The meeting point of the sensualists was not in a certain village, but around an altar-like building on the top of a mountain.
Weeds half as tall as a man covered most of the ground. Only the edge of the altar seemed to have been roughly taken care of, with a little bit of brown-red soil exposed.
The party had already begun. The weeds covered the overlapping bodies. Sticky moans and roars were mixed together. The atmosphere of indulgence almost filled the entire space.
Agnes looked at the crimson flowers mixed with strange bloodshot that appeared in her hand, retracted her fingers, looked up at the person walking towards her, and narrowed her eyes slightly.
It's an acquaintance.
Colclough Garmier, or rather Gotles Vitus, was the "playwright" who invited the whole town to a ball in Bodivia.
He did not wear the wide-brimmed hat with exaggerated feather decorations mentioned in the report of Bodivia's Heart of Nature team, but he was still dressed as formally as if this was a formal banquet in the Northern Continent.
The other party's target is obviously himself.
The newcomer who comes to such a party for the first time is certainly noticeable enough, just like there are always people looking at her with various eyes along the way, but Agnes knows very well that just this specialness is enough to attract the other person. .
The power she left on the other party during the Bodivia incident was continuously operating, allowing her to easily learn the other party's traces.
The other party came to the Southern Continent not long after leaving Bodivia and has been operating in the Pas Valley.
His target is the Rose School of Thought. This is something that can be easily deduced. The reason must be related to what he did to him.
The Pagani family and the Yu Zui Cult are both related to themselves, but they are also within the sphere of influence of the Zhengshen Church.
This Goteles Vitus had just had a fight with the God's Favorite of the Earth Mother Church in Bodivia not long ago, and was wanted. It was difficult to contact the Pagani family and the Remaining Sin Cult.
The Rose School of Thought is different. The act of collecting "beacons" is enough to prove that they are by no means ignorant. Frequent wars also make it easier for him to cause trouble.
Agnes originally planned to see what he wanted to do later, but she didn't expect that the other party also came to this party.
"Lamouche said there is a new gentleman," Goteleis Vitus pressed his chest and bent slightly, then raised his head and said with a slight smile, "and promised me that he is charming enough."
Agnes nodded noncommittally, and then spoke in a somewhat doubtful tone:
"Lamouche?"
"Oh, it's the organizer of this party," Gotles Vitus said with a shrug. "I thought you were going to ask me who I was first, sir."
"I don't care about that," Agnes said casually.
"I understand, I understand," Gotles Vitus laughed twice, and the laughter sounded a bit sharp, "just like I don't care whether they really believe that indulgent desires can help improve themselves. The same will."
Agnes looked at the other party deeply.
"So, what do you want to say, sir?" she asked.
"Perhaps we have some extra connections, sir," Gotles Vitus said, his words seemed to be teasing, but also seemed to be just a simple and serious narrative, "You give me some strange feelings."
"What's the relationship? A relationship between sending small notes to each other?" Agnes raised her eyebrows, "We are not familiar with each other to this extent."
"You recognize me, sir," Gotles said with certainty.
He stared at Agnes closely for a moment, and then suddenly said again: "You are His believer, you know what I mean."
Agnes glanced at him and said nothing.
"What do you want to do?" Gotles suddenly became very interested, "Kill a few birds in heat?"
"No, no, this is too boring. Such a play would be kicked off the stage by the audience in the theater," Goteles said with a strange sense of madness, joy, and complete certainty, "They are just An insignificant insect is not worthy of His attention."
"He doesn't care if He ruins some mediocre plan, He just sees what they want to do."
"If some guys know the mission they should take on, and it's interesting enough, then He doesn't mind giving a push to temporarily satisfy the unquenchable desire..."
Goteles's eyes swayed slightly with excitement, and his tone of voice was so exciting that he almost forgot where he was and seemed to be completely immersed in his own world.
For a moment, Agnes doubted whether the power she had left on Goteles had completely contaminated the other party. The fact that she could not control the other party clearly denied such speculation, but Agnes was very sure that this guy's Mental condition is worrying.
But she wasn't here today to watch others go crazy.
Thanks to the demonstrations of the people in Navarre, she learned a very capable ritual.
That ceremony sacrificed everything of the people in the city in order to obtain part of the power of the gods, and it achieved a result that was hard to say whether it was a success or a failure.
But if the purpose is just a group of extraordinary people, then the price can be accepted.
The ritual requires a sacrificer who is contagious enough, who is the leader of the ritual. Karpas who fully releases his desires is enough to fill this role.
It also requires the support of enough strength, enough life, or a powerful enough extraordinary power to achieve it.
The final recipient is not important, whether it is one person, many people, or extraordinary items, it just provides a goal.
As for other requirements, they are not that important, if the goals are not so ambitious.
There is no doubt that this is a blood ritual.
If she were still in Feneport City, she would never have the idea of trying such a ritual.
But this is the Southern Continent, and she also wants to do something to see the power of the Lust Faction.
The whispering in her ears grew louder, and Agnes no longer looked at Goteles, but turned to look closer to the altar.
The living corpse that stayed there screamed, and tiny cracks appeared on his body little by little, revealing the filthy and putrid interior, as well as wisps of gray-black mist that were almost completely invisible.
But these are disappearing little by little. Following the veins that have long lost their functions, whether it is skin, muscles or internal organs, they are quietly dissolving in unknown places.
A naked man also stopped trembling and stood up.
The woman still lying on the ground groaned in dissatisfaction.
"Lamouche, you..."
Her words were swallowed in her throat, and all her voice was lost.
Black mane covered the whole body of the man in front of him, his lips were fixed into a weird smile, and bright red blood was flowing on his sharp nails.
The ends of the sharp nails had completely sunk into both sides of the neck, accurately pulling out the windpipe, even though the owner of the sharp claws was rising and falling with his chest, making a sound like a bellows.
