Ashes Of Deep Sea

Chapter 610 - 610 609 Ritual

?Chapter 610: Chapter 609 “Ritual Chapter 610: Chapter 609 “Ritual Today’s blood feast was brought into the hall.

Beneath the high platform, Richard stood next to the “Skull of Dreams,” watching the gray-robed faithful push two Elves forward. Like everyone else, his expression was calm with an underlying hint of anticipation.

The two Elves, a man and a woman, were dressed in tattered clothes, revealing scars from repeated torture beneath the torn fabric—not only from the “sacrifice” wounds but also the scars left from “research” and “tests” on the Skull of Dreams.

When they were first brought into the hall, their expressions were numb, but upon seeing “The Saint” and the “Skull of Dreams” below the platform, a look of terror spread from their eyes. They struggled faintly, but The Saint on the platform merely shifted his eyestalks slightly and the Elves became paralyzed under his gaze, losing their will to resist—then a gray-robed Heretic wielding a sharp dagger stepped forward.

The ceremonial dagger, wiped to a shiny gleam, was watched with implicit expectation by the faithful as its blade sliced into the Elf flesh—arms, thighs, backs, all non-fatal areas, as if deliberately to inflict the maximum torture and pain while preserving life. The “Bloodletter” silently and adeptly cut into the sacrifices.

The “sacrifices,” under The Saint’s gaze, could not even cry out or struggle. The couple stiffly stood by the heavy cart, their faces suddenly contorting in grotesque expressions of the immense pain they were enduring—while fresh blood flowed from their new wounds, seeming to be drawn by an invisible force, floating in defiance of gravity and then gathering in a series of “blood reservoirs” atop the heavy cart.

Blood flowed through the troughs, moving towards the pitch-black goat’s head that appeared to be carved from wood.

At the moment the blood touched the “Skull of Dreams,” an aura of terror and an astonishing force violently burst forth from the goat’s head!

The Heretics closest to the event immediately felt the surge of power. Richard felt as if a multitude of overlapping screams and roars drilled straight into his brain, careening wildly through his mind as if to tear his soul apart. He saw the pitch-black goat’s head, as if coming to life, shaking violently, swaying back and forth. A powerful, malevolent, chaotic will seemed to awaken, and Richard could feel it scanning over the hall.

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