Hagen walked in front, the outline of the unnaturally sized head looming behind the black veil. Nemo was no longer a guest of the Church of the Abyss, and the anomalies under the solemnity of the church began to crawl out of every dark crevice. Not the horrific sight outside the church, but some kind of spiritual distortion. They seem to have entities, whispering ill will in the corners. They went underground, and the passage became darker and darker. Nemo didn't even dare to exert much force on his legs, for fear of accidentally tearing the **** composed of the erosion spell.

Hagen graciously turned his back to the "uninvited guest", believing that he could not escape.

But Nemo was pretty sure he could, even easily, get rid of them, like flicking the ends of twine stuck to clothes. This fact did not make him feel joyful and fulfilled, but gave him some kind of pain that resembled frostbite.

He's getting stronger, every second uncontrollably. It was as if the invisible **** had finally cracked, releasing the torrent of terror that followed. Nemo knew what it meant—even if he emotionally denied the fact that he was "the devil himself", his reason was slowly accepting this unnatural force. And as cognition became clearer, the power became more surging. A desperate cycle.

Hagen had no idea what was going on behind the scenes. She stretched out her hands and pushed open the heavy door in front of her. The pungent **** smell rushed out the door with the strong smell of spices.

A huge underground hall appeared in front of Nemo. It was about the same height as the nave on the ground, with familiar statues on one wall—except this Ulysses had no flesh, only bones. The huge skeleton is embedded in one side of the hall, with amazing force, as if the entire hall will be torn in half in the next instant.

Before the statue, in the center of the hall. A huge circular stone platform stands high, and several circles overlap each other and are deeply engraved on the stone platform. After approaching, the stench of flesh and blood became more and more suffocating - the entire stone platform was covered with a thick layer of brown-black dirt, reflecting an uncomfortable luster, as if slowly creeping in the firelight.

There are two demon warlocks in the room, the preacher who only had a mouth behind the preaching table, and the middle-aged man with a lot of tentacles protruding from his facial features. The tar-like alien demon warlock disappeared.

With Hagen Ingram and Nemo himself, there are only four people in the room, but they contain the three strongest forces of the Church of the Abyss.

"It's not like a prison," Nemo said, he knew he should act frightened, but at this moment he was really powerless. He glanced at the stone skeleton, and the indescribable sadness gripped him firmly.

"Yes." Hagen turned around, a slight smile in his voice.

Nimo knew where her confidence came from. The first moment he stepped into this place, he found the familiar atmosphere. He had touched it in the Church of the Penitents in Hiram—

Skull fragments of Ulysses are embedded in the skeleton statue.

It is in much better condition than the one in the Church of the Penitents, well preserved and enshrined. The residual power on the corpse has already lost its mental control, and the sense of oppression is like a huge wave about to be shot. If there is no corresponding preparation in advance, let alone a demon warlock, even a superior demon with insufficient strength will not be able to give birth to a half-pointed heart of resistance.

It should be.

The spiritual dam was completely collapsed, and the facts were brutally spread out. Nemo couldn't even sigh. Now he is not the naive fool who was vaguely aware, his strength was restrained, and he was not even sure whether he was a demon warlock.

The power of the Demon King cannot interfere with him. Nemo tentatively touched that power, and found that he could gain dominance as easily as picking up a copper coin that fell on the ground.

It was his thing, no doubt.

Hagen diverted his attention with confidence since he brought Nemo in the door. She traced complex trajectories with her fingers in the air in front of her. One after another light screens appeared one after another, and the battle images from all angles were unobstructed. "Chilik, our people are on par with Oro Rui. Oro Rui's state is not right, you go and see - only me and Zachary are needed here, and the command outside is handed over to you."

"Old rules. The church will be closed automatically after the sacrifice begins, pay attention to use the protective cover."

The man with all the tentacles on his five senses nodded, made a suffocating whimper, and the tentacles hanging on his chest swayed up and down. Nimomer stood there silently, minimizing his presence as much as possible.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. White." After watching his colleagues leave, Bishop Abyss finally turned his attention back to Nemo. "Our sacrifice just ran away at this juncture, I think you might know something."

Nemo kept his mouth shut and didn't mean to answer. Hearing that title, his eyes swept across the skull of the statue, revealing a hint of sadness.

"...that's a shame." Hagen sighed, "Then let's get started, Zachary."

The mouth-only Demon Warlock nodded, and the two extended their hands together. Chains made of flesh and blood protruded from the brown-black dirt, wrapped around Nemo's body and dragged him unceremoniously onto the stone platform. The standard black robe used for camouflage was torn open by two large mouths, and the mask only worn by demon believers was rubbed to the ground, and the black-haired youth looked completely embarrassed.

But he didn't resist in the slightest, as if he was completely stunned by the demon king's breath in the room, obedient like a sheep.

Hagen had a moment of doubt. It may be that the strength of this superior demon is really low, and it is not much different from the Nightmare Leopard. Although it was a bit strange that he didn't resist, it would be reasonable to say that he was stunned by the breath.

He can't escape. The demon sorcerer who was supposed to be used for sacrifice disappeared, and all the human sacrifices were rescued by an unknown power. But a bona fide superior demon should be enough to make up for these losses.

The magic circle under the dirt shone with blood red light, illuminating the entire hall, and the bone and stone carvings under the red light appeared even more hideous. The chains of flesh and blood became tighter and tighter, as if strangling the only sacrifice to death.

The ceremony officially begins.

The sacrifice will die slowly and painfully, and his flesh will be consumed by the Church of Silence, reduced to pure power. Hagen patiently drives the sacrificial circle, embroidered as carefully, always ready to guide the incoming power—

No power poured in, no screams sounded. The Church of Silence also did not automatically close.

The black-haired youth slowly climbed up from the stone platform, the chains of flesh and blood were silently broken, and the stench of blood spurted out from the cross section. "White", who was supposed to be a sacrifice, was expressionless, his hair was tossed in the rough dragging just now, and his torn robe was wet with black and red blood. It looked like a pale corpse crawling out of the mound.

Cross-shaped pupils swept across the scattered sacks on the ground, pea-sized black and red particles scattered among the filth piled with carrion. He struggled, as if he wanted to bend over to pick it up, but finally let out a small sigh.

He straightened up and grabbed a broken chain of flesh and blood. The pitch-black arc spread along the chain to all the circles. Heigen felt a sharp pain in his chest, and the sweet taste rushed to his throat. The control of the magic circle was taken away very strongly, and the overwhelming force made it too late for her to even resist.

"Thank you, now I know how to manipulate it." Their sacrificial voice finally spoke, soft and pleasant, but the tone sounded unpleasant. "I apologize for what I'm about to do - sorry, I have to tear this down."

As a bishop of the abyss, the most important thing Hagen lacks is combat experience. She has no intention of taking a few seconds to be in a daze, she must quickly suppress the other party. "Zachary, emergency plan!"

She simply ordered that all screens go out. She obviously concentrated all her strength on the attack - countless magic circles bombarded away, the offensive was fierce, with a sharp breath like a blade. The preacher who only had a mouth reacted equally quickly. A piece of snow-white skeleton floated out from the skull of the stone carving, and the majestic force rushed towards the back of the black-haired youth.

A perfect pinch. Even if Aurora himself came, it was impossible to escape unscathed.

Hagen didn't stop, just let the other party breathe. She didn't mind whether the sacrifice had broken limbs and was dying—as long as he lived until the ceremony was completed, it didn't matter what form he lived in.

To her surprise, the magic circles shone in the interlaced rays of light. The other party didn't even raise his hand to make any gesture of resistance, "Mr. White" just stretched out a hand - the bone fragment flew into his palm as if being summoned. And those sharp and powerful spells disintegrated in front of him, bursting lightly like soap bubbles.

"You don't ask Colestoro's will and force him to live." The black-haired youth said unhappily, standing firmly in front of the stone sculpture of the Demon King's skeleton, "Do you think he Too 'weak' so his opinion doesn't matter."

The sacrifice clenched her fingers, and Hagen heard a slight cracking sound that sent chills down her spine. Her heart was beating wildly—

The man crushed Ulysses' skull fragments.

"You said that there is only one you truly believe in, Ms. Ingram." The handsome and pale young man continued, "But you never confirmed his will, did you?"

"How dare you blaspheme—" With the white powder of bone floating in the air, the preacher roared with the only organ on his face. "Lord Bishop, we must immediately...Lord Bishop?!"

Hagen Ingram stopped attacking, and a transparent liquid dripped from under the black veil.

She definitely felt this hostility, many years ago, at the bottom of the abyss. She firmly believed that it was her revelation, the hostility that was so powerful that it was as if the blade had scraped through the bone and the needle had smashed the brain. And the miraculous power that crushed the soul.

Bishop of the Abyss picked up the hem of his skirt with extremely slow movements, and then knelt down without question.

Ignoring the hem of the skirt soaked in blood, she let out a hoarse sigh, took off the gauze cap, and threw it aside. "I'm waiting for the master." Her clear voice echoed in the hall, "I never thought that I could see you again in my lifetime."

A faint vibration came from the ground, and then became more and more obvious. The whole church began to shake and slowly sank downward. And Hagen Ingram seemed indifferent. She maintained a half-kneeling salute, raised her twisted head, and looked eagerly at her god.

Nimo was uncomfortable in every part of his body, mentally.

He snatched the circle that fed Colestoro from the hands of the abyss bishop, and used this most gentle method to break the cracks of the law. But the bag of Shajiao plum that Oliver gave him was completely spilled on the filth and could no longer be eaten. His enemy was half-kneeling in front of him, and he didn't feel anything resembling pleasure.

He did what he was supposed to do, without the slightest joy of victory.

"I tell you very clearly, I don't like that," Nemo said, and Hagen Ingram recognized him. At least it saved him the trouble of explaining. "I am not your god, I am to you..."

He clenched the small cloth bag that was empty in the palm of his hand.

“…without mercy.”

The preacher with only his mouth stayed where he was, and after a few seconds, he half-knelt down in a trance. Not a word.

"I only have one question to ask you, my master." The abyss bishop seemed to be completely immersed in her own world, her eyes were shining and filled with tears. "Why did you come?"

"What a coincidence, I don't know." Nemo pulled out a wry smile, "Can you stop calling me 'master'? I don't want to rule you at all."

"Yes, you don't need to bother, we will exercise your will. Our army is always ready to fight for you, dedicated to transforming the surface into the abyss suitable for you." Cary's preacher opened his mouth tremblingly, his voice eager, still in a trance. "Our knights are scattered all over the place, constantly summoning your kin to—"

Nemo's heart beat wildly for a few seconds. He flashed to the preacher and grabbed him by the collar.

"Your people..." He managed to squeeze a voice out of his throat. "Answer me, have any of your people been to Signpost in Alban recently?"

The mouth-only face revealed a hair-raising smile. "Of course, the master I'm waiting for. That's the closest place to the abyss..."

Nemo could feel his hands shaking. He struggled to take a few deep breaths before he suppressed his almost uncontrollable hostility. The church trembled more and more, and the cracked sound was mixed with countless anxious shouts. People in the church were evacuating, and he was completely disinterested in the situation.

"If you really want to think of me as **** that much." He smiled bitterly. "I suggest you disband on the spot. Did you hear, Ms. Ingram—"

But the demon warlock with the twisted head is gone, replaced by an extremely beautiful woman. She has beautiful long dark gray hair, a beautiful face, and lips that are rosy and full. But her expression ruined it all—she looked panicked, her brows full of fear. Seeing Nemo's eyes swept over, she almost cried.

"Our contract is done!" she screamed, slumped to the ground. "She got her wish, she's dead—"

"You are her demon." Nemo's throat tightened, and his emotions were a little more than he could bear. The voice couldn't help but feel a little numb, "What is her wish? It's not like 'see the devil again', you will never agree to that kind of condition."

"Of course!" the demon shouted, pulling on the black gauze skirt in embarrassment. "She just 'wanted to know the truth about the existence of the Demon King', who knows what she thought she had figured out! You... don't come here, this piece of flesh has little power, you can't look down on it—"

I may be the unlucky one in the entire abyss, and the superior demon who just descended on the ground even wants to go back immediately. No one had ever told her that after successfully descending to the surface, there would be a risk of directly facing the Demon King.

She began to seriously consider the possibility of escaping by self-destruction.

It's all the woman's fault, she thought angrily. At first, she thought that Hagen Ingram was just a mage who focused on spell research, and "the truth about the existence of the devil" was only a theoretical study. She just needs to provide each other with a long enough life. Considering Ingram's excellent strength, she readily accepted this wish.

And now, that crazy woman has completely disappeared. All that was left for her was ecstasy, lamentation, and relief from the bottom of her heart. and a sentence.

"The law has not been broken... That's it, the **** I'm waiting for." These were the last words the abyss bishop left to the world, and the voice was so low that only she could hear it. "It is an honor to be born in this world."

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