Chapter 1157 - Last Sacrifice (2/2)
“Sorry I’m late!” An aged Nietzsche looked at the sacrificial altar with pain and hatred on his face.
“You… Abyss? Or even beyond the Abyss realm?” Angelina covered her mouth with her hands. Even though anything could happen in the extraordinary world, it was still too shocking.
“I might have stared into the abyss, but my heart is still with the light!” Nietzsche walked into the blood-red flame fearlessly. “I… am the sun!!!”
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Whoosh!
An even more dazzling light radiated from him, continuously expanding outward with his body as the center.
As if… Nietzsche had really become a small sun!
The golden rays burnt everything, completely destroying the blood-red flames. Traces of black soot appeared on the ground, and thousands of faint screams transmitted from them.
Clayon fainted after hearing it, and Angelina barely managed to stay awake.
Obviously, she was unable to lend a hand in an extraordinary fight at this level.
“High priest of the Church of the Eye?”
Nietzsche walked steadily to the center of the sacrificial altar, keeping his eyes on that one-eyed old man.
“You’re too late!” The old man had already carved out a heart and two eyeballs from the sacrifice and arranged them into a triangle. “The Offering of Souls is complete. Based on the guidance of that great existence, the following dark sacrifices will automatically activate themselves. This is the perfect array orbit! I was so wrong before…”
“Automatically activate? Great existence? What are you talking about?”
Nietzsche was shocked. His powerful thoughts surged out and pressed the old man down onto the ground.
“Cough… It’s futile. My body might be rotting, but I obtained eternality for my soul!” The high priest spit out a large amount of blood that contained pieces of intestines. After chanting an incantation, he resolutely waved his knife and committed suicide on the sacrificial altar.
Rumble!
A terrifying aura spread from the sacrificial altar, and even the radiance of the sun could not stop it.
Nietzsche’s face turned very ugly.
…
A carriage team readied itself by a black river.
In the largest carriage, Gegehu gazed at the crystal ball on a goose down cushion and issued an urgent warning. “Quickly leave this place! Something very bad is about to happen…”
The next moment, he saw a blood-red eye in the center of the crystal ball staring back at him.
“Ahh!!”
The guards outside rushed in upon hearing the scream only to find the carriage empty. They looked at each other in dismay.
In the eastern district of Kimbert City, a well-dressed gentleman carrying a bloody ax appeared. He knocked down the door of a resident, and screams soon followed. He exited with fresh blood on his ax and went to the next one immediately.
In the southern district, many girls in white dress emerged. They walked through walls without any qualms, taking away one life after another.
…
The same situation was happening in the northern and western districts of the city.
A tide of undead even more terrifying than the one in Green Forest City broke out in Kimbert City.
If Director Barton had known things would evolve to this point, he would have definitely focused his efforts on preventing the cultists.
Unfortunately, there were no ‘ifs’ in this world. The incomparably terrifying Offering of Souls had broken out completely right in Kimbert City.
A horrifying number of more than a hundred thousand residents died in the blink of an eye!
After exceeding a certain amount, a beam of light rose in three directions of Kimbert City.
One of which was green, representing the energy of the flesh; one was red, representing the vitality of blood; the last one was white, absorbing the resentful souls of the entire city, the power of soul.
The three pillars of light formed a triangle, shooting up into the sky.
Right in the middle of the triangle, a vertical eye symbol appeared.
The tribute to the God of Darkness, the offerings for Omar, finally arrived!
Kaboom!
The earth cracked, and a sun floated out.
Nietzsche was in the center of the sun. He howled. “Nooo!!!”
“Haha….”
A translucent, expressionless figure with bloody-eyes appeared in front of him. It was the high priest’s spirit!
Nietzsche felt his heart turn cold, as he could no longer sense Angelina and Clayon.
Even Extraordinaries would have a lot of trouble dealing with the attacks of spirits, and they might even die in an instant. Clayon had no chance at all.
“Ahh!!”
The fierce remorse and unwillingness made Nietzsche growl and rush toward the high priest.