This scene happened so unexpectedly.
As the high priest inserted the dagger into the heart, the altar of the entire temple seemed to come alive and suddenly burst into a crimson light.
The bodies of the blood demon cultists on the ground quickly aged and weathered, eventually turning into ashes, while the controlled blood servants screamed and exploded into balls of blood mist...
The ugly eyeball above the altar suddenly burst into deep darkness, and a trace of ancient and vicissitudes of life slowly rose from it.
Looking at the surprised girl, the high priest forced a smile with difficulty:
"Ahem... Your Majesty the Mysterious..."
"You want to stop our Lord from coming... Unfortunately, you will fail."
"From the moment you killed our people... the ritual has already begun."
"My Lord will remember you. No matter who you are, you will not be able to escape my Lord's gaze. Even if you ruin this ceremony, you will be branded by my Lord!"
The high priest looked fanatical.
Although his face became paler and his breath became weaker, his eyes became brighter.
He knew that the divine descent ceremony he had been planning for many years was likely to fail.
The interference of this strange god before him would certainly not allow him to complete the ritual.
But so what
The ceremony has begun, and the Blood Demon Grand Duke's gaze has been cast.
Even if the ritual fails, when the great gods sense the breath of a revived god, they will use their own power to force their believers to complete the remaining rituals and realize the descent of God!
The reason is simple. A resurrected god means too many things...
Perhaps for most mortals and extraordinary people, gods mean greatness, gods mean authority, gods mean the true ruler of the world...
But as a cultist, as a high-ranking priest of the Blood Demon Cult, and as a vampire with a long lifespan, he knows more about the mysteries of the gods.
When a god is revived, he is the weakest and his control over his own power is the weakest.
For crazy and ambitious people, this is the best opportunity to kill gods and seize their power.
And for those myths that look down on the human world, these resurrected fellows are also a great tonic!
No mythology would refuse to take action against a newly revived god...
Seize her divine power, absorb her authority, and gain her strength!
Especially for the Blood Demon Duke who wants to go one step further and achieve the status of true God!
It is obvious that the resurrected god in front of him has not yet fully mastered his own power and is probably still searching for his own memories.
If she knew what was important, she would know that as a resurrected god, the last place she should appear is in front of a mythical god's descent ceremony!
Death is not the end for believers...
The high priest knew that even if he had to perform the ritual at the cost of his own death, once he pleased the gods, he would surely be rewarded in the future and be awakened again!
A crimson light bloomed on the altar, and the aura gathered above the altar became more and more terrifying.
Feeling the heart-warming atmosphere, the high priest couldn't help but smile.
Now, even if this evil god destroyed the altar, it was too late.
However, when the high priest looked at the girl, he was suddenly stunned.
The evil girl in front of him did not stop his actions.
Not only that, this mysterious god took out a chair from somewhere and sat on it with his legs crossed.
The Fire Elf Sebastian stood respectfully behind her, holding a crystal milk jug in his hand, while the girl leaned against the backrest, elegantly holding a crystal goblet filled with milk, sipping it comfortably.
She sat there, not at all frightened by the increasingly terrifying aura on the altar. On the contrary, she watched the blood constantly flowing toward the altar with great interest, as if she was sitting in a theater watching a play.
"What are you looking at me for?"
"Go on, continue the ceremony. I have never seen the Blood Demon Cult's divine descent ceremony!"
Charlotte sipped the milk and smiled faintly at the high priest who was looking at her.
After hearing the girl's words, the high priest was completely stunned.
For a moment, he was actually somewhat bewildered, not knowing whether the revived god in front of him had a broken brain or whether he was just having an illusion...
Why
Why didn't this evil god stop him from performing the divine descent ritual
Didn't she know that once she summoned the incarnation of the Blood Demon Duke, only death would await her
Or is she so arrogant that she thinks she can fight against the great Blood Demon Duke with her newly revived power
The high priest was confused, and even suddenly felt a little uneasy and alert.
He felt like he was missing something...
However, he had no time to hesitate.
Once the ritual begins, it cannot be stopped.
In order to force the ritual to proceed, he sacrificed himself and all his followers.
Feeling his power weakening and his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred, he gritted his teeth, roared, and uttered his final prayer:
"The master who wanders between the abyss and the world,"
"The embodiment of depravity and decay,"
"The Savior of the Blood Seed..."
"The great Blood Demon Duke—Abaddon!"
"Your humble servant offers you the power of darkness and despair!"
"Darkness forges a holy body,"
"Despair condenses the Holy Soul!"
"May your will be done on earth... as it is in the Abyss!"
As the high priest roared, the altar shone brightly.
A brilliant beam of light shot up into the sky, and an ancient, vast and majestic aura slowly gathered in the temple, as if some terrifying and mysterious existence had cast its gaze.
coming!
The Lord's gaze is coming!
Feeling the terrifying power gathering in the temple, the high priest became excited, and his pale face became a little rosy.
A crimson mist erupted above the altar, engulfing everything in an instant.
The high priest raised his head with difficulty and looked towards the top of the altar through the layers of fog. He saw a majestic and solemn illusory throne slowly condensing in the blood-red fog.
Above the throne, a dazzling blood-red light gathered, and gradually, a tall and majestic figure slowly emerged.
However, when the figure gradually became clear, the high priest was stunned.
Gorgeous long silver hair.
Mysterious red-gold eyes.
The familiar black robes of the Blood Demon Cultists...
It was none other than Charlotte!
She was seen sitting on an imaginary chair, lazily crossing her legs, holding an imaginary goblet filled with milk in her hand. Her figure was exactly the same as when she was watching the show at the temple gate.
She took a sip of milk, looked down at the stunned high priest, raised her glass and smiled:
"Your Excellency the High Priest, we meet again..."
"Puff..."
Looking at the evil god who seemed to be smiling, the Blood Demon High Priest couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body slowly fell limp.