The desolate north wind kept blowing between the sky and the earth, and the raindrops were pulled into fog, fragmented and scattered on the earth.
It was not night at this time, but the sky was so dark that only the outlines of objects could be seen, and everything was gray.
On the muddy path, a young man was running staggeringly, looking back from time to time to check what was going on behind him, his face extremely tired and frightened.
"Escape, I must escape from here! I can't die, absolutely not!
"
Tom clenched his fists, and his nails dug deeply into his flesh. The pain squeezed his heart, and the trembling muscles tried to burst out the last strength.
But Tom has really reached his limit.
His vision began to shake, and some images gradually flashed through his mind, including the faces of familiar people.
"I have to escape, for Captain Lyon, for everyone..."
Tom gritted his teeth and subconsciously held the icon ornament hanging on his wrist with one hand.
It was an Ouroboros in the shape of an 8, and it was also the holy symbol of the Ancient Snake Cult. The holy symbol glowed slightly white, injecting a bit of vitality into Tom's dry body, which made Tom's chaotic consciousness slightly clearer.
He quickly glanced behind him. The environment was still dim and he couldn't see clearly, but he felt relieved.
After walking like this for more than half an hour, Tom, who was already soaked all over, suddenly showed ecstasy on his face.
In the rain and fog ahead, more than a dozen houses and courtyards were scattered and their outlines appeared.
Tom quickly dragged his stiff legs and walked into one of the houses.
A bonfire was lit.
Tom leaned against the moldy mottled wall and threw the dead branches and weeds he picked up at the door into the flames.
At this moment, warmth spread throughout his body, memories came to mind, and Tom burst into tears.
Two months ago, cases of missing persons appeared one after another in the towns around Niskaner City.
At first, an old newspaper reporter said that his wife and daughter disappeared from the bed overnight, leaving only clothes and shoes. Later, the situation gradually became serious, and the doors of numerous houses were never opened again in the early morning.
The frightened villagers said that there was a nightmare coming from the wilderness, so every villager gathered in the village square at night and did not dare to sleep.
But to no avail.
They woke up to find that people around them were mysteriously disappearing, leaving only empty gaps in the crowd.
The murderer is unknown.
Panic boiled over, and this incident alerted the Bishop of the Ancient Snake Cult in Niskaner City, so the disciplinary knight commander Leon and his team members set off to the countryside to investigate.
However, the knights of the church did not bring light and fell into the abyss themselves.
Who would have thought that what killed the missing villagers was not the evil things that escaped from the maze, nor the monsters attacking in the wilderness, but their respected Lord of Niskaner City, Count Santiller!
"Monster, a complete monster! Everyone tried their best to let me escape. I must see the bishop and expose this demon! Only the bishop can purify the current Santiller demon."
Tom cursed Santille, growing tired.
He was so tired.
Time passed slowly, and Tom closed his eyes and fell into a light sleep.
crackle.
Suddenly, a crisp sound woke him up from his drowsy sleep.
"who?!"
Tom looked around with wide eyes, but saw nothing of note.
"It's the sound of wood burning. That's right. That demon was hit by Captain Lyon's Great Silence Technique. How could it come after him so quickly?" He smiled to himself, as if he was laughing at his own suspicion.
Tom closed his eyes again.
It was not easy to find a house in the wilderness. He had to seize the time to have a good rest before setting off.
The wind was still blowing outside the house, the rain and mist moistened the door, and the bonfire danced, illuminating the faces of the people resting next to them.
"No, there must be something wrong!"
A strange feeling lingered in Tom's heart, and he could no longer sleep. He quickly recited the scriptures silently, and a faint holy light lit up deep in the hole.
He checked every corner of his surroundings and soon discovered something unusual.
"Does this wood burn a little too fast?"
As if aware of Tom's gaze, the wood in the fire instantly turned to charcoal and ashes. The flames soared so high that they hit the ceiling. Sparks scattered all over the room and drifted down, and then quickly extinguished.
The originally bright interior suddenly became as dark as the outside.
Tom was startled.
He found that the closed door quietly opened a crack.
Thanks to the holy light in his eyes, he saw a vague humanoid figure squatting in the darkness outside the door. It was staring straight into the room and himself through the crack of the door.
"grass……"
Tom's face twitched, and cold sweat dripped down his back.
"You saw me? You saw me."
The sound of disappointment passed through the wooden door, like a poisonous snake crawling up his body, making all the hairs on Tom's skin stand on end.
"Come out! Demon Santille! I know it's you! The damn thing that can't see the light! The bed bugs in the sewer!" Tom squeezed the Holy Emblem of the Ancient Serpent and shouted sternly outside the house.
However, what frightened him was that in the blink of an eye, the black figure outside the house disappeared.
At this moment, warm breath blew on the top of his head.
Tom turned around stiffly and looked up. In the last scene he remembered, a slender pitch-black figure with slender limbs and a height of nearly three meters bent slightly and bared his fangs at him.
"Knight, you can't leave your companions and run away. You are right, my naughty little knight Tom."
…
Cold, cold.
Lying on the floor, Tom heard the chaotic footsteps and the rustling sound of sharpening knives.
A voice engraved in his bones gradually became clear:
"The curse of the Rot-Blooded God failed in the last step. The knowledge that the great being taught me cannot be wrong. I understand, it must be that the materials are not up to standard...
"You guys, dig out ten sets of human intestines, prepare twenty buckets of human blood, and thirty hearts and lungs for me!"
Tom woke up with a start.
He saw the ghostly Count Santiller smiling at him, saw the slaves with dull faces around him walking numbly with knives in their hands, and saw scattered corpses and wailing people everywhere.
Tom desperately found himself back in the bloody abyss.
"Devil, I will fight with you!" Tom roared angrily, communicating with the holy power in his body that he was about to self-destruct.
"Idiot, do you have the strength to fight me?"
Santiler grabbed Tom's hair with his right hand and directly sealed all the energy pathways in his body. He lifted him up in front of him and smiled evilly.
"Recognize your situation, little knight. I, Santille, am petty and don't like others to scold me."
After saying that, he carried Tom to a wall.
A naked woman with her head drooped was nailed to the wall in a large character.
Tom's child shrank violently, recognized the woman's identity, and shouted out of control:
"Ms. Andara! Santile, you actually imprisoned the president of the city's Warlock Association here. Devil, you heinous devil!"
Santille ignored Tom's cry, his eyes turned cold, and he slammed his other hand on the woman's face.
Snapped!
Andara vomited blood from her mouth and woke up. When she saw Santille, her eyes showed a strong light of hatred:
"Santile, you crazy warlock, you have been completely corrupted, and you actually treat people as bloodline consumables. The Warlock Association will not let you go, Elder Axel will definitely tie you to the stake, and you... …”
puff.
Andara's eyes widened, and Tom's expression was dull.
Santiler's slender right hand was seen inserting into Andara's chest, and then he violently pulled out a beating purple heart and bit it down.
"Andara, you have no value anymore. You should be proud! For being able to scold me for so long, your whole life is considered
Glorious and glorious. "
Santille ate everything in his hands one bite at a time, with blood still staining the corners of his mouth.
Andara stared at Santile, opening and closing her lips several times, but only blood gushed out.
Soon, she was already covered in bruises and no longer had any breath of life.
"Now, are you going to continue scolding me?" Santille turned his face and looked at Tom jokingly.
The latter's body kept shaking and his face turned pale.
A few minutes later, Tom was taken to another room and a polished knife was thrust into his hand.
There was a long table in the room, and a muscular man, shirtless, was lying quietly on it. His right arm was missing, and there were many horrific wounds on his body.
When Tom, who had always been in fear, saw the man, big tears welled up in his eyes, and he knelt down in grief: "Captain, captain..."
"Why don't you look around?" Santille reminded with a smile.
Tom raised his eyes and saw the bloody figures hanging on the surrounding walls. They were all skinned and lifeless.
Tom trembled and tried his best to throw the knife in his hand towards Santille.
"The Punishment Knights are very strong, but you are the only one left now. Tom, let me tell you good news. Not long after you left Niskaner City, Bishop Aisha was summoned by the Pope and set off for the capital.
And I, the great Count Santiller, have now reached the top of the third ring. Who else can beat me here? No one can save you, you are like ashes and have lost all traces in this world. "
Santille caught the knife, smiled, patted Tom's cheek with the back of his hand, and gently put the knife into his hand again.
"This is impossible, this is all fake." Tom was completely desperate.
"Do it, do it. Cut out their hearts. Only you, who is also a knight, can not be rejected by the holy power and keep the materials as fresh as possible. This is the value of your survival."
Santille persuaded with gentle words, and a magic rune also appeared on Tom's forehead.
Tom's face showed struggle, and his eyes were constantly changing between fear and turbidity.
The corners of Santiler's lips curled up, and he stopped urging and slowly exited the room.
"He won't be able to hold on for long. What a heart that looks forward to being immersed in divine grace. It will surely please that great being!"
Santille licked his lips and walked along the path, along the dirt steps, and left the underground space.
The wails and moans gradually became inaudible. At the exit, Santiler took off the human skin clothes hanging on the wall. The lanky and ghostly evil body got into it and slowly transformed into a young man with blue eyes and a pale face.
He put on his white silk gloves elegantly, dusted off the dust on his silk clothes, and walked gracefully to his residence.
There are already maids lying on the ground on the road, forming a human carpet to isolate them from dust and contamination.
Santille's room is very simple. Apart from the bookshelves placed everywhere, there is only an alchemy table and a floor-to-ceiling mirror.
He carefully took down a thick book of magic spells and squinted his eyes imperceptibly as he passed by the mirror.
There was no pale young man in the mirror, only a nearly 3-meter-long black figure with fangs bared and full of malice exuding from his body.
"Santile, more, more soul and blood." Its words echoed in the young man's heart.
"I know, I know. Soon, the great being will be able to taste the sumptuous meals presented by the knights of God. It's not just that, there will be more in the future, don't worry." Santill whispered.
"Yes, the abyss will see every effort we make. She will give us gifts generously. But we can speed up. The bishop has left, and no one here can stop us. Santille, It’s time to take action against Niskaner City." The shadow said.
"I said, don't worry!" Santill's eyes flashed with impatience, "You idiot, you only have part of my wisdom! There will be more and more disciples like us, just wait a little longer, No one will notice us."
"You're scared. Do you still have fear in your heart? Santile!" The black shadow roared filial piety.
"What do you know! Northland
Although all the bishops have left, there is still a king in the North! "Santile said.
"Haha, are you talking about the new head of the Kara family in Fanon City? It's just a fourth ring. Do you and I still have to be afraid of him if we work together? A lot of third ring warlocks have died at your hands. I think you should take more action. , If we can attract him, the soul blood of a fourth-level warlock will surely allow us to break through the third level directly!" The black shadow laughed wildly.
"You are still so confident." Santille chuckled.
The black shadow in the mirror suddenly disappeared, and half of Santille's face exploded, revealing a dark background.
"Don't forget why you are here today. We have passed the third ring, we will pass the fourth ring, and we can follow the greatness around us."
"You don't need to remind him, he is not worth mentioning. The Northland will usher in a new king, just wait for me for a while, my desire."
Santille raised his hand to cover the dark left side of his face.
Layers of skin squirmed around his neck, spreading upwards and covering his chin, lips, and bridge of nose again. After a while, the handsome young man stood in front of the mirror again.
He walked forward, placed the spell book on the alchemy table, opened it, and began to study the spell of the Corrupt Blood God that the abyss had inspired him.
The maids outside the house were still lying on the ground, and they did not dare to get up without the master's instructions.
The manor was quiet, and there was not a single human voice in the town here.
The clouds in the northern sky were stirring, the sun was piercing the haze, and a giant silver-white dragon was flying towards them carrying the two of them.
