Mystery: Beginning with the Pope of Night

Backlund East District is an area where poor people gather.

This is a fact that no one in the world can escape, and it is also the inevitable result of the industrial revolution triggered by Russell. The exploitation of capital will always exist.

These poor people are the bottom of Backlund's prosperity, they are the bones that pave the road, they are the flesh and blood that build the bridges, they are as humble as dust.

The only good thing is that the Dream Sect's headquarters in Backlund is also here.

With the support of the Dream Sect, at least no one will starve or freeze to death, and they can enjoy relatively good medical services at a relatively low price.

There are just some things that remain constant.

After the sacrifice of the evil god began, some deeply hidden Blood Worshipers in the East District received instructions and began to perform rituals according to the long-standing arrangement.

This is a sacrifice that has been planned for at least a hundred years. The Blood Worship Cult has spent almost all of its family resources on coming here. This is reflected in the ceremony. Gradually, in imperceptible gaps, some kind of red light is mixed in. into the mist of Backlund.

Many poor people in Backlund's East District looked up at the sky and suddenly realized that the fog today was much thicker than the previous few days.

"Our god is coming!" Many demons hidden in the slums of the East District emerged from various hidden corners at this moment and began to perform rituals.

The Sequence Seven "Serial Killer" of the "Abyss" path has already mastered many rituals and knowledge of worshiping demons, and with enough time to prepare, he can summon the projection of demons.

And in these years of arrangements, almost all the Extraordinaries of the "Abyss" path have mastered this ability.

"The source of all evil, the Lord of the Abyss, the dark side of the universe...listen to my prayers, come to the world, and bring the ultimate filth and the deepest corruption..."

Under the auspices of many extraordinary people on the "abyss" path, the ritual of summoning the abyss has become more and more complete.

If you look down from high in the sky, you can probably find that the entire eastern district has been covered by a reddish mist, and there is an even more terrifying aura sprouting in the mist.

This is the breath of the abyss!

This aura echoed the ceremony on the outskirts of Backlund, beginning the second stage.

"Ah! I'll kill you!" Horrible screams came from countless corners in the East District. Many poor people's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and they frantically attacked the objects they hated!

The devil's breath infects these poor people, allowing them to release the most repressed and terrifying side of their hearts!

These people will be ritual sacrifices, and they will form the most perfect resentful souls in the process of killing each other, until they fall into the "abyss" and build the long path for the demon king to return to the real world.

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Within the royal manor, many of the nobles have been eroded by the living filth, showing the same symptoms as the poor people in the East District, and attacking those around them crazily.

In the face of death, they are no nobler than anyone else, and in front of the one who is about to come to the real world, the so-called nobles are also extremely humble.

"Purify!" Beckett held the cross high and cooperated with Mr. A to clean up all traces of filth. However, under this situation of heavy black clouds, even a demigod could not protect everyone.

"This is definitely the power of the abyss! The Blood Worship Cult may be performing sacrifices to the abyss!" Mr. A already understood what was happening.

"We can't fight at all, we can only pray for God's protection! The King of Sky, the Emperor of Sea, the Lord of Natural Disasters, the God of Storms..."

Many people are praying for God's blessing, but God doesn't seem to care much about them and has never responded.

"A bunch of idiots!" Beckett said mockingly, but in fact, his situation was also very bad. He was under great pressure from always activating the Darkness Realm, and he felt like he was about to become an idiot who could only sing praises to the sun!

However, Crested and Mr. A, who were further ahead and had blocked the most filthy erosion, were in even worse condition and could no longer hold on any longer.

Klein replicated the "purification" of the sun from the golden cross on Beckett's body, and even used paper figures with the characteristics of the "painted man".

But all this is a drop in the bucket compared to the surging filth and depravity.

"If this continues, none of us will be able to escape, and our fall is inevitable!"

Klein's spirituality was beating wildly, but he was unable to control his own destiny.

At a certain moment, Klein suddenly raised his head and looked at a corner of the banquet. His head buzzed as if a string had broken.

He saw Triss.

Triss stood in a corner of the banquet scene wearing gorgeous clothes, and there was no shadow of filth and aura of depravity rushing toward her.

Those smells of filth and depravity even actively avoided her.

How could it be possible, I actually forgot that Triss was there... It shouldn't have happened, even if there was a sacrifice from the evil god!

A huge warning sign arose in Klein's heart, but at this time, no one had the mood or energy to pay more attention.

He looked at Triss and once again felt Triss' desire for dreams. It was really terrifying and cramping.

It was also at this time that Klein saw Hvin Rambis standing behind Triss.

This is the unknown demigod! Klein had observed them on the gray fog and recognized him at a glance.

His spirituality made a judgment, and no one had ever noticed that Triss must have the ability of this demigod before.

Then...why can I see it now? Klein is preparing to remind the "Goddess Sword".

"Psychic Storm"!

Just when Klein had a thought, he saw the old gentleman's eyes turning into golden vertical pupils.

He saw the storm beginning to roll around the old gentleman. The storm seemed to come from reality, but also seemed to originate from illusion, rushing to all sides with powerful power.

boom!

It seems that a big bomb has been dropped in everyone's mind. The sea of ​​collective subconscious is manifesting. Endless wind and waves are hitting everyone's island of consciousness again and again, and their spirituality has been strongly disturbed.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, including Klein, who had already discovered something before.

The blow from a demigod that had been waiting for a long time was something that no one expected and no one could stop.

Probably no one would have thought that when everyone worked together to resist the evil god's filth, there would be someone stabbing him in the back? Aren't you afraid of death? !

"Take him away!" Hvin Rambis's cold voice sounded beside Klein.

The next moment, the old gentleman directly used the dream to jump and leave, without caring about anything else.

Staying to help Triss one last time is his limit, and he will not take risks by staying here.

And Klein soon felt himself falling into a hug, which was not big but very firm.