The ritual was ruined.

When the Queen's Guard, which had been in reincarnation for half a century, suddenly broke the cycle for unknown reasons, when the "Gate of Transformation" of the ceremony hall was blown up by invaders, when a group of guys came into the hall from nowhere - when the scheduled sacrifice sacrificed himself to the green flame in front of the Pool of Elements, this noble and ultimate ceremony had reached an irreversible point.

Now, the pagans have rushed in, and the vandals are frantically slaughtering the followers of the Holy Lord, destroying decades of hard work.

"What have you done?!"

In the center of the deep pool, the cult leader who looked like a blond young man roared in rage. His body suddenly rose taller, and supported by the black mud, he turned into a swollen and terrifying giant. He waved his arms towards Agatha, and countless thorns and bone spurs grew rapidly from the pool and spread, overwhelming the gatekeeper who was still standing in the flames.

However, all the attacks did not have time to touch Agatha's body, and were instantly turned into ashes under the burning of the ghostly green flames. The strange flames would instead spread in the opposite direction along the trajectory of the ashes, gradually burning the sacrificial symbols and blasphemous objects around the mud pool, and then spread into the pool.

Agatha was still wrapped in flames, and the blazing spiritual fire had begun to burst out of her body. Every wound on her body even became a channel for the flames to burst out. It looked as if the flames turned into blood and flowed through her blood vessels. The pain of being burned by the flames had faded away at some point. She laughed in the fire, raised her head and looked at the furious but incompetent heretic unscrupulously, and murmured softly as if talking to herself: "Ah... I understand..."

The next second, her eyeballs were instantly burned by the spiritual fire, and fire gushed out from the empty eye sockets. She used these burnt "eyes" to look around, looking at the cultists who were in great chaos around the deep pool.

As her eyes swept over, all the believers began to burn, the demons that coexisted with them also began to burn, all the blasphemous things in the hall became fuel for the fire, and even the hall itself began to slowly be permeated with the texture of flames.

The Fire Usurper gave her authority, and she used the authority of fire to end the blasphemy here - this was the truth she saw in the fire at the moment her eyeballs were burned.

The cultist in the center of the mud is nothing to worry about; he is just a freak who has completed a self-sacrificial transformation. The ones who really keep this place running are those ugly, deformed heretics who are screaming and shouting around the mud pool.

"Stop! Stop now! You don't know what you are doing! It will not benefit anyone if the ritual gets out of control! It has already progressed to..."

The cult leader, who had turned into a swollen giant, shouted in vain and kept creating barriers in an attempt to resist the flames spreading throughout the hall. However, at this moment, a gunshot suddenly came from the side, interrupting his shouting.

"Bang!"

A young soldier wearing a soldier's uniform from half a century ago and holding an old-fashioned rifle rushed in and fired at the deformed and swollen giant in the middle of the deep pool.

The brave warrior was swallowed up by the surging black mud the next moment, but behind him, more soldiers were rushing into the hall.

In terms of time, the cycle node of the Queen's Guard's "Counterattack" has been passed, and these phantom warriors should have all disappeared, but it is obvious that this cycle has been changed by the destruction of the thorny gate - the Queen's Guard, which should have disappeared at the next hour, has returned here from the cycle and began to attack this last hall.

The Marine team led by Lawrence has also been engaged in a battle with the nearby cultists and dark demons - they have run out of bullets, but they still have sharp scimitars and swords, and a body that is not afraid of death for the time being, so even when facing dark priests and demonic creatures who possess various dangerous powers, they are as powerful as extraordinary people and are not at a disadvantage.

With a "clang" sound, the dagger in Lawrence's hand cut off a bone spur flying towards him, and then he dodged a fireball that almost exploded on him. He stepped forward in the flames, cut off the chain behind the neck of a cultist, and watched the body of the dark priest quickly turn into ashes. Then he raised his head and looked at the long-haired woman who was standing in front of the mud pool not far away, her body burning like a torch.

"Girl! We're here to help!" the old captain shouted. "We all work for the Captain, don't we? Which ship are you on?"

He saw clearly that the young girl standing in the flames was burning with the same ghostly green flame as himself, which meant she was obviously one of his own. On the other hand, the flame on the girl's body was darker in color and obviously bigger than his own, so she must not be an ordinary "one of his own".

Big and green—one of Captain Duncan’s big men.

Captain Lawrence used his rich experience as an adventurer and captain to make a simple judgment and concluded that he should take the initiative to greet his future high-level colleagues.

Agatha looked in astonishment at the sturdy old man who was dressed like a captain and was shouting at her.

"What did you say?!" After two or three seconds, she couldn't help but shout, "It's too noisy here and I can't hear you!"

Lawrence was stunned for a moment, then turned to confirm with his subordinates: "Did she respond?"

"How should I know!" Anomaly 077 was the closest, and the mummy was shouting at the moment, with embarrassment mixed with fear in his voice. He jumped back and forth in the flames spreading in all directions, desperately dodging the flying bullets, fireballs, bone spurs and even the broken limbs that were blown off. The double knives in his hands had already cut through gaps. "I'm a sailor! Why am I fighting a bunch of cultists in the sewers now? This is the job of a Marine!"

“You weren’t like that when you came ashore,” Laurence shouted. “You were as excited as a pirate preparing to plunder a city-state.”

"We are not pirates, as you said!"

"Then I appoint you as a Marine."

"You fucking—"

"Um?"

"You fucking ..."

Agatha listened blankly to the confusing shouting and communication between those rude and fierce sailors and the captain, and looked at the extremely chaotic scene in front of her -

Who are these guys? Where are they from? What do they do?

She saw the strangers burning with the same green flames as herself, and the cultists in the hall were fighting with them. She also saw a large group of soldiers like ancient ghosts rushing in and shooting everywhere. From time to time, soldiers shouted the name of the Frost Queen. Everything here was beyond her understanding, as if...

It was as if after she chose to sacrifice herself, the entire world had changed.

However, her wild thoughts were soon interrupted by the whistling sound of wind in her ears.

The bloated, misshapen giant bent over her.

"Everything...can no longer be stopped..."

It roared, and filthy, uncontrollable black mud gushed out of its body. The once handsome, blond young man was no longer there, and now there was only a horrible monster with a roughly human shape in its place.

Half of its body was covered with crisscrossing mouths, and chilling friction and whispers could be heard between its sharp teeth. Its head slowly cracked in front of Agatha, and the cracks were filled with malicious eyeballs. The elements had completely eroded and replaced the monster's former human body. It had become part of that pool of mud, or even... part of a larger, more deranged will.

The swollen giant stared at Agatha with its countless eyes. The mud spreading around it had been ignited, and the flames even spread to its body. However, the monster did not seem to feel any pain, and just repeated over and over again: "Can't stop... Can't stop... Wrong, wrong..."

"You have already failed." Agatha raised her head and stared at the monster. The flames flowing from her eyes distorted the air around her. "You should be able to feel that the so-called 'channel' has been cut off. The inversion process between the mirror and reality has stopped."

"Stop?" The monster seemed to suddenly wake up for a moment because of Agatha's last words. In its countless mutated eyeballs, the resentment of humans once again emerged. "Foolish... You think that you have sacrificed yourself... We don't have any other sacrifices?!"

Agatha was startled.

The next second, she saw the giant suddenly raise his hands high - the arms suddenly changed, growing and differentiating rapidly like dry and cracked branches, turning into large thorn-like structures, and piercing into the roof of the assembly hall and every nearby pipe, and between the thorn spikes, there were faint flashes of light moving quickly, like fireflies.

From the depths of this "thorn bush" came a cry of ecstasy:

"I see it! I understand it! I get it!

"What a magnificent creation! What a grand blueprint! Great and holy Lord... I have understood your intention, I have understood... Reshape this world, yes, reshape... All of us, and everything in this world, will be reborn from the flesh and blood of God - believers, the time for sacrifice has come!"

"It's time to sacrifice!"

Under the shocked gazes of Agatha and the Marine Squad led by Lawrence, all the remaining Annihilation Cultists in the hall began to cheer in ecstasy, as if they had truly received some revelation from the truth, and amidst the thunderous cheers, one after another leaped into the pool of mud in the center of the hall!