Chapter 689 - Black Clouds and Red Light, The Demonic Ritual in the Middle of the Witching Hour (2/2)

Was it the military? At that time, Harries felt that it was bad if the military ambushed them. Many people among them were just forced to obey the rebels, after all.

But when Harris saw what they were going against, he could not help but wish that it was the military instead.

It was because instead of humans, it was monsters that stood within their way.

The battle did not even last long. It was a one-sided fight with the rebels on the losing side.

It was a nightmare.

”My Lord. It appears that one of them managed to resist the hypnosis.”

Suddenly, voices registered in the ears of Harris. He could not help but try to stand up and face the source of the voice.

That was when Harris realized. He could not move anything aside from his head. He could not feel anything binding him one the ground. Yet, he could not move even a muscle of his finger. It was like sleep paralysis, but several times much worse.

In a panic, Harris turned his head around. He then saw his friends and the rebels lying around him. All of them seemed to be asleep. They were all n.a.k.e.d to their u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r. That was when he noticed that he was the same. No wonder it felt too cold.

Harris tried calling out, opening his mouth, shouting as loud as he could.

But no voice came out.

That was when another voice entered his ears. It was deep and for some reason, made his heart tremble.

”It does not matter. We will continue with the ritual.”

'Ritual? What ritual? Is this some kind of f*cking joke?!'

Harris cried out in his mind.

”Though I'm looking forward to what that man will turn out.”

The deep voice was heard once more.

And then, the deep voice started speaking.

Harris could not understand what the man was saying. It felt as if it was a language not of this world.

Suddenly, Harris' eyes were filled with a surge of red light. He turned his head around in panic. He realized that the light was coming from the ground.

And that was where the horror started.

Harris' eyes turned wide as he saw his friend beside him convulsing. It was like those horror movies where the actress was being possessed. He noticed that it was not only his friend but everyone lying around him. The intensity was varied, but all of them were definitely undergoing some crazy event.

'Urk!'

Suddenly, Harris' body was filled with pain. It was as if his body was being torn from inside. Soon, even though he could not move his body voluntarily, he was already convulsing violently like the others.

Harris bit his lip. Tears on his eyes, he tried to bear with the pain. However, his perseverance did not take long after the pain intensified to the point that he wished to die.

With his mouth wide open and his saliva pouring out, the mind of Harris gave way because of the pain.

His body continued to convulse, his head fell to the side. His pupils dilated.

The body of his friend beside Harris started to tear open. His skin was cracking, showing muscles being torn apart. His body already had a distorted shape, as if he was an inflated balloon.

BURST!

Suddenly the body of his friend burst open. Blood splattered on his face, but he could not care at all. With wide eyes, he looked at the monster in front of his eyes.

'Will I also end up like him?'

That was the last thought Harris had. His mind suddenly went blank in a literal sense.

His body started to heat up, dispersing all the coldness he felt before. The convulsing of his body stopped. Instead, it started pulsing.

Harris could hear the sounds of amazement around. Unfortunately, all his consciousness and memories were already gone.

The temperature of his body continued to rise. Soon, the mysterious force binding Harris was gone, and he stood up.

Well, Harris was already gone. Instead, what stood there was a new being...

”This is unexpected. We managed to get a Flame Demon.”

The man with a deep voice was heard once more. It was clear in his tone that he was in glee.

”Unfortunately, only fifty became Demons, my Lord.” A calm voice was heard. ”The rest only became Ferals.”

”It doesn't matter.” The Lord replied. ”Throw away the Ferals outside like the others.”

The Lord then faced the audience, and the new Demons staring blankly at him.

”Our sacred ritual tonight ended with an unexpected addition to our ranks. Today, we will prepare. We already gained enough power to conquer. Tomorrow, we will move north. We will slaughter those Spirits and take revenge for our brethren they killed in the past! This is my command!”

”Yes, my Lord.”

All the Demons kneeled towards their Lord.