The instant the chanting ended, the distorted, dim background caused the once vast and boundless magic circle to suddenly tremble.
The chaotic, pitch-black fog resembled boiling, surging waves, shifting and turning.
Countless exquisite runes sank into the darkness, emitting a faint glow.
A powerful magical force surged through the heart of the black mist, while distorted wails crashed down from the distant sky.
Immediately afterwards, the cloud-like mass of flesh that blotted out the sky began to tremble violently, and every inch of darkness seemed to writhe in terror.
Chaotic murmurs and mysterious, viscous words intertwined, rising and falling from the sky, echoing throughout the entire space.
Then, the massive, dark array shattered under the impetus of endless magic.
The goat's head, with its ferocious face and seemingly terrified expression, stared intently at the sky.
At this moment, it could only watch helplessly as its body rose uncontrollably into the air.
As it drew ever closer to that being in the darkness above, the terror and madness within it seeped deeper into its very bones.
The sheer terror had rendered the black goat's head powerless to resist.
Under the shroud of confusion, countless people could only watch as its body sank into the foul-smelling chaos.
The mysterious entity in the sky slightly opened its mouth and slowly swallowed the hideous and terrifying offering.
Immediately afterwards,
Crunch, crunch—
A sound of flesh being squeezed and bones breaking echoed from the darkness, followed by a series of low chewing sounds and the clattering of gravel from sharp teeth grinding together.
Foul-smelling, sticky saliva dripped from between the dense gaps in the teeth, while above that high-hanging head.
The heavy pressure, like black mountains, made the surrounding darkness stagnate, and even the air above this land seemed to freeze.
Amidst the shifting and shifting of countless teeth, fragments of the black head and flesh detached from the gaps and fell to the earth.
In an instant, a foul, damp stench filled the darkness, took over the land of Shulburn, and spread to more distant places.
The faces of countless mages stationed on the outskirts of Shulburn turned ashen upon seeing the scene before them.
They all bent over and knelt down, vomiting uncontrollably.
After a violent vomiting fit, the monks quickly expelled everything from their stomachs, their nasal cavities and throats filled with a strong, sour stench.
Despite this, they still couldn't stop vomiting.
The gagging and churning in their stomachs constantly stimulated their brains, and the oppressive feeling made their eyes widen and their tongues stick out weakly.
Despite their suffering, many monks couldn't help but gaze up at the sky.
Every time they looked up, they were greeted by the same terrifying scene.
By this point, countless spectators in Shulburne were already looking distressed, their faces turning purple.
That mysterious entity in the sky exuded an unimaginable stench and distortion.
This insane darkness is completely different from the previous image of a ram's head.
It seems that every inch of its flesh and blood exudes contempt and disgust for this world.
Each sharp tooth seemed to be murmuring maddening murmurs.
This eerie and profound sense of mystery permeated the boundless expanse, filled with ominous nothingness and chaos.
A single glance is enough to make the observer feel unprecedented pressure.
In the minds of all the mages, it was as if a wall was covered with two words—
"Repression"
As time went on, the grotesque chewing sounds coming from the sky became unbearable.
The initial sounds of bones cracking and flesh bursting gradually became blurred and blasphemous.
The air was filled with a mixture of piercing wails and the whispers of hundreds of ghosts.
It is constantly challenging their sanity, pushing them to the brink of madness.
As a member of parliament, Haim Horn also felt his brain was heavy and his mind was confused.
A strong urge to vomit seemed to collide within his internal organs.
His head was pressing heavily against his shoulder, but he wished he could just rip that cumbersome head off and dump everything inside him.
Driven by a last shred of unwavering rationality, Heim Horn clung to a sliver of hope.
Fortunately, they had already safely evacuated all of Shulburn's countless residents in advance.
Even these mages with incredibly strong mental fortitude felt extremely uncomfortable at the sight; those with weaker willpower even vomited so badly they nearly threw up their internal organs.
If an ordinary person witnessed this scene, they would either lose their reason or suffer a mental breakdown.
It's likely that after this incident, Shulburn will become a giant asylum.
At this moment, Heim Horn looked troubled and was filled with confusion.
He was becoming increasingly curious about the very nature of the raven that had been accompanying Viktor.
What kind of power could create such a thing?
However, at this moment, all of their attention was focused on the filthy presence in the sky.
Unbeknownst to anyone, the god that Heim Horn was talking about was lying peacefully in Victor's arms.
Her petite figure makes her look light and cute, and her stunningly beautiful face is enough to make anyone's heart flutter at first glance.
Unfortunately, she only has a mouth.
"Holy shit, Victor."
"You even know about black goats!?"
Clearly, Vega did it on purpose.
She feigned surprise as she spoke, while secretly raising her head to observe Viktor's reaction.
But Viktor remained expressionless and ignored her words.
The Black Goat of the Forest, also known as the Mother Goddess of Dark Abundance.
Strictly speaking, this goes beyond the scope of traditional mythology.
In this mythological system, there are mostly 'evil gods' like Vega.
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