In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 130 Descension, dig out the soul from the flesh and blood of the god!
"very good!"

"That's it!
Wilder laughed ferociously, his vicious eyes resting on the mentally broken Freya, who was examining the sacrifice that was about to be offered to the "God"!

"This time, I won't mess up again."

Wilder hung his head.

The terrifying book on the music stand exudes a sense of existence that is hard to ignore in the darkness, with countless grooves, like a wrinkled cover, and on the dark red background, a pool of black "liquid" unexpectedly emerges !
The liquid gradually gathered on the human skin, and finally formed a huge skull. The skull was struggling in pain, and black, flexible strips emerged from the skull's eye sockets, like tentacles.

On the cover of the book, it seems that a demon has been parasitized.

Now, I am trying to break out.

"It's about time."

"You also feel the sweetness of the sacrifice, right?"

Wilder laughed ferociously.

Afterwards, he looked at the terrifying incantations on the pages of the book. Amidst the weird noises around him, he used a slightly nervous voice to quietly recite the evil, venomous, and grotesque crazy ravings above.

"sieve--"

A passive wind hangs in the confined space, as if the sound of the wind containing screams and roars is a sincere answer squeezed out of the deep and deformed throat of some kind of creature!

Candlelight is suppressed to the limit!

The wind has not stopped!Wilder's reading didn't stop, his scarlet eyes widened, his face was full of ecstasy, he grinned his mouth behind his ears, his voice gradually became heavier, and finally became a maniacal roar.

The god's response drove him into madness!
"!"

Freya suddenly opened her mouth.

"vomit!"

She vomited a pool of fluid, viscous and black.

"vomit--"

"Clap! Clap!"

Her indifferent eyes do not embody any consciousness or mood, like the premise of this ritual.

She needs a "nervous breakdown".

In other words, a soul that has given up hope, given up on life, and sunk in pain is the prerequisite for this ritual to be carried out.

Freya gave up everything, including reason.

She learns that she is responsible for everything and that she is responsible for killing innocent people.

She occupied her younger sister's body, and relatives whom she had never met died because of her.

She personally identified her [mother], and witnessed her mutate, become a monster, and end her life with dirty infamy and ugly beast corpses.

"A person with a heinous crime should accept his own torture."

Before giving up sanity.

The words echoed in her mind.

"vomit!"

The pitch black liquid on the ground is disgusting.

"Ha ha!"

Wilder felt ecstasy in his heart.

Freya accepted it all without incident.

almost!

The god has already responded to the request, as long as the last summoning spell is finished—this ceremony is over!

"Wait!"

Suddenly, Wilder's ecstatic expression froze.

His widened blood-red eyes were attracted by the words on the book, even if he pushed his head to the limit, his eyes seemed to be attracted by magnets, and they were firmly nailed to the front.

"No! No!"

Wilder wailed in his heart, no!

"He's here, the person in the way is here!"

If it wasn't for his eyes being firmly attracted, his gaze would definitely penetrate the outer wall of the building and lock on to the figure that was rushing towards him.

"Quickly! Quickly!"

"How long will it take him to—"

Wilder involuntarily sped up his speech.

"Roar!"

The sound of the wind was already terrifying to an unimaginable level, and the gods felt something strange.

But obviously, the source of their uneasiness came too quickly.

Far beyond their imagination.

"Thorn!!!"

"Boom boom boom-"

The earth trembled wildly, and huge stones peeled off from the outer surface of the building.

A pair of palms slammed into the surface of the building. The muscles in his arms swelled wildly, and the blood vessels jumped out of the skin following the pumping blood. He used brute force to tear the wall apart.

"boom!"

"Kakkaka!"

The roar was incessant.

The next moment!

"laugh!"

The cold light broke into the darkness, and even though the fog from the outside poured into it at the moment the building was torn apart, the butcher knife found Wilder's position in an instant.

Cold blood, poisonous blood filled with curses splashed instantly.

"call!"

The suppressed candle was rekindled.

Finally, the ignited flame dispelled the gray mist.

Everything inside the building is finally presented to everyone.

Bright red corpses piled on the ground.

The hunter had already lowered Freya from the sling, and the girl kept vomiting the pitch-black liquid. The filth stained her miserable face, even the dress on her body, and the ground under her feet.

A sticky, jet-black oily stream spread.

"Clap!"

Insell Square, right in the middle.

The gigantic eyeball sculpture was torn in half.

"Freya!"

"Freya!"

Ryan lowered his head and looked into Freya's lifeless eyes. The girl's powerless body made him frown.

Heck!

After he took care of the witch in the court, he went all the way down from the mountain to the city. It was not easy to find two people in a city.

He almost cleared away all the obstacles in front of him, until not long ago, he felt an ominous feeling in his heart.

At that time, he worked hard and listened with all his heart.

Finally, the strange sound of "God" with unknown meaning echoed in his ears like thunder.

Afterwards, he tore through the gray fog and came all the way to the huge [Eye of Insel], separating the sculpture.

Sure enough, Wilder's hiding place was found.

"Freya!"

Ryan frowned and called again.

"Gollum—"

Blood-colored foam floated from the stones, and the corpses split by Ryan at a high speed were completing the magical splicing.

"Operator Winston."

"Although it is not the right time, we have news for you."

The docking specialist speaks extremely fast.

"From the blood of the priestess you collected, and the hair of Freya and Justice Wilder for blood analysis."

"We found that Freya was in a parent-child relationship with the priestess and Wilder."

"That is to say. Freya is their daughter."

Ryan turned his head sharply.

He looked at Wilder whose body had been reconstructed.

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"Clap!"

Under the shocking rift, Justice Wilder clapped his hands, and he gracefully bent over Ryan.

"It is a pleasure to meet you on this occasion, Mr. Winster."

Wilder had a nasty grin on his face.

"puff!"

Freya kept vomiting filth.

At this time, the disadvantages of embryo killing appear.

As a demon hunter, Ryan's longboard is long enough, and his violence is beyond the reach of his peers. With the blood of the gods, he is even more rough-skinned and thick-skinned, which can be said to be a good demon hunter in the flesh.

Correspondingly, he knew nothing about anything other than killing.

In today's environment.

He couldn't help Freya.

"I advise you to accept what is about to happen."

Wilder said: "The miracle is about to come, she will cease to exist, and at that time, the one who came to this world instead of her—"

"It will be a real god!"

Wilder grinned abruptly.

"Pfft!"

Ryan thought he was noisy, so he smashed him again.

"God descending ceremony?"

"Sacrifice."

Ryan's mind was racing.

His gaze quickly locked on the metal frame lying on the ground, and the cult in the darkness.

Putting Freya down, he walked forward quickly and picked up the dark red book. The touch in his hands was extremely strange, and the coldness that tingled his fingertips emanated from the crevices like wrinkles.

"God seance!"

Averting his eyes from the obscure and difficult incantation, Ryan took a deep breath.

As we all know, this kind of cult only records how to summon the evil gods, but how to send them away is beyond the author's control.

There is absolutely no end to end.

In comparison, another crazy cult book in memory is much more perfect.

"How to do?"

Ryan asked himself over and over again.

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"Kakkaka!"

There was a harsh symphony from the metal fragments, and the cold butcher's knife protruded from Ryan's hand.

When he came to Freya, he was expressionless.

The girl's eyes remained blank.

At this moment, the hole in her eyes is no longer the "empty spirit" it used to be, but a lifeless black hole.

This is what it looks like after sanity is burned.

Generally speaking, this kind of look can only be seen in the eyes of patients who are completely paralyzed, bedridden all year round, and who would rather die than die.

Ryan remained silent, aiming the sharp knife at Freya's heart.

Then, the cold light fell!
"You will regret it, my friend."

Suddenly, a light voice sounded in Ryan's ear.

Tavern.

The bright yellow light exudes a refreshing warmth, and the messy and dilapidated lobby has returned to its cleanliness and tidiness a long time ago.

It's like the disaster never happened.

"One Night" of the Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts.

The area around the tavern is like a forbidden area for living beings, no living creature dares to step into it.

"Oh!"

There was a crackling sound outside.

It was the sound of the ice sculpture that the monster was frozen by magic breaking at this moment.

The fragrance of wine in the tavern.

A handsome man sat at the bar, resting his chin in one hand, with a Hexi smile on his face: "Aha, my friend."

"Not surprised, not surprised."

"Great Mage Merlin, I am here from your summoning, may I ask—do you need help?"

"Say something!"

There was a light curtain flashing in front of Merlin, he should have enjoyed the movie with peace of mind instead of participating in it——

But, who makes Ryan Winston a person who will have many stories in the future?
As Merlin himself said, he wanted to be friends with Ryan.

He wouldn't lie unless he had to.

Ryan stared at the air in front of him.

Although he couldn't see anything, he knew that Merlin must have observed everything that happened here through some means.

Merlin waved his hand confidently.

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"Mute?" Ryan frowned.

"... My friend, please let your guard down, I have something to show you."

Merlin wasn't ashamed to be deflated.

It is worth mentioning that since he is a nightmare, manipulating the brain, falling into dreams and other methods are his forte.

Therefore, stuffing fragments of memory into a person's head is a common trick he often uses to make people pay for Lay's potato chips in the supermarket for him.

Hearing this, Ryan relaxed.

Then, a hot current emerged from his mind.

"Gudu!"

While digesting the memory fragments, he shredded Wilder, who had reshaped his body.

Soon, he exhaled.

Then Ryan calmly cut Wilder into saozi that was neither fat nor greasy.

"finish watching?"

"How does it feel?"

Merlin laughed.

"You want to block me?"

"That's not how you look at fun."

Ryan's voice was calm, and he had already secretly decided in his heart - after sending Freya away, he went to find Merlin.

Let the bastard enjoy himself.

"Listen to my explanation."

Merlin's voice became unusually serious.

"In short, this kind father did all this for revenge and for the twisted belief in his heart."

"The one in front of you is no longer Saint Freya."

"She is the embryo of a god."

"Originally, her father"

"Another word."

"Oh, according to the speed at which Mr. Wilder is chanting the incantation, he will not be able to successfully summon the gods until you successfully save the scene."

"Tsk tsk, if that's the case, it's really a perfect story of a hero saving the beauty."

Merlin sighed.

"Speak the key."

Ryan frowned.

"Unfortunately, Mr. Wilder is treacherous, and he believes in his own beliefs to an insane degree."

Merlin poured himself a glass of wine, smacked his lips, and said, "He used some tricks. This part is boring."

"And you don't understand." Merlin skipped part of the content, and continued: "In short, the summoning ceremony was successful."

"However, the time until the gods will come down will be extended." Merlin said with a smile: "This is why you can still chat with me now instead of fighting with the gods."

In order to make the summoning successful, Wilder paid some price to change the form.

"what can I do?"

Ryan asked impatiently.

"Feel sorry."

"If you're talking about waiting for the gods to come—"

There was a smile on the corner of Merlin's mouth.

"You can't do anything!"

"Watching that God descend?" Ryan sneered.

"Yes." Merlin spread his hands and said with a smile, "I said before that the summoning ceremony has been successful. Even if you send this poor girl to hell, it won't change the ending."

"I should kill her." Ryan lowered his head and looked at the vomiting Freya.

"Hey, that's the problem."

Merlin narrowed his eyes.

"You still have a chance to dig Freya's consciousness out of the flesh and blood of God."

Merlin's words silenced Ryan.

"This is the price of incomplete summoning."

"Swallowing sacrifices, parasitic sacrifices, and finally descending."

"Among them, when he completes the step of devouring the sacrifice, the soul of the sacrifice should be swallowed up and fall to the edge of the universe forever."

"Unfortunately, Wilder made some changes so that the ceremony would not be interrupted by you."

"Freya's consciousness will be hidden deep in the soul by God, this is one of the prices for completing the ceremony ahead of time—"

"Go and find my friend!"

"Fight against the evil god who desecrates life and save the princess' soul!"

Merlin read aloud.

Ryan: "."

Merlin smiled wickedly and said, "Perhaps, he thought you were an idiot."

"He expected that you would be helpless, and after accepting the knowledge of the cult, you would only kill Freya."

"In the end, when you lose to the evil god and are swallowed by him, you will see the sleeping Freya in front of your eyes, and then you will be swallowed with powerlessness and regret."

"It's a pity." Merlin's eyes turned to the open window, where exquisite ice sculptures stood tall.

He said in a low voice:
"He must have never thought that Ryan Winster is a lunatic who has already killed God."

"And in this city."

"And a helpful magician."

(End of this chapter)