As he spoke, he moved as fast as lightning.
He suddenly pulled out a dark red magic flare with his right hand and threw it towards the sky. A sharp scream cut through the long night, and a foul blood-red ball of light exploded in the wind and snow, like a festering wound.
His left hand simultaneously tore apart a pitch-black communication scroll inscribed with complex runes, and fragments of rapid, hoarse words were sent towards the high-altitude fortress by the magical fluctuations:
"The core is inside Torge! Prepare all your magic!"
Before he could finish his words, his left hand had already completed the action, and with a lightning-fast backhand, he pulled out a ceremonial dagger as black as ink and with flowing runes from his waist!
Determined!
Cruel!
There was only madness in the officer's eyes, without the slightest hesitation.
The dagger stabbed into his left chest with a sharp sound of breaking wind!
The tip easily pierced through the solid armor and penetrated deeply!
“Ugh—!”
The severe pain made him groan, but a fanatical look appeared on his face.
The runes flowing on the dagger were instantly stained brightly by the blood from his heart, and the sticky black and red blood flowed along the blade without dripping.
Instead, it was quickly absorbed, activating a channel deep within the dagger that connected to a certain dark will.
A terrifying aura far colder and fouler than the magic of the Dark Knights, with whispers and mutterings, began to spread from his self-inflicted wounds and enveloped his body.
He stared at the towering ice giant before him and roared with his last bit of strength:
"Now... let's see where you can escape to! Offer yourself to the 'Lord of Whispers'!"
The severe pain and the sudden increase in dark power caused his body to shake violently, but he was forced to stay in place.
The cursed dagger that was inserted into his heart and sucked his blood vibrated like a living thing, forcibly connecting his life with some kind of power from the abyss, temporarily giving him a terrifying pressure that far exceeded his limits.
The storm has come upon Torg's head!
…
Above the Frostwhisper chasm, inside the heavy command room of the Dark Church's ice fortress.
Envoy Saroo stood with his hands behind his back in front of a narrow window frame covered in ice crystals, frost condensing on its surface.
Outside the window, the thick fog swirling in the depths of the canyon obscured the view, and only the dull echo of energy collision could be faintly heard.
Sudden.
“Swoosh—bang!”
A piercing scream pierced the silence, and then a foul and sticky blood-red halo exploded above the canyon, like a festering wound branded on the pale background of ice fog.
Saroo's cold gray eyes suddenly contracted, staring at the dissipating dirty red signal.
Almost at the same time, the pitch-black holy emblem he wore on the inside of his black robe vibrated violently, emitting a circle of faint but clear magical fluctuations.
It was a fragment of crucial information transmitted by a frontline officer from a torn communication scroll, which was directly reflected in his perception through the directional link of the high-level holy emblem.
"The core is inside Torge! Prepare all your magic!"
Brief fragments of information exploded in Saru's mind.
The last trace of solemnity on his face instantly disappeared, replaced by an almost silent smile, with the corners of his mouth pulled into a tiny arc.
Done!
The plan finally reached this most critical step.
He slowly raised his skinny fingers and stroked the cold holy emblem on the lining, which was engraved with blasphemous runes belonging to the Lord of Whispers.
Feeling the transmission from it, the sacrificial dagger, after being completely activated by the officer's heart blood, was frantically absorbing the manic pulse of the passage constructed by the Lord of Dark Whispers who sat in the abyss.
Deep within the fortress, the roar of the massive array of magic furnaces had quietly risen by several orders of magnitude, like the breathing of a dormant giant beast.
The faint blue magical glow shines through the reinforced metal pipes, illuminating the strange patterns on the wall.
The Dark Angel is coming.
And this fortress will provide the angels with the most powerful magical support!
Saroo silently recited the ultimate secret of the Heart of the Star Relic conveyed by the mysterious "Oracle" of the church.
The breath of the mortal legend will corrode stability like strong acid, causing unpredictable catastrophes in the heart of the star corpse.
Only the pure dark divinity is condensed by the sacrifice of the servants of God and the call of the abyss.
Only then can we truly suppress the violent nature originating from the cold star remains.
That epic sacrificial dagger was the key bestowed by the Oracle to open the passage to the abyss at this moment, anchoring and weakening the power of the Heart of the Star.
There was no legendary fluctuation that could alarm the target, only the silently flowing dark divinity that quietly diffused from the magic power output from the fortress.
The smile on his face deepened, but quickly disappeared under his usual coldness.
Looking through the thick fog, he seemed to have seen Torge being entangled by the power of the abyss and his core light being completely suppressed.
As for those outsiders in Mark's team, Monica, Anna, Enzo...
A cold light flashed in Saru's gray eyes.
The human sacrifices designated in the oracle thought they had escaped, but in fact, as long as they were in the rift, they could not escape the surveillance of the Dark Church.
The final transformation and solidification of the Star Skeleton Heart requires the sacrifice of flesh and blood that carries the light of a special soul.
Once the core is obtained, it is time for those spare sacrifices to make use of their remaining energy.
He turned slightly and spoke to the black-robed wizard standing in the shadows behind him with his head bowed. His voice was like the friction of ice chips:
"Notify the other fortresses to maintain an attack and cover posture. We... will deliver with all our strength according to the planned plan. When the angels descend, the 'Heart of the Star Remains' will return to the control of darkness!"
He finally looked at the deep fog, and the corners of his mouth rose silently.
No matter how brutal the battle was in the Frost Valley below, or whether the sacrifice was successful, the power of the core was now like a moth caught in a spider web, and it was in the pocket of his Dark Church.
Legends dare not touch it, and the Deepforge Dwarves are unable to control it, but under the suppression of the dark divinity and the might of the angels under the Lord of Whispers, it is the cornerstone for the church to rise again.
The humming energy of the fortress's core sounded the prelude to victory in the cold wind.
…
When the blood, energy and magic power of the Dark Church Knights officer were extracted by the dagger.
A black magic circle suspended in the air was projected from behind the handle of the dagger.
After receiving the magic power projected from the fortress above the rift, the magic circle condensed into a black pole.
With the pole as the center, a dark vortex suddenly formed above the battlefield.
The thick and sticky dark divine magic poured down like a waterfall, slowly condensing into a tall and blurry humanoid outline.
It had broken black wings of light on its back, and emanated a suffocating pressure from its body, locking onto Torge, who was surrounded by blue light.
The moment the Dark Angel descended, it brought absolute suppression to the Heart of the Star Corpse.
As soon as the dark angel arrived, even before its body could stabilize completely, its giant claws made of pure darkness had already torn through the air.
The chill that froze the soul grabbed Torge's head, which was covered with thick dark blue ice crystals.
The other claw stretched out silently and went straight for the ice crystal knee joint where Torge was trying to stabilize his center of gravity.
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