair!"
"Darkness forges the holy body,"
"Despair condenses the holy soul!"
"May your will walk on the earth...as if it were in the devil's abyss!"
As the high priest roared, the altar glowed brightly.
A bright beam of light rose into the sky, and an ancient and vast aura of majesty slowly gathered in the temple, as if some terrifying and mysterious existence cast its sight.
coming!
The gaze of my Lord has come!
Feeling the terrifying power gathered in the temple, the high priest looked excited, and his pale face became a little rosy.
Crimson mist erupted above the altar, swallowing everything in an instant.
The high priest raised his head with difficulty and looked above the altar through the layers of fog. He saw a majestic and solemn illusory throne slowly condensing in the bloody fog.
On the throne, dazzling blood-colored radiance gathered, and gradually, a figure that resembled the shore of a lake slowly appeared.
However, when the figure gradually turned from illusion to clarity, the high priest was stunned.
Gorgeous silver hair.
Mysterious red-gold eyes.
The familiar black robe of the Blood Demon Cultist...
It was none other than Charlotte!
I saw her sitting on an illusory chair, crossing her legs lazily, and holding an illusory goblet filled with milk in her hand. Her body shape was exactly the same as the one watching the play at the entrance of the temple.
She took a sip of milk, looked down at the astonished high priest, raised her glass and said with a smile:
"Your Majesty the High Priest, we meet again..."
"puff……"
Looking at the evil god who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, the Blood Demon High Priest couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body slowly fell limp.
