Who taught him to restore the country like this

Chapter 140 Sacrifice
Kocher raised the bone scepter in his hand, pointed it at the overwhelming black flames, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

hum-

The gem on the bone scepter suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and a circle of deep purple, sticky energy shield like real mud instantly expanded, covering the surrounding ten-meter area.

Boom——!
The deafening explosion tore through the wind and snow.

The black flames and deep purple energy collided violently, and the resulting shock wave swept in all directions like a wave. The snow instantly vaporized, and the houses were easily flattened and crushed.

Those cultists who were a little further away and not covered by the shield were like fallen leaves caught in the wind. They were blown away with screams and fell heavily in the distance, their life or death unknown.

The impact lasted for more than ten seconds, and eventually the black flames and the purple swamp completely offset each other. In the first wave of competition, both sides were evenly matched.

At this time, the entire street had been razed to the ground. After this wave of attacks, there were only less than ten evil god believers left, out of more than fifty people, staring at the front in horror.

I saw a graceful figure in the wind and snow ahead.

"Priest Kosher, that's him!"

West, who was hiding behind Kocher, shouted in panic, "He's the madman who woke up from the beginning of the end. He's chasing us and he wants to steal the secret code!"

Kocher ignored West's accusation. He believed what he saw more than what he heard.

His gaze penetrated the gradually dissipating flames and smoke, and was fixed on the figure slowly approaching in the wind and snow.

A man wearing an ill-fitting priest's robe, which was obviously plucked from someone else's body, walked over the ruins flattened by the shock wave.

He has a feminine appearance and cold, sharp eyes, like a poisonous snake staring at its prey, which is chilling.

In his hand, he held a short staff of strange shape, the top of which was inlaid with a black crystal that constantly emitted black mist.

Kocher's eyes narrowed.

He knew the owner of this scepter, and its owner was definitely not the person in front of him.

Right.

This person was wearing a stolen black priest robe and holding a stolen scepter... From what he saw at the moment, it basically matched the information provided by West.

The remnant souls of the past era, reborn from another body...

Feeling the strong aura of the end from him, Kocher restrained some of his hostility.

He didn't want to provoke such an existence, and there was no need to provoke it.

After all, we are all members of the Order of the End. We can be colleagues, not enemies.

As for the believers who were sacrificed by him, it was just a sacrifice, and it was regarded as a gift of meeting.

Many of the current technologies of the cult are far inferior to those of the past. This person comes from the beginning of the end, and his value is self-evident.

Perhaps the Order of the End can regain its former glory!
"I am the black-robed priest of the Order of the End, Cochel Sanchez. May I ask your name?" Cochel suppressed the purple light on the scepter, and his tone was tentatively polite.

He tried to defuse the conflict caused by a "misunderstanding".

However, the only response he got was the howling of wind and snow.

The uninvited guest seemed not to hear his words at all, and his eyes did not even stay on him for a moment.

He looked like he was searching for something, his eyes scanning around and finally staying behind him.

Kocher tilted his head slightly and looked behind him.

Behind him were only the terrified West and the unconscious Zed.

Before he could confirm who the other party was looking at, a dark beam of light with extremely fast speed, like a poisonous sting from the abyss, shot directly into West's eyebrows.

The other party had no intention of communicating at all, and did not even make a threat.

West seemed to be frightened and stood there blankly.

Just as the dark beam was about to hit him, a ball of purple energy like mist wrapped around the dark beam and swallowed it up in an instant.

"You want to stop me?"

At this moment, the feminine man's gaze truly fell on Kocher for the first time.

But there was no respect or fear in those eyes, only a kind of indifference that was deep in the bone marrow, like looking down on an ant.

"Humph!"

Being so blatantly looked down upon, the suppressed anger in Kocher's heart was instantly ignited, and any thought of winning over the other person disappeared completely.

"You killed those people before, so you killed them. But now you kill someone in front of me. Isn't that a bit too much of a disrespect for me?"

"Just a black priest."

The other person's mouth curled up in an extremely sarcastic arc, and the sneer seemed particularly harsh in the wind and snow.

The attitude was arrogant and the meaning in the eyes was clear: Who do you think you are?
"court death!"

The other party's arrogance and humiliation completely ignited Kocher's anger.

As a black-robed priest of the Cult of the End, commanding so many believers, how could he have ever been looked down upon like this?
Kocher pointed his scepter forward suddenly, and countless twisted, wailing soul phantoms, wrapped in dark purple sticky energy, rushed towards Kalim like the bursting of the Styx, carrying the chill and filth that corroded the soul.

Wherever it passed, the snow falling from the sky instantly froze into strange purple-black ice crystals, and the air made a corrosive sizzling sound.

"A mere rootless remnant of a soul, yet you dare to speak so arrogantly here? Since you are determined to seek death, this priest will grant your wish today and use your remnant soul to refine my sorrow."

Kocher no longer held back and was determined to kill this ignorant creature!

Faced with this heart-pounding torrent of evil energy, the feminine man's cold eyes did not fluctuate at all, nor did he show any intention of retreating.

"It's just right. I can use you ants to water this thirsty body."

He pointed the short staff in his hand toward the space in front of him, and instantly a deep black ripple, which seemed to be able to swallow all light, spread out silently.

The massive torrent of evil energy from Kocher, the moment it came into contact with the black waves, seemed to have hit a wall and stopped.

But soon, the black ripples collapsed like a dam on the verge of bearing capacity, and the torrent of evil energy swallowed up the opponent in an instant.

Is this the extent of arrogance?
Seeing that the opponent was so vulnerable, Kocher sneered in his heart.

"Priest Kocher, be careful, his attack is aimed at the soul!"

Just when Kocher thought the outcome was decided, a more serious reminder suddenly came from behind him.

An attack on the soul?
Before Kocher could react, he felt the air around him suddenly compress and his body felt like it was stuck in a quagmire, unable to move.

The next second, he felt the strength in his body rapidly draining away.

Kocher did not panic. Based on the reminder, he quickly understood his situation.

That guy can use strange means to transfer the damage he suffers to the caster.

Kocher's mind moved, and he immediately dispersed the torrent of evil energy that was engulfing the guy.

Soon, as his attack dissipated, the restraints on his body also dissipated.

"Priest Kocher, if he uses that method again, you will split your soul. The damage will be shared. His soul has just been revived and is not stable yet. It cannot withstand being split."

The reminder sounded again.

Kocher looked back.

It was a reminder from West.

At this time, West had already run back more than 20 meters, and his reminder could be heard from afar.

Kocher narrowed his eyes slightly.

This kid... is not right!

However, he had no time to delve into it now.

His gaze returned to the relic of the old times opposite him, and he unleashed a torrent of evil energy once again.

It seemed that West had hit the guy's weakness. This time, the guy did not use the black wave attack again, but chose to dodge.

A sinister glint flashed in Koshcher's eyes; he was no longer wary. Boom—

bang——

……

Looking at the fierce battle between the two sides in the battlefield ahead, Ron, who had transformed into David, breathed a sigh of relief in the back of the battlefield.

Just fight.

"Fortunately, he's a ruthless person who doesn't talk much."

Ron looked back from a distance at the man fighting with Kocher.

From the first moment the other party appeared, he recognized the identity of the player who was chasing him.

It was none other than Karim, the evil god priest with the strongest individual combat power among the three remaining soul brothers of the Diam Kingdom.

"You're revived as soon as you came in. Are you not planning on leaving?"

Ron thought this was a bit stupid.

The Kingdom of God is open once a year, for only three months each time.

After three months, everyone will be teleported out.

Given the heretical aura this guy carries and his interference in the war for the Kingdom of God, he will definitely be hunted down by the three major churches if he goes out.

He only cares about momentary pleasure, without considering the consequences... This is consistent with the character of the evil god priest Kalim.

Retracting his gaze, Ron continued to walk backwards. While the two evil priests were fighting, he had to make some preparations to save himself.

Running away is definitely not an option.

If he dared to run away, the two men would definitely stop and chase him.

If he stayed in the town and waited for the two men to finish fighting, no matter which side won, he would be in trouble.

He knew too well the nature of people like Kocher. His apparent magnanimity was just a hypocritical mask. Once the value of the so-called secret code in his mouth was exhausted, he would be silenced without hesitation.

Therefore, he must be prepared to deal with the winner.

Coming to the crowd of evil cultists who were watching the battlefield from afar, Ron dropped the unconscious Zed in his hands and said:
"Quick! Brothers, prepare the materials for the sacrificial ceremony. I will use the improved technology from the secret realm of the beginning of the end to build an altar for Priest Kocher to replenish his strength."

Improved technology at the beginning of the end?
Those cultists who were about to say "Who are you sending it to?" immediately swallowed their words after hearing this.

They looked at the evil cultists who had escaped from the battlefield with Ron. After getting confirmation, everyone began to prepare actively.

Nominally, it was for Priest Kocher, but in fact, he wanted to observe the improved technology of the Beginning of the End.

They had a clear division of labor: some people prepared materials, while others drew runes for the sacrificial ceremony.

Ron personally took a few people to select the sacrifice.

Since the evil cult relies on sacrifice to gain power, it is not like a "hero" who can continuously draw power from faith.

The power gained through sacrifice is consumable. It becomes less as you use it, and it cannot be automatically restored.

Therefore, they would carry with them those who they captured who possessed the power of faith as if they were supplies.

The place where the "supplies" are detained in Hongyun Town is in the church.

Pushing open the half-collapsed church door, a foul smell mixed with blood, excrement and despair hit me in the face.

In the dim light, the scene was breathtaking.

Most of the supplies were stuffed into iron cages as small as dog cages, with the bodies curled up and eyes empty and numb.

A few, tied up like animals waiting to be slaughtered, were neatly arranged on the cold ground, their pupils dilated and their mouths gagged with cloth to prevent them from biting their tongues to commit suicide.

Ron walked around expressionlessly and finally selected twenty sacrifices. These were people whose eyes still showed a glimmer of resistance to fate.

However, when they were taken outside and saw the sacrificial runes drawn on the ground with mercury and blood, the only light quickly dimmed.

Ron walked to the altar that had been preliminarily completed. Looking very professional, he modified several runes and moved several materials to activate the sacrificial ceremony.

After completing these changes, he stood up, selected three offerings, and placed them in different positions on the altar.

He then walked to the rune node at the edge of the altar, looked around at the evil god cultists who were looking expectant, and said, "Everyone, follow me and test this improved sacrificial ritual."

Normally, the energy in the second stage cannot be used to sacrifice multiple sacrifices alone.

Everyone has no doubt about him.

More than twenty cultists walked into the altar and stood at the edge to activate the sacrificial ceremony.

"Do you want to change the speech?" They looked at Ron.

"You guys continue with the usual blessings, and I'll try some different ones." Ron gave them a heads-up in advance.

His eyes swept over these evil believers.

These people's eyes sparkled with curiosity and desire for the improved technology of the Beginning of the End, and they had already lost their vigilance against the unknown.

"let's start."

The crowd, unaware of anything unusual, began chanting prayers calling upon the God of the End.

"The master of death and destruction, the great god of the end..."

The sacrificial ceremony is like a daily routine for them, and they can cooperate tacitly without too much instruction.

As their loud chanting rang out, the entire altar seemed to come alive, and the rune lines drawn with mercury and blood began to emit an ominous glow.

hum-

Soon, a great force descended.

The expressions of all the believers inside and outside the altar became solemn and dignified.

The Lord of the End is about to start eating.

They stopped chanting and stared quietly at the offerings on the altar, just as they were expecting how this sacrifice would be different from the previous ones.

"Uh-"

Suddenly a terrified voice rang out.

The sound came from the altar, but not from the sacrifice near the center of the altar, but from... the believers standing around the altar maintaining the sacrificial ceremony.

"No...what's going on?!"

"My power... is being drained away?"

"West, why is this happening?"

"What on earth did you do?"

"West, make Him stop..."

More and more cries of fear were heard from the altar.

They discovered to their horror that the power in their bodies, including their vitality, was being rapidly devoured by the God of the End whom they revered.

They looked at Ron, who was calm and composed, and finally realized that they had been deceived.

But it was too late to realize it now.

They wanted to leave the altar, but it was as if their feet had taken root, and a powerful force nailed them to the spot.

Their skin shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye, their eye sockets became sunken, their hair turned gray and withered, and their screams quickly became weak and hoarse, eventually turning into desperate whimpers.

After more than ten seconds, the runes around the altar quickly dimmed and dissipated, leaving only Ron, three sacrifices, and more than twenty piles of ashes on the field.

(End of this chapter)