Deep Sea Embers - Chapter 432

[Chapter 430 The Ritual in the Melee]

The ceremony in the melee The ceremony was destroyed.

When the Queen’s Guard who had been in the cycle of reincarnation for half a century suddenly broke the cycle for some reason, when the “Gate of Ascension” in the ceremony hall was blown up by the invaders, when a group of people who appeared out of nowhere When the guy ran into the hall-when the intended sacrifice sacrificed himself to the green flame in front of the pool of elements, this noble and ultimate ceremony had reached the point of no return.

Now, the heretics have rushed in, and the saboteurs are madly slaughtering the followers of the Holy Lord, destroying the hard work of these decades.

“What have you done?!”

In the center of the deep pool, the religious leader who looked like a blond young man roared in fury. His body suddenly rose up, and under the support of the black mud, he turned into a swollen and terrifying body. He swung his arm towards Agatha, and countless thorns and bone spurs grew rapidly from the pool, overwhelming the gatekeeper who was still standing in the flames.

However, before all the attacks could touch Agatha’s body, they were instantly turned into ashes under the burning of the ghostly green flame. Instead, the strange flame would spread backward along the trajectory of the ashes, gradually burning the mud. Sacrifice symbols around the pool, profane items, and burn into the pool.

Agatha was still wrapped in flames, and the blazing fire of the spirit body had begun to spurt out from her body. Every wound on her body even became a channel for flames to emerge. It looked like a flame It turned into a liquid and flowed in her veins—the pain of burning her body had faded at some point, she laughed in the fire, raised her head and stared at the furious but powerless heretic unscrupulously, as if She murmured softly as if talking to herself: “Ah… I understand…”

In the next second, her eyeballs were instantly burnt out by the spiritual fire, and the fire gushed out from the empty eye sockets, and she used this to burn them all. His “eyes” looked around, looking at the cultists around the deep pool who were falling into great chaos.

When her eyes swept over, all the believers started to burn, and the demons that lived with them also started to burn, and all the blasphemy in the hall became fuel for the fire, and even the hall itself began to slowly soak Flame texture.

The fire usurper gave her authority, and she ended the blasphemy here with the authority of fire—this is the truth she saw in the fire when her eyeballs were burned.

The cultist in the middle of the mud was nothing to worry about. He was just a freak who had completed his self-sacrifice transformation. What really kept the place running were those ugly and deformed heretics who screamed wildly around the mud pool.

“Stop! Stop! You don’t even know what you’re doing! It’s no good for anyone if the ceremony goes out of control! It’s already gone…” The cult

leader who had turned into a swollen giant yelled in vain, and continued to create The barrier, trying to resist the flames that were spreading in the hall, but at this moment, a gunshot suddenly came from the side, interrupting his shouting.

“Bang!”

A young soldier wearing a soldier’s uniform from half a century ago rushed in with an old-fashioned rifle in his hand, raised his rifle and fired at the deformed and swollen giant in the middle of the deep pool.

The brave warrior was swallowed by the raging black mud in the next moment, but behind him, more soldiers were rushing into the hall.

In terms of time, the cycle node of the Queen’s Guard’s “Battle of Counterattack” has passed at this moment, and all the soldiers in these phantoms should have dissipated, but it is obvious that this cycle has been changed due to the destruction of the thorn gate—this time The Queen’s Guard, which was supposed to disappear the next hour, returned from the loop at this moment, and began to attack the final hall.

The marine squad led by Lawrence has also fought with the nearby cultists and deep demons—they have run out of bullets, but they still have sharp scimitars and long swords, as well as a pair of weapons that are not afraid of death for the time being. Therefore, even in the face of dark priests and demonic creatures who possess various dangerous powers, they are as strong as powerful extraordinary beings.

With a sound of “clang”, the dagger in Lawrence’s hand cut off a bone spur flying towards him, and then he dodged to avoid a fireball that almost exploded on him. Cutting off the chains, watching the dark priest’s body quickly turn into fly ash, then raised his head and looked at the long-haired woman who was standing in front of the mud pool not far away, her whole body was burning like a torch.

“Girl! We’re here to help!” shouted the old captain. “They all work for the ‘Captain,’ don’t they—which ship are you on?” He saw clearly that

the one who was standing in the flames The young girl was burning with the same ghostly green flame as her own, so she was obviously one of her own. On the other hand, the flame on that girl was darker and stronger than her own, so it must not be ordinary. “Own people”.

Big and green–the big man under Captain Duncan.

Captain Lawrence made a simple judgment based on his rich experience as an adventurer and captain, and concluded that he should take the initiative to greet future high-level colleagues.

Agatha stared in astonishment at the sturdy old man who looked like a captain and was yelling at her.

“What did you say?!” After two or three seconds, she couldn’t help shouting, “It’s too noisy here and I can’t hear you clearly!”

Lawrence was stunned for a while, then turned to confirm with the subordinates beside him: “Did she respond? “

How would I know!” Anomaly 077 was the closest, but the mummy was yelling at the moment, panic mingled with fear in his voice, he jumped back and forth among the flames spreading in all directions, desperately dodging Bullets, fireballs, bone spurs, and even broken limbs and arms were blown away, and the two knives in their hands had already been cut. Your job!”

“You didn’t have this attitude when you went ashore,” Lawrence shouted, “You were excited like a pirate preparing to rob a city-state.” “

You said, we are not pirates!”

“Then I appointed You’re a marine.”

“You f*c*king—”

“Huh?”

“You f*c*king…”

Agatha listened blankly to the confusing shouts and exchanges between the rough and tough sailors and the captain, and looked at the chaos in front of her. The scene of –

who are these guys? Where did it come from? What are you doing?

She saw those strangers burning with the same green flame as herself, and the cultists in the hall fought with them, and saw a large group of soldiers who looked like ancient ghosts rushing in and shooting everywhere, and there were soldiers from time to time Shouting the name of the Frost Queen, everything here is beyond her comprehension, as if…

as if after she chose to sacrifice herself, the painting style of the whole world has changed.

However, soon, a whistling wind from her ear interrupted her wild thoughts.

The bloated, misshapen giant bent over her.

“Everything… can’t be stopped…”

it roared, with dirty and uncontrollable black mud gushing out from its body, the once handsome, blond young man has long since disappeared, and now it is replaced by a roughly humanoid silhouette Scary monster.

Its half body is covered with criss-crossing mouths, and chilling friction and whispers can be heard from the fangs. Its head is slowly cracking in front of Agatha, and there are malicious eyeballs in the cracks. Completely corroding and displacing the monster’s former human body, it has become part of that pool of mud, even… part of a larger, more deranged will.

The swollen giant stared at Agatha with its countless eyes. The mud spreading around it had already been ignited, and the flames even spread to its body in reverse. However, the monster didn’t seem to be in any pain, just repeating : “Can’t stop…can’t stop…error, error…”

“You have failed.” Agatha raised her head and looked at the monster, the flames flowing from her eye sockets distorted the surrounding air, “You should be able to feel that the so-called ‘channel’ has been cut off— —The phase reversal process between the mirror image and reality has stopped.”

“Stop?” The monster seemed to wake up for a moment because of Agatha’s last words, and in the countless mutated eyeballs, once again appeared the Human resentment, “Stupid…you think you sacrificed yourself…don’t we have other sacrifices?!”

Agatha was startled.

In the next second, she saw the giant suddenly raise its hands high—the arms suddenly changed, growing rapidly and splitting like dry and cracked branches, turning into large thorn-like structures, and piercing into the venue. On the roof and every nearby pipe, and among the thorns and thorns, there are faint flashes of light that move quickly, like fireflies.

From the depths of this “bush of thorns”, there was an ecstatic cry—

“I saw it! I understood it! I understood it!

” What a majestic creation! What a grand blueprint! O Great and Holy Lord… I have understood Your intention, I have understood… Reshape the world, yes, reshape… All of us, and everything in this world, will be born again from the flesh of God— —Believers, the time of sacrifice has come! “

“The time of sacrifice has come! “

Under the shocked gaze of the marine team led by Agatha and Lawrence, all the surviving Annihilation Cultists in the hall began to cheer ecstatically, as if they had really received some revelation from the truth, and burst out here Amid the cheers, one by one jumped into the pool of mud in the center of the hall!

(I have a bold idea!)

(End of this chapter)