Chapter 425 - 425 427 Sacrifice
Chapter 425 - 425 427 Sacrifice
?Chapter 425: Chapter 427 Sacrifice Chapter 425: Chapter 427 Sacrifice Hiss—
Vicious spikes pierced through flesh, leaving another meaningless, severe wound on a body already riddled with scars. The whispers and roars by her side suddenly became excited. Those sacrilegious creatures seemed proud of their successful strike, emitting a nauseating clamor.
Agatha raised her hand, using her staff to fend off a heretic covered in bone spurs, who had almost entirely lost its human form. By her ear, there was a crisp, grating sound of snapping.
She was taken aback by the sound for less than a second, then realized it was the sound of her combat staff breaking.
The weapon she had carried for many years had broken, in the face of endless enemies, it had held up until the last step.
“You’ve done well, Gatekeeper Miss,” that annoying, pretentious voice spoke up again, “As a sacrifice, proper preparation helps the ritual’s effect, but too much exertion is not good.”
Holding the already broken staff, Agatha slowly lifted her head, dry blood allowing her to open only one eye, through which she could finally see the scene in this hall.
The eerie shadowy atmosphere had faded, revealing the center of the sewer, thoroughly transformed into a place of worship. The walls and the corridors in all directions were covered with filthy, desecrated symbols and marks of corrosion, resembling some sort of stalactites or dried branches, covering the ceiling above. In the front hall’s ground, there was a huge “pool”—
What was once the ground was now a vast corroded pit, overflowing with pitch-black mud-like viscous substance, slowly churning, sending out wave after wave of nauseating squirming sounds.
Numerous Frost City-State heretics surrounded this hall, along with the Profound Demons associated with them. They hovered like a swarm of insects around a foul-smelling pot, murmuring prayers and mad roars toward the pool of pitch-black mud in the center of the hall, which, amidst the noisy prayers, became increasingly full and active.
This was a sacrificial scene, they were waiting for the final offering, and the “offering” in the minds of these fanatics was the Gatekeeper of the Frost City-State.
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