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Chapter 617 Advent Ceremony
It was a man-made basement. A corner of the hole revealed a scene of human tragedy. Circles of corpses were placed according to the requirements of rituals, like a blooming flower. However, this flower was filled with blood and could suck people's blood and take their lives.

A number of sacrificial knives were inserted into the neck of the corpse, and the blood troughs specially used for bleeding guided the bright red liquid to slowly flow out. There were strange patterns carved on the ground below the corpse, and the blood gradually gathered in the center of the corpse through the grooves in the patterns.

In addition, there were many corpses in black robes lying on the ground. They were already dead, but they still had strange and fanatical smiles on their faces.

Looking around, there were more than 800 corpses on the ground alone. On the high platform next to the corpses, there was a figure in a black robe watching everything quietly. He was also the only living person.

The man turned around slowly, wrapped in yellowed bandages like a mummy. Looking at Song Ji who was late, he let out a sharp laugh like a night owl.

"I know you, the extraordinary person of the path of destiny, the guardian of Tyrande, sequence name: the messenger of disaster, Lord Song Ji."

He bowed slightly. "Extraordinary Path of Destruction, Demonic Priest, Mo Fan greets you. You are really a tough opponent. You control destiny and have almost omniscient power. We, the abandoned people, just lack a little bit of fate's favor."

Mo Fan continued, "The Desen City Festival seven years ago, the God-summoning Ceremony on the Glorious Central Avenue three years ago, and seven months ago, three months ago... Wherever we are, you are there. You are active in every corner of the world, just to destroy our plans."

"You just need to show up, and the power of fate will guide you. No matter how deep we hide or how careful our plans are, they will be exposed due to various emergencies and coincidences."

Mo Fan laughed and said, “I still remember a sacrifice I participated in when I was still a Low-Sequence Transcendent. The chief priest at that time was exposed because of a stomachache. A Transcendent, no matter how powerful his Transcendent body is, could actually have a stomachache.”

"You may not remember me, but I saw your back briefly when I was escaping. At that time, I knew that if I didn't take measures to counter my fate, failure would be inevitable."

He opened his hands and stood among the corpses. "Now, I finally found it. The Holy Shroud. A certain god lifted up his throne and entered the spirit world. His spirituality overflowed and an abnormal object was born. It has a trace of the breath of God. With the status of a god, it is enough to block your power from tracking, even if it can only block it for half an hour."

Mo Fan laughed loudly: "I hope you like this gift I brought. It is to repay your kindness in sparing me the life I lost, and also to thank you for killing me so cruelly, my teacher, Mourinho."

Song Ji's mind was not shaken by the enemy's words. Even though Mo Fan tried to attribute everything to Song Ji's negligence, Mourinho knew that he was indeed killed by Song Ji, but anyone who tried to pull the evil god into the material world should be killed. It is not a pity to die. He will bear this hatred!

Over the years, he has seen too many people and too many things. His hands have long been stained with blood and filth. He has seen people take risks to make deals with evil gods in order to revive their loved ones, and he has seen villains capturing living people in order to feed their mutated relatives and friends. He has also seen many people who have lost their way and have no idea how to turn back, but he did not let any of them go. Be it justice or cold-bloodedness, if these people were to live, countless other lives would have to be sacrificed. Song Ji's duty is to protect the peace of the majority of people and defend their right to live.

Without watching Mo Fan’s lame performance, after confirming that no one was alive at the scene, he contacted the priests of the Orthodox Church and invested the power of the great barrier that protects the material world here.

At the same time, countless priests and saints were chanting grand rituals to cut off and exile this land where the sacrificial rituals existed from the material world.

"Sometimes, I really don't know whether we are crazy or you, the extraordinary people of the Orthodox Church, are crazy. In order to protect the people, you can even sacrifice your lives, and in order to stop the evil god from coming, you can also prepare to exile most of the people in the city, including me, into the spirit world without blinking an eye." Mo Fan sighed softly: "In fact, we are all crazy. Every extraordinary person has gone crazy when he stepped into the extraordinary world. It's just that we advocate chaos and destruction, while you are pursuing false order and justice. No, you are crazier than me and any cultist, because what we pursue is something that really exists, while what you practice is an illusory fantasy. Do you really think that there will be such disgusting things as justice and order in the world?"

A huge tide of psychic energy seeps in from the spirit world, gradually enveloping half of Tyrender and shaking its material foundation. Once the ritual is completed, it will become an illusion and fall into the spirit world for a short period of exile. The people who are still asleep will be madly eroded by the pollution of the spirit world. Only when everything is over will someone perform a purification ceremony to remove the pollution. If nothing can be done, the short exile process will turn into a permanent one-way ticket. The only result is that the people here, including Song Ji, will become horrible spirit world creatures.

But this is the only approach Song Ji and the Orthodox Church can think of. The power of the evil god is far beyond the reach of the extraordinary people. Only the gods who carry out the descent of gods and the high-sequence extraordinary people who are about to become gods have the ability to resist. Now, everything is sliding into the abyss, and Song Ji does not have much time left.

He looked at Mo Fan. There was a circle of barrier around the ceremony, emitting an ominous red light. Due to the gaze of the spirit world, this barrier gradually solidified, and spiritual energy burst out, blocking, polluting, and weakening the power to destroy the barrier, ensuring the completion of the advent ceremony.

The power from fate is surging, Song Ji activated his own ability, the psychic tide became increasingly violent, and a terrifying psychic storm formed at the boundary between reality and illusion, blowing against everything. All extraordinary techniques will trigger various unexpected consequences because of the arrival of the psychic storm. This is an indiscriminate attack.

The psychic storm swept towards the ritual barrier, and the white light that was shaken off covered the entire barrier, creating holes of varying sizes in the barrier, but they were filled in the next second by the influx of power. The two sides were in a stalemate.

Mo Fan, who was presiding over the Advent Ceremony, just sighed: "Do you want to interrupt the ceremony with the psychic storm? If it was a quarter of an hour ago, there would still be a chance of a comeback, but the eyes of the Lord God are already on this place. Everything will eventually be turned into scorched earth in the Lord God's dream."

He suddenly smiled and said, "Now, it's time to complete the last piece of the puzzle."

Mo Fan stretched out his hand, and his hand bones became swollen and huge, hanging to the ground. His sharp fingertips drew deep grooves on the ground as his body moved. The evil demon priest had the ability to transform his own body, and Mo Fan received a demon hand from the spirit world. The next second, the demon hand pierced his heart.

"Hiss - it hurts. I'm most afraid of pain."

He exerted a little force, and the devil's hand opened. In the palm of his hand was a shriveled and charred heart that no longer beat.

"Great Lord of Fel Energy, Controller of Green Flame, King of the Endless Void, the Almighty and Eternal Being of the Beginning, pass through the Gate of the Spirit World, shuttle through the Gate of the Void, and listen to my call."

"Your loyal believer, follower of the path of destruction, executor of chaos, using the traces you left in the world, your own son, the heart of evil flames that burns all souls as a medium, your son is calling you, the great Pygsosius!"

Then, the green evil flame that swept across the heaven and earth and wandered in the void rolled in from the spiritual world.

(End of this chapter)