Dark Soul Moon

With a twinkle in her eyes, she put away the sword grass.

It is still important to attack Lance now, and we will talk about other things later.

It seems that the other party has no malicious intentions, and if there is no accident, the whereabouts of the army will not be leaked.

After all, the other party's attitude is very sincere, and they should not do unnecessary things.

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"OHHHHHH!!!!"

A group of heretics in black robes are dancing frantically with an unknown dance, their eyes are very hot.

Strange limbs waved around, and occasionally some unknown organs were carried into the air, and then "slapped" on the head of some strange-shaped creature.

The cultists let out excited roars, like orangutans in heat.

Although the action is very eye-catching, but with the scene behind the upper body, it looks very scary.

Blood was spattered everywhere in the village, and dead bodies were everywhere.

Men and women, young and old, all turned into lifeless corpses.

There was still a look of fear and despair on his face.

Some corpses were broken, with large and small wounds left on their bodies, and some corpses were intact, but only the whites of their eyes were left exposed, from which we can get a glimpse of what happened to these unfortunate people.

The cultists dragged the corpses to an open field, then painted a circle with the blood of the victims.

While chanting in an incomprehensible language, they danced a mess of strange dances, and then the magic circle lit up with black light under the chanting of an unknown language.

The black mist that appeared from nowhere escaped from the magic circle.

The ground was gradually covered by a viscous, pitch-black liquid.

Soon, there was the sound of insects flapping their wings.

Slight light spots emerged from the corpse, and before the light spots dissipated, they seemed to be sucked away by something and disappeared into the black mist.

From the black mist, a large mouth like a worm's mouthparts can be faintly seen.

All these light spots poured into the big mouth and disappeared.

Smacking his mouth in dissatisfaction, the white-faced worm was more and more eager to come in person.

The number of souls offered by these incompetent cultists is small, and the quality is extremely low, far less delicious than the souls it has tasted in the past.

Tasting such a little soul is like not tasting it.

After giving the group of cultists an order to go to a certain place, the white-faced insects disconnected.

Just squeeze these incompetent cultists out of their last remaining value.

Sacrifice the blood of chess pieces unintentionally cultivated, and use their souls to open the entrance to the outside world.

It can not only satisfy your desire to be full, but also let the abyss spread wantonly.

The white-faced worm couldn't help admiring his genius idea, although it was a joint idea of ​​other white-faced worms, but it didn't prevent it from admiring its own smartness.

Turning around, flapping the wings on its back, the white-faced worm disappeared into the darkness.

According to the follow-up plan discussed with other white-faced worms, it has already sent the group of cultists to the blood sacrifice site.

Next, just wait and enjoy the results.

Once the passage from the abyss to the outside world is opened, it can devour the souls of the outside world to its heart's content.

Tempting humans to fall into darkness is just a process to satisfy their own appetite.

In the darkness, the sound of insects flapping wings can be heard from time to time, and a huge abdomen can be vaguely seen, or a pale human face can be seen in a flash.

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Chapter 62 Joan of Arc's Wonderful Thoughts

"..."

In Camelot City on the British Isle, in the camp belonging to the Abyss Watchers, the leader who commanded the entire Abyss Watchers picked up the envelope in his hand.

That was intelligence from France.

Intelligence agents serving the Watchers of the Abyss have discovered that the cultists in France are heading in a certain direction.

After calculations, they deduced possible destinations.

The purpose of the cultists is unclear, but it doesn't take a second thought to know that there must be no good things.

After pondering for a while, he decided to send some of the ghost soldiers left behind on British Island.

The leader was a little worried that these cultists would do something irreversible.

There must be a certain number of soldiers staying in Camelot City, otherwise the King of England may have some unreasonable thoughts.

"...Forget it, I'll go to France myself."

Standing up, the leader muttered to himself.