Chapter 432 Seeking Death
"Let us go to the Kingdom of God together!"
A voice shouted, and almost everyone smiled at the same time, which made Caris feel uneasy.
One after another, several unconscious humans were carried to Caris. Caris recognized familiar faces. He saw Ms. Jessica, who was supposed to escape to the Laurent Forest alone, and also found Mr. Rune, who wanted to continue hiding in Nordland.
The cultists began to draw huge symbols on the ground. During this time, some of Caris's acquaintances were brought into the magic circle, each occupying a node.
After the huge circle was drawn and the Ouroboros-like pattern was completely outlined, Caris could not see all the familiar faces. He only saw their clothes and several snake staffs that had lost their owners.
The bloody marks on the sweater told Caris their fate.
An ethereal, almost inaudible cry for help appeared in Caris' ears. He was tired of hearing the same cry in his dreams, and now he only felt irony.
The male and female believers sang in unison in a language that Caris could not understand. The ambiguous songs made the cries for help in Caris' ears even clearer.
Gradually, Caris could hear the urgency and the vague confusion in the voice.
"Urique! Please let me forget all that knowledge! Please!"
The doctor noticed something was wrong; the tone did not sound like that of a rational person.
It is certain that this group of evil people who believe in evil gods are equally irrational.
The rapid gasps mixed with the frightened and scared cries for help, the confusion suppressed in the voice and the emotions that quickly fluctuated with the sound made the doctor's hair stand on end.
"Save me, don't look at me... Please don't look at me, I can't save you! God, have mercy, save them."
Intermittent sobs were vague in the cries of regret and pain. The followers of Slaanesh were still dancing around the sacrifice ignorantly, but the sacrifice had already glimpsed the bleak doomsday.
What kind of power are they calling for? Are these cultists sure they can tame the unknown mystery? ".Don't blame me. I tried my best. It's not my fault. It's not me."
The tone, originally filled with fear, suddenly became angry.
"..Why are you staring at me? Nurgle, why are you fighting me? I am just a doctor."
When he heard the title of the God of Plague, it felt like there were wriggling worms in Caris's veins.
With a fear greater than death, he desperately tried to break free, but the cultists had tied him too tightly.
".Don't hurt them! Please, you won. Please, let them go."
Amid the desperate howling of the voice, Caris rolled frantically, trying to escape from the wooden stakes that secured his body.
The ignorant cultists continued their rituals, and Caris was certain that they had no idea what was going on and were calling upon uncontrollable forces.
Caris understood the feeling of despair first-hand. He looked up dejectedly at the branches and the sunlight reflected on the leaves, and met the eyes of a crow.
It has blood-red eyes.
Soon, hundreds of black crows jumped out from the branches. When they squirmed and stretched themselves into warlocks covered in wizard robes, Caris felt unprecedented anticipation and gratitude for their arrival.
It is better to die at the hands of a sorcerer than to be sacrificed to an evil god.
The shadows of the trees seemed to be filled with uninvited visitors. On the tallest branches around the clearing, a crooked figure behind a golden mask, with no joy or anger, but with an overbearing presence, was looking down at the ground. An unfathomable voice appeared gently in everyone's ears.
"You already know! I am the shepherd of Tzeentch, the Lord of Change, in the world! I am the bloody handprint in the shadow, I am the emperor in the reflection of the empire, the shadow lord of Middenheim!
The end is not yet near! We still need to stay dormant in the shadows of the world. You have gone too far. Stop now! Or die immediately! "
To Caris, he was more like a savior than a cult leader.
But warnings and threats could not stop the crazy person. The cultists' chanting continued, and the whispering in Caris' ears had become piercing.
By the time a musky scent filled the woods and a dozen half-male, half-female demons and a group of bewitched, ragged thugs rushed towards the warlocks, the cultists' response was self-evident.
Caris had never seen so many wizards before. He thought that a wizard group of this size only existed in the Imperial Magic Academy. Perhaps graduates of the Aldolf Magic Academy were indeed among them.
The cultists' resistance at the magical level was undoubtedly futile. Caris thought he would hear the sound of chanting, but in fact there were only rising flames that ignited the powerless rebels.
Humans grew extra arms or a second head in the flames. Like a wildly growing bamboo shoot, humans multiplied rapidly in the flames and soon reached a certain limit.
The evil followers who were unable to afford the nutrients for their bodies began to wither, and other less obvious mutations also climbed onto their bodies. What made Caris's scalp tingle was that even if the person presiding over the ceremony was about to die or had already died, the ceremony continued.
Another group of fat, mysterious men covered in robes interrupted the warlocks' massacre. They seemed to have come to stop the ceremony, or perhaps to take away the command of the ceremony.
The doctor did not wait for the death that fell from the sky. Whether it was fire, lightning, invisible blades, tentacles, poison gas, or disease, it seemed that they all intentionally avoided the sacrifices on the node.
He looked up at the sky in agony. Rain of fire, screaming flaming skeletons, and flashing blades of nothingness passed through the doctor's field of vision one after another.
The cries for help in his ears were like thunder. Caris wished he could grow wings and escape, or die during the ceremony, but he could not get what he wanted.
Lynch originally wanted to deal with the group of Slaanesh believers directly, but after observation he finally gave up the idea.
It was unusual that the devil's followers did not make use of the sacrifice first.
Just as Lynch expected, another group of hostile demon believers jumped out. Lynch thought they were followers of Nurgle, but the most active ones were the followers of Tzeentch who did not like to show up.
Of course, Nurgle's followers were not late either, and lived up to expectations by fighting their old rivals until they were bloody.
Lynch implicitly used his will to remove the magic around the sacrifice, but this seemed to be an unnecessary action as no one wanted to attack the sacrifice.
Just as the Lizardman was preparing to close the net, an uninvited tribe of Beastmen stopped him in his tracks.
He was very curious about what was going on here and how many outlaws it would attract.
He was not worried about the consequences of the success of the ritual. He had a preliminary sense of the existence behind the ritual. It was not a ritual directly connected to Nurgle. Lynch was confident that he could face everything under the Chaos Gods, not to mention that it only involved a demigod.
(End of this chapter)
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