Chapter 272: Sacrifice

Blood-red light sprayed from the ground toward the night sky, forming strange red light pillars, illuminating the night of Tobesk. Thick blood mist surged in all directions. In just a few minutes, the entire city was plunged into blood mist.

People fell into a deeper sleep in the fishy sweetness of the blood, the moon was obscured, and the stars no longer twinkled. Only the sorcerers who realized something was wrong in the first time could barely keep awake in this rapidly spreading blood mist. But the mental pressure of the Saint about to appear completely impacted the exceptionally sensitive senses of the supernatural beings, and no one could hold on for too long.

In the rural cemetery in the suburbs, Mr. Corpus stood in the darkness at the door of the gravedigger's hut with a coffin on his back, quietly watching the red blood mist drifting over;

Dawn Church, the church emitted holy light to drive away the blood mist, the clergy hurriedly organized prayer rituals, and the singing of the choir rang out in panic. No one noticed that the elderly and respected Father Augustus stood alone at the church door, the holy white light around him making the blood mist gradually stay away from the church;

Schneider Psychological Clinic, the unlucky middle-aged doctor who left the banquet under Xia De's guidance, shrank in the corner of the bedroom with a ferocious face. Black flames wrapped around him, keeping the blood mist from approaching, and the green mold of decay spread everywhere on the ground and walls he touched, while black shadows and manic flames protected him;

Old John's Antique Shop, the elderly shopkeeper emitted brass-colored light all over his body. He sighed and looked at the night sky gradually covered by blood mist. He wanted to step out of the shop door but suddenly froze, and looked toward the city center:

"Damn it, I'm really getting old; am I dreaming now? Can more outrageous things happen today?"

At the center of the blood-red light pillar, that is, around the Count Maupassant manor, swarms of blood crows danced in the blood mist. Countless strange flesh-and-blood monsters, in indescribable twisted postures, came to the human world with the blood mist. The roaring and snarling twisted creatures rushed out of the manor and fought with the Orthodox Church sorcerer squad near the manor in the blood mist.

Fortunately, they only appeared from the manor; otherwise, there wouldn't be any living people in this city within a few minutes.

Iluna Beiyasi didn't know why things had become like this. After bidding farewell to Xia De and Luweiya, she quickly rushed to the vicinity of the manor to join her squad and submitted the clue that there were second and third divine descent containers.

Captain Moody Robinson immediately sent people to notify the squad inside the manor and comforted her together with other members of the squad. Even if there were divine descent containers, as long as the "Grand Banquet" itself was destroyed, the ritual could still not proceed smoothly.

And almost at the same time as their conversation, the arrest operation inside the manor officially began. And as the first streak of blood light shot out from the third floor and flew toward the city, more and more blood lines connected with certain points in the city, centered on the manor.

Thousands of citizens scattered in Tobesk who had been drinking the special-priced milk from the "Silver Parrot Milk Delivery Company" for a long time were drained of blood in their sleep in an instant, thereby constituting the grand banquet of sacrifice to the false god. Thus, amidst the shaking of the earth and the roaring wind, the blood banquet officially began, and the blood mist swallowed the entire city.

Iluna Beiyasi didn't know why things had become like this. Clearly, the action of breaking into the ruins tonight was the most dangerous, and the church's arrest of the cultists should have been foolproof, but she understood what she should do.

The blood mist swallowed them, and the monsters that appeared in the mist left the squad with no time to pay attention to the things inside the manor. The brown-haired girl gritted her teeth, left the squad, and ran toward the manor.

The golden destiny ring appeared behind her, and subsequently, the high-speed rotating destiny ring transformed into a scale in the golden light. No one had time to pay attention to her anymore, and the luster of that golden scale made the indescribable things crawling in the blood mist subconsciously stay away.

She successfully crossed the street, feeling the increasingly intense headache, and gritted her teeth to break into the manor.

Iluna Beiyasi knew she didn't have the power to fight a god, but the power of a Chosen One must be able to cause some influence. Entering the manor meant sacrifice, but someone had to do this at this time.

The blood mist in the manor courtyard was thicker than outside, and the unconscious guests fell to the ground in droves. And as the young girl got closer and closer to the manor building, even though she hadn't seen it yet, hadn't heard it yet, her body was already trembling instinctively.

She knew what was on the third floor, knew what she was about to face, and also understood the consequences of doing so.

But someone always had to do something. Even after becoming a so-called "Chosen One," Iluna Beiyasi didn't think she would become a so-called savior. But from the knowledge she obtained, she faintly knew that her power could slightly influence the Saint, so she came. She might die, but she still came.

On the first floor, guests fell in droves, making her faintly recall the situation of cutting wheat she had seen when living in the countryside as a child.

On the second floor, the Thirteenth-Circle sorcerer of the Sun Church, Mr. "Sunlight Greatsword" Hogg Lundle, was working hard with the few people who could maintain consciousness at this time to insert a broken ritual sword into the floor. She knew that was a Level 0 relic and could limit the Saint's range of activity for a short time. It seemed the situation was not the worst now.

The blood mist became thicker and thicker, and her steps became heavier and heavier. The golden scale transformed from the destiny ring behind her had less and less ability to resist the blood mist, but the brown-haired girl still endured the mental and physical pain and came to the third floor.

Finally unable to bear the pressure, the Second Circle female sorcerer collapsed on the carpet. That was a blood-stained carpet; a light press could squeeze out blood, and in the eerie red, millions of souls seemed to be imprisoned.

She collapsed at the entrance of the stairs. Her limbs were completely uncontrollable, her blood seemed to be boiling, and the headache almost made her scream, but she still looked up at the third floor with difficulty.

This should have been the layout of a corridor and rooms, but at this moment, a long table covered with snow-white tablecloth was placed in the open banquet hall. Countless human mummies wrapped in white cloth hung down from the ceiling, as if they were lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

*Ding-dang~*

The crisp sound seemed to explode directly in her head, and the banquet began.

On the empty tabletop, silver and gold utensils containing fresh human organs appeared one by one. In the bloody thick mist, the sweet scent of food drifted over.

And at the very end of the long table, a somewhat blurry figure wearing a red suit was elegantly manipulating a knife and fork, enjoying the... on the tabletop.

She closed her eyes, and blood flowed from her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth at the same time:

"I understand, not fully descended yet, this is a false god..."

"False god!"

Suddenly, a golden light appeared before her eyes. The Thirteenth-Circle sorcerer "Sunlight Greatsword" Mr. Hogg Lundle rushed up from the second floor. The middle-aged man was also bleeding from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth at the same time, but he still held a dazzling golden giant sword and ran past Miss Beiyasi. The light of the Sunlight Greatsword made Miss Beiyasi, who was also a believer of the Sun God, feel joy, but the middle-aged man just passed by Miss Beiyasi and suddenly stopped his steps.

The golden giant sword in his hand vanished. He entered the blood-colored banquet hall, walked to the table full of food uncontrollably, pulled out a chair, and sat down, motionless.

Iluna accumulated strength:

"Mr. Lundle's appearance means the relic downstairs can already play a role... This is the power of a god... Xia De..."

She lay on the carpet. Perhaps only a few seconds had passed, perhaps decades had passed, suddenly a whistling sound came from outside the window, and subsequently, more than ten figures broke through the outer wall of the banquet hall in holy light. The high-level sorcerers of the five major churches in the Tobesk diocese—Dawn Church, Creation Church, Sun Church, Peace Church, and Nature Church—appeared almost at the same time. Iluna knew some of them, but more were seeing them for the first time.

They rushed into the blood banquet huddled together. In an instant, Iluna thought she almost heard the sound of dozens of different Words of Sublimation being chanted. The strange white holy light enveloped these people who knew they would sacrifice themselves. The unfolding of the Words of Sublimation made the spatial anomalies superimposed at the broken wall hole almost cover the blood-colored banquet hall on the third floor.

Destined to sacrifice here, but even if it was to delay the descent of the Orthodox God for a second, it was a victory for humanity. Just like facing the descent of false gods a limited number of times in past eras, they had already made a mistake once, and this time there must be no hesitation at all.

"Cough, cough~"

The figure manipulating the knife and fork at the end of the long table coughed, and all the Words of Sublimation stalled. Just like the Thirteenth-Circle sorcerer, they were swallowed by the blood mist the moment they entered here, all losing control of their bodies, stiffly looking for their own seats.

"No!"

Iluna struggled to climb up from the ground, and people finally noticed that there was actually one person here.

"God should not be in the human world."

The one-eyed girl said while spitting blood, not daring to look up at the illusory figure at the end of the table, but her words were exceptionally firm:

"The balance of the material world has been broken by you."

The golden scale behind her rose to the top of her head. The golden luster actually allowed the high-level sorcerers of the church to temporarily regain their ability to act.

"Iluna?"

"Beiyasi?"

"The Chosen One has actually appeared!"

"Oh, God, is the "Whispering Poetry" true?"

Various wonder arts, curses, and divine arts flickered, but the power of the god still suppressed everything in this blood-colored banquet hall.

After a brief struggle for control, the people at the long table only retained the ability to speak. They closed their eyes and bowed their heads, on the edge of consciousness and coma, not wanting to perceive everything around them.

And the one-eyed girl with brown hair climbed up stiffly and silently pulled out a seat at the long table covered with a clean white tablecloth.

The sound of the chair being pulled was not harsh, and she sat down.