Chapter 750 (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Screaming for God, begging for mercy, mourning…

The sounds gradually lowered until there was only a strange sound of breathing echoing in the air.

Several men thickly wrapped in black robes placed a corpse in the magic array as per the strange law. Blood flowed out and dyed the magic array scarlet. The trails of blood followed the previously dug tunnel, creating an array within the array.

As for the pitiful sounds, they had been emitted from the soul that was now leaking fresh blood in the array.

Someone dressed in a red robe stood outside the array and watched this scene coldly. When all the corpses were arranged and those in the black robes had left, he took out a thick book with a gold cover and read a few lengthy spells.

He read these spells at a low volume, but yet anyone who heard it would feel extremely uncomfortable. As he chanted, the strange breathing sounds got stronger and eventually got to the point where it sounded like howling wind.

Furthermore, the new array created by the fresh blood also started vibrating like it had a heart at its core. The louder the breathing, the more violent the vibrations as if there was a monster hidden underground who could emerge anytime. Just as the sounds and movement were reaching their peak, the man in the red robe stopped chanting.

“That’s enough.” He used a piercing, soft tone to speak.

As he said that, he vanished with the men in black without once looking back, leaving the array which was still emitting breathing sounds and vibrating uncontrollably.

After about half an hour, accompanying urgent sounds of horses’ footsteps, a group of Sacred Warriors whistled and arrived. As they looked at the several corpses and listened to the sounds and vibrations, they all tensed up.

“It really is a Blaspheme Array!” the leader, a middle-aged Sacred Warrior, exclaimed furiously.

“This is not the first time this has happened! Which dirty organization is organizing these rituals?”

The Sacred Warriors who had accompanied him busied themselves by using the high-level holy water they had brought to pour over the Blaspheme Array. The seemingly plain water created a ferocious sizzling sound when it landed on the array, and black flames arose. They then dissipated under the priest’s spells without leaving any traces. The breathing sounds quietened down, and the vibrations died down accordingly. Eventually, other than the scars of killings, the array vanished.

“What are those people thinking!? They definitely could have completed the ritual before we arrived, yet why did they choose to stop midway? This is the third time this has happened,” one of the younger warriors asked the resting priest. It was only after completing their task that the warriors had time to gossip.

“That’s probably because they are also afraid of the horrible monsters from down below. Those creatures are extremely unfriendly and know no rules or boundaries. To them, life is about constantly fighting and engulfing. Once they’ve been summoned to our world, whoever summoned them would be the first to go.”

“If that’s the case, why do people still try to summon them?”

The priest shook his head. “I’m not sure as well, I’m as dumbfounded as you. These few years, I’ve fought with countless heretics as well as careerists. These people do not consider danger or imbalances in power. You could say they’ve gone crazy and are willing to kill or sacrifice themselves to summon monsters. Yet, I’ve never heard of these heretics who we’ve met these three times who actually partially treasure life enough to stop midway.”