Chapter 432 Seeking Death

"Let us go to the Kingdom of God together!"

A voice shouted, and almost everyone invariably sketched a smile that made Karis's heart tremble.

Continuously, several unconscious humans were carried to Karis's side. Karis recognized familiar faces. He saw Ms. Jessia who was supposed to escape to Lauren Loren Forest alone, and also found the woman who wanted to escape. Mr. Rune who wants to continue hiding in Nordland.

The cultists began to draw huge symbols on the ground. During this period, some acquaintances of Karis were brought into the magic circle, and each occupied a node.

After the huge circle was drawn and the Ouroboros-like pattern was completely outlined, Karis could not see all the familiar people, only their clothes and a few snake staffs that had lost their owners.

The bloody traces on the sweater already told Karis their ending.

The ethereal, almost non-existent cry for help appeared in Karis's ears. He was tired of hearing the same cry in his dreams, and now he only felt it was ironic.

The male and female cultists sang in unison in a language that Karis could not understand. The ambiguous songs made the cry for help in Karis' ears become clearer.

Karis could gradually hear the urgency in the voice, as well as the seeming confusion.

"Urik! Please let me forget that knowledge! Please!"

The doctor noticed something was wrong. This tone did not sound like that of a rational person.

It is certain that these villains who believe in evil gods are also irrational.

The rapid breathing was mixed with the frightened and frightened plea for help. The confusion suppressed in the voice and the emotions that fluctuated rapidly with the voice made the doctor's hair stand on end.

"Help me, don't look at me.. Please don't look at me. I can't save you! God, have mercy. Save them."

Intermittent sobs were mixed in with cries of regret and pain. The followers of Slaanesh were still dancing around the sacrifices in ignorance, but the sacrifices had already glimpsed the bleak doomsday.

What kind of power are they calling for? Are these cultists sure they can tame the unknown?

"Don't blame me. I tried my best. It's not my fault. It's not me."

The tone that was originally full of fear suddenly turned to anger.

"..Why are you staring at me? Nurgle, why do you want to fight against me? I am just a doctor."

When he heard the title of the God of Plague, Karis felt like there were crawling insects in his veins.

With a greater fear than death, he desperately tried to break free, but the cultists tied him too tightly.

"Don't hurt them! Please, you win. Please, let them go."

In the desperate cry, Karis rolled wildly, trying to escape from the wooden stakes that fixed his body.

The ignorant cultists continued the ritual, and Karis was certain that they were completely unaware of the situation and that they were calling on forces beyond their control.

Karis understood the feeling of despair empathetically. He looked up slumpedly at the branches and the sunlight reflected on the leaves, and met a crow's eyes.

It has bloody eyes.

Soon, hundreds of black crows jumped out from the branches and leaves. When they squirmed and elongated, turning into warlocks covered by wizard robes, Karis felt unprecedented anticipation and joy for their arrival. .

It is better to die under the magic of a sorcerer than to be sacrificed to an evil god.

The shadows of the trees seemed to be crowded with uninvited visitors. On the highest branches around the clearing, behind a golden mask, there was no joy or anger, but one could feel the domineering and crooked figure looking down at the ground, with an incomprehensible voice speaking calmly. Appear in everyone's ears.

"You already know! I am the shepherd of Tzeentch, the Lord of Change, on earth!

I am the bloody handprint in the shadow, I am the emperor in the reflection of the empire, the shadow lord of Middenheim!

The end is still not near! We still need to lurk in the shadow of the world. You have gone too far. Stop now! Or meet death immediately! "

In Caris's case, he's more of a savior than a cult leader.

But warnings and threats could not stop the mentally ill. The cultists' chants continued, and the whispers in Karis's ears began to pierce.

By the time a musky smell filled the forest, and dozens of half-male, half-female demons and a group of bewitched, ragged thugs rushed toward the warlocks, the cultists' reply was self-evident.

Karis had never seen so many mages before. He thought that a group of mages of this size only existed in the Imperial Academy of Magic. Maybe graduates of Altdorf Academy of Magic were indeed there.

The resistance of the cultists on the magical level was undoubtedly in vain. Karis thought he would hear the sound of chanting a spell, but in fact, only the rising flames ignited the powerless resisters.

Human beings grew extra arms or a second head in the flames, like a bamboo shoot growing wildly. Human beings multiplied rapidly in the flames and soon reached a certain limit.

The evildoers who were unable to afford physical nourishment began to wither, and other less obvious mutations also climbed onto their bodies. What made Karis' scalp numb was that even if the person who presided over the ritual was about to die, or had already died, the ritual was still going on. continue.

Another fat, mysterious group covered by robes interrupted the warlocks' slaughter. They seemed to be here to stop the ceremony, and they might also want to take away the command of the ceremony.

The doctor failed to wait for death to fall from the sky. Whether it was fire, lightning, invisible blades, tentacles, poisonous gas, or disease, they all seemed to deliberately avoid the sacrifices at the nodes.

He looked up at the sky in agony, as rain of fire, screaming flaming skulls, and flashing ethereal blades passed by the doctor's field of vision one after another.

The cry for help in his ears was like thunder. Karis wished he could grow wings and escape, or die directly during the ceremony, but he could not do so.

Lynch originally wanted to deal with the group of Slaanesh followers directly, but after observation, he finally gave up this idea.

It's unusual that the devil's believers didn't make use of the sacrifice first.

Just as Lynch expected, another group of hostile demon believers jumped out. Lynch originally thought they were followers of Nurgle, but the most active ones were the followers of Tzeentch who did not like to appear in public.

Of course, Nurgle's followers were not late either, and they lived up to expectations and had a bloody head-to-head fight with their old rival.

Lynch secretly used his will to remove the magic around the sacrifice, but this seemed to be a unnecessary move. No one wanted to attack the sacrifice.

Just when the lizard man was about to close the net, an uninvited tribe of beastmen stopped him abruptly.

He was very curious about what was going on here and how many outlaws it could attract.

He was not worried about the consequences of the ritual's success. He had initially sensed the existence behind the ritual. It was not a ritual directly connected to Nurgle. Lynch was confident in facing everything under the Chaos Gods, not to mention that it only involved one person. Demi god.