In the Wizarding World, in a remote continent called the Liuli Islands, in a small rural village, hundreds of villagers knelt in fear on the ground full of the smell of blood, tremblingly praying to the so-called Supreme Lord.

In this small village, hundreds of figures wearing tight-fitting black robes and with ferocious ghost faces were stationed. They patrolled around silently, and the only exposed scarlet eyes flashed with fanaticism and cruelty.

In the center where the kneeling villagers were facing, a torture rack was erected high, with a frightened girl tied to it, and the blazing flames had begun to burn.

"The great terrifying existence sleeps in the unknown dark abyss, waiting for the end of the day. The gospel gives enlightenment to all living beings. We will surely become the sword for the coming of our Lord, and pray for the coming of the great Lord with the joy of all living beings!"

"Great Lord, we offer you the perfect body to come and pray for your coming!"

Under the torture rack, an old man wearing a bright red robe was kneeling on the ground, muttering words and making various exaggerated movements. An evil black book was floating in the air, chanting strange whispers.

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A figure struggled wildly in the flames, and screams rang out. The bodies of the villagers kneeling below were shaking, but Douglas didn't care, his face was crazy, and the chanting in his mouth became louder and louder.

Some black-robed believers had already drawn their long swords with fanatical eyes, and chopped down the villagers one by one from behind. Fresh blood flowed to the torture rack from all directions, and finally the bloody long swords were inserted into the ground, surrounded by black people.

The believers also knelt down one by one.

"For my lord!"

"For my lord!"

At this moment, several of the fanatical believers stood up, roared crazily, covered themselves in clothes, and with excited smiles on their faces, fearlessly rushed into the flames, as if the Supreme Lord was in front of them.

The same embrace.

The festival had reached its climax, but unfortunately they waited for a long time, until the flames went out, and still did not receive a response from the Supreme Lord.

"This must be a test from our Lord to our believers! It must be that the body we prepared is not perfect enough. Our sacrifice cannot satisfy our Lord. It is not enough! It is not enough!"

"My Lord, your devout and humble believers have understood your gospel and will definitely offer you the most perfect body to welcome your arrival!"

Douglas finally stood up with a gloomy expression, scratching his face frantically with his hands, leaving traces of blood, shaking his head and nodding, muttering to himself.

"Master Priest, those damn blasphemers are catching up again!"

At this moment, a black-robed cultist emerged from the soil, half-knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and said in a cold tone.

"Ah, those damn blasphemers, a bunch of bastards who cannot understand the great gospel of our Lord, they will die the moment our Lord comes!"

"First... withdraw!"

Upon hearing the news, Douglas stopped what he was doing, roared like a devil, carefully put away the gospel, flicked his broad red robe, and left without any delay, followed by hundreds of people.

The running figure in black robe disappeared without a trace.

After a while, several men and women wearing black wizard robes floated in the mid-air in this deserted village. They glanced at the fire that had just been extinguished. Their expressions were indifferent. They didn't care at all about the life and death of these mortals.

"What a bunch of little mice. They run so fast. You'd better pray that they don't fall into my hands!"

A male wizard with most of his face covered by a hood said impatiently, reaching out to touch the red earrings next to his ears. How many times has this happened? If it weren’t for the unusual reward for this special mission released by the Ring Tower.

Rich, he doesn't want to waste his precious time in this remote little place?

"The power of this group of cultists is actually quite interesting. The erosion and pollution is the weirdest and most difficult thing I have ever encountered. I will study it carefully if I have the chance!"

"But it seems that they often engage in primitive sacrifices. Is the great lord believing in some alien god?"

"Tch, I'm afraid he's just an ignorant indigenous god from a small world. He actually dares to invade our wizarding world. He really doesn't know how to live or die!"

Several wizards chatted on the sidelines. Ordinary wizards naturally have no access to things on this level, but as the elite wizards of the Ring Tower Organization, the overlord of the wizarding world, they have even participated in colonial invasions from other worlds, so they know more about nature.

Besides, the wizarding world has countless subordinate colonial worlds and countless powerful people, so they naturally have the confidence to say such things.

"Going in that direction!"

One of the witches among them was using witchcraft to detect something. The next moment, the pool of stinking blood on the ground condensed into blood butterflies, flying in this certain direction.

"Chase!"

The others didn't doubt his presence, nodded, stopped chatting, and flew up.

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Paradise, at this moment, Ye Tiancheng is no longer the helpless young man before. Now he is a standard muscle tyrant. With the ability of the system to add points, the unique ghost hunting resources here and a group of sudden

Without an 'IQ' manager, his strength has grown at an alarming rate in a short period of time.

Not only did his subordinates gather a lot of forces, but he also recently joined a secret resistance organization. With his tyrannical strength, he soon became the leader of this organization called "Hope".

"You... a bastard!"

Tonight was another very ordinary paradise activity, but the scene in front of him made Ye Tiancheng, who should have been high-spirited, almost go crazy. When he rushed home, the strong smell of blood assaulted his nostrils, and twisted bodies were lying on the ground.

corpses of gang members.

After killing countless raging ghosts along the way, he saw his best brother being penetrated by countless blades, and a spear was directly driven into Huanglong. His face was painful, twisted and nailed to the ground in disbelief.

Gang members, forget it if your brother is dead. What makes his brain congested the most is that a monster with disgusting tentacles and eyes sitting in the hall, laughing ferociously and insulting the two women he has booked.

(…omit a thousand words)

"Die!"

He roared angrily and pulled out the long sword from his waist. The blood all over his body spurted out and turned into a flash of thunder and lightning. The monster just heard the sound and was about to raise his head. His expression froze and he was split into two halves.

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But it was too late. Even killing the culprit could not make up for his painful heart. Xiao Wei's body had been cold for a long time, and Xiao Li, who looked like he had been played badly, also shed tears and committed suicide unbearably.

"Paradise!"

Ye Tiancheng, who was covered in blood, held the hilt of the sword tightly, looked up to the sky and roared, his eyes red and let out a heart-rending roar. It was all his fault. He should have listened to the other members long ago but instead!

It's all his fault for letting down his initial vigilance and forgetting that this is a hell where life and death depend on one's own. He has been hesitant and cautious, thinking about increasing his strength. It's all his fault, otherwise this kind of thing wouldn't have happened today.

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Chapter completed!