The ground beneath him was uneven, as if it had been carved directly out of rough rock.
There seemed to be dark red, ancient, dried-up stains embedded in the cracks.
Dark magic so thick that it almost turned into substance filled the air, faintly oppressing the nerves.
In the far corner, several dark green magic lamps embedded in the stone wall were still lit, emitting an extremely uncomfortable cold light, casting a ghostly shadow on the entire space.
He struggled to move his still numb eyes.
At the end of the sight is a roughly piled black stone platform that looks like a combination of a furnace and an altar.
There was no statue on the stone platform, only blasphemous runes engraved on it that twisted and squirmed like living creatures.
At this moment, the rune was emitting a faint dark light, like the embers of exhausted energy.
Several figures in black robes were arguing fiercely in low voices around the stone platform, their voices echoing in the empty and cold stone chamber.
"...I can't guide it at all! That's no ordinary favor of darkness! That power... is too high! The Lord of Whispers cannot taint darkness itself! My power touching it is like a stream trying to shake the sea!"
This was the voice of the high priest, still filled with fear and shock.
"Enough! Failure is failure!" Another hoarse but more oppressive voice sounded, like that of someone of higher status, a tall and strong figure wearing a black robe with dark gold lines. "The plan cannot be terminated because of this! We have already locked down the general area of the 'Deep Furnace' branch of the Graybeard Clan!
"The dormant power of their 'Starfall Core' is at a critical stage of transformation, poised to explode! This is the best opportunity the Icefield Dark Church has had in a hundred years! We must strike before those mad dogs of Holy Light launch their next large-scale 'Purge'!"
Enzo's heart suddenly sank, and all the blood in his body seemed to rush to his head in an instant!
"Deep furnace"?
They locked down the "Deep Furnace" branch?
Still want to grab the "Meteorite Core"? !
The thing with the strongest divine power among the meteorites that created the Falling Star Lake is clearly in his hands.
Although he didn't know where the star core they were talking about came from, Enzo understood that his people were in danger.
"Then what should we do with these gods who bumped into us unexpectedly? Especially the man who is blessed by the holy light, he is simply a disaster! I feel sick just looking at him from afar, his whole body is full of the aura of holy light, not only holy light, but also the aura of at least two angels!" The high priest's voice was full of resentment.
"Yes, Special Envoy. If we weren't afraid of provoking those mad dogs by touching him, we would have gone up and eaten him up long ago!"
"A calamity star? Humph!" The black-robed leader sneered, "Just right! Our original strength isn't enough to trigger the deepest power in the core of the meteorite... but the power clearly comes from several of the Lord God's favored ones. Their souls and strength are enough to serve as top-notch 'firewood'!
"Especially that pretentious Holy Light kid! The annihilating power unleashed by pure light under the oppression of extreme darkness is enough to serve as the first crucial spark for the ignition ceremony!"
He grew increasingly ruthless as he spoke. "Notify the 'Shadow Moon' of the Star-Moon Church to join forces! Haven't they been coveting the so-called 'Daughter of Destiny' with a high affinity for shadows for a long time? Tell Eliza to agree to their terms!"
"Let's say their dwarven friend 'voluntarily' cooperated with the ritual, and we need them to help suppress the remaining resistance here! Once they're completely destroyed... that's when we'll harvest their souls and power!
"Joining forces to summon the power projection of the God-favored Angels is enough to crush the rats hiding underground in the Deep Furnace! Once we obtain the core, we will present it to our Lord..."
"Then... this dark-skinned dwarf..." The high priest was still a little hesitant.
"Him?" The black-robed leader's voice was filled with calculation. "First, calm him down. Say the ceremony just now was an accident. Tell him that we admire his power and are willing to help him find the legacy of the Soul Forger God, provided he does us a small favor..."
"You think it's dangerous to deal with them? Humph, don't forget where we are! This is the land forgotten by the gods, the North! The gods' faith cannot possibly support them in casting their power here!
"Once we can trick these guys into the core area of the ritual, no matter how bizarre their powers are, they won't be able to escape! Sacrificing their flesh and blood will surely sustain the projection of my Lord God's favored angel for a longer period of time!"
"...Yes!" The other figures responded in unison with cruel excitement.
Enzo closed his eyes tightly, trying his best to control his pounding heart and the raging anger that was about to erupt like molten lava.
The immense anger surged through his body like tangible magma, almost burning through his blood vessels.
But he can't move!
Absolutely not!
He held the last breath deep in his throat, disguising it as a long, dull snoring, as if he was still drunk.
“Hoo…Hoo…”
Pretend! Keep pretending!
Keep up that damn snoring until I wring your necks!
…
Mark's figure blended into the deepest shadows of the narrow alleyway of the Fortagan Settlement, and even his breathing almost merged with the howling cold wind.
The magic of the colorful black light is really darker than darkness after the light is converged.
Xiao Mu clung to his neck, with only a pair of alert round eyes showing.
The warmth I had felt in the upscale hotel had long since dissipated, leaving only a cold suspicion lingering in my heart.
In the yard of the "Rock Supply Station" filled with frost-marked potatoes and "belly-warming stones", the hoarse whispers of the two Black Anvil managers pierced into Mark's consciousness like poisoned ice cones.
In fact, it was beyond Mark's expectation that the dwarves could operate normally in the Fordragon settlement dominated by the Star-Moon Church and the Dark Church.
The mention of the term "star remains" made Mark even more alert.
Because when Mark thought of this word, he would inevitably think of the Star Rock Bone Leech King of the Falling Star Lake.
His association was not groundless.
He is already a professional who is about to reach a high level. He possesses soul-level skills and scriptures, so a random thought of his may be very close to the reality!
Only when he continued to inquire about the information from the two dwarves did Mark suddenly realize that these foods actually had little to do with the ceremony they mentioned.
They collected sweet potatoes and minerals that contained vitality and heat energy, not for the purpose of surviving the winter or completing the so-called ritual.
Instead, they are accumulating strength for a long-planned action, targeting the branch of the same clan that truly possesses the Heart of the Star Corpse!
"As expected... In this kind of place, even one's own people can easily betray!"
Mark’s soul perception was like the coldest ice water, flowing silently and freezing to the bone.
He did not disturb anyone and left the depressing supply station silently like a piece of snow blown by the wind.
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