People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 127 The Night of Sacrifice

"They've gone mad! They've all been bewitched by that devil!"

The young prisoner angrily pounded the ground, tears streaming down his face.

"Explain the whole story clearly."

Suren cut the shackles off their hands and asked, "What exactly happened here?"

The bearded man and the young prisoner on the left knelt down after landing and bowed to Suren in gratitude.

The prisoner on the right, who had been keeping his head down, lay completely on the ground after being freed from his shackles; he had been dead for some time.

Upon witnessing this scene, the bearded prisoner's eyes flashed with sorrow, and he slowly began to recount the town's origins.

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After listening, Suren stroked his chin, deep in thought.

The bearded man was originally the mayor of this town, and they were indeed the pioneers of this continent.

But at some point, they lost contact with their country.

These hundreds of people were unable to sail independently and could only live on this continent, relying on the supplies they brought with them.

Until a few months ago, a terrible plague broke out in the town, and with the arrival of a harsh winter, the harvest failed.

The townspeople died one after another from starvation and disease.

Just then, a mysterious man in black robes arrived in the town.

The man in black robes performed so-called miracles on these people, not only healing those who were on the verge of death, but also promising the bearded mayor that if they followed his teachings, the entire town could be freed from hunger and disease.

Even immortality is not a problem.

The bearded mayor refused his request; he had seen many dark wizards and knew their true nature.

But his refusal caused resentment among the townspeople who had received his favors.

They say this is because the bearded creature wants to abandon them and enjoy immortality alone.

Public opinion intensified, and he was eventually stripped of his power.

Along with him, dozens of his close associates either died or were arrested.

Upon hearing the word "immortality," Suren's expression remained unchanged. Instead, she asked, "What is the price?"

"cost----"

Tears streamed down the bearded man's face.

"The man in black robes said that gods need pure souls as their guide."

"He demanded that the town select seven of the purest children, soak them in the blood of the other children, and perform a blood ritual on the night of the full moon."

"We cannot accept this evil act that goes against God's will, and we vow to resist it to the death!"

"But those townspeople, blinded by immortality, have already become believers in the devil."

The young prisoner angrily pounded the ground.

As Suren listened to these words, her eyes gradually turned cold.

Child sacrifice, eternal life —

If he hadn't encountered it, it would have been fine, but since he has, there's no reason to ignore it.

Moreover, based on the current situation, he had a guess in his mind about those monsters that surround the town at night with eerie smiles on their faces.

It is very likely that these are the townspeople who sacrificed children in their pursuit of immortality!

Looking back, the monsters' attire did indeed have a retro feel to it.

Most importantly, among the monsters that roam at night, there were men, women, and even elderly people with unsteady steps, but not a single child was seen.

It's worth noting that among the modern people who have stumbled into this small town, there are people of all ages, from the oldest to the youngest.

However, there is such a clear gap within the monster group.

Finally, this is combined with what the prisoner said.

The town's children were all killed as sacrifices, and that's how everything connected.

If we want to solve the problem of the real-world town, isn't the key to rescuing these children who have been sacrificed?

Suren frowned.

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered something and took out his communicator from his pocket.

On the screen, the dot representing Nicole's location was actually very close to where he was!

As for the black sheriff Boyd who entered the tree hole with him, he was randomly teleported to some corner of the world.

We can only hope he didn't get stuck inside some wall.

He planned to meet up with Nicole first, exchange information, and then make further plans.

The other party entered so much earlier than him, they must have made some new discoveries.

Suren put away the communicator and looked at the two prisoners.

"Don't worry, I will save those children."

After saying that, he ignored the prisoner's thanks and turned to walk up the spiral staircase behind him.

The dungeon was quiet, without a single patrolling guard.

Upon exiting the dungeon, Suren found himself inside a towering stone tower.

Judging from its appearance, it should be a watchtower used for surveillance.

He continued climbing the stone steps and arrived at the terrace at the top of the tower.

In the night sky, a full moon hangs high, its light carrying a hint of red.

Not far away, low wooden houses and thatched huts are scattered throughout the forest.

Now, in a village square, a large patch of firelight has gathered, illuminating half the night sky in a crimson glow, faintly connecting with the moonlight that falls upon it.

"Looks like I've arrived at just the right time."

Suren looked at the village. "Tonight is the day that blood sacrifice will be held."

He vaulted over the railing, unleashing a burst of magic, and kicked out.

【The Conman's Mid-Air Dash】

A streak of purple light flashed behind Suren as he headed towards the gathering firelight.

A moment later, he landed on a rooftop in the village.

Just as they jumped to the ground, two guards wearing rough leather armor and carrying pitchforks happened to be patrolling the area.

"Who goes there?!"

One of them heard the voice, turned around, saw Suren's unconventional attire, and immediately raised his pitchfork and shouted.

But before his voice could be heard, Suren's figure had already disappeared from the spot.

The next second, the two felt a warm liquid flow down their collars and into their clothes.

They instinctively looked down, but their legs gave way and they collapsed to the ground.

Suren looked at the square ahead.

Hundreds of townspeople dressed in linen clothes, holding burning torches, crowded together in the center of the square.

They chanted some kind of eulogy in unison, their faces beaming with the joy of soon-to-be immortality.

Suren glanced at the communicator in her hand; the location showed that Nicole was just ahead.

He looked up and saw a furtive figure peeking out from behind the half-collapsed earthen wall, observing the sacrificial ceremony.

Suren quietly walked up and patted her on the shoulder.

Nicole suddenly turned and fell to the side, pulling out a large-caliber hand cannon in the process.

The hand cannon was already glowing faintly.

Suren was startled. If he were hit by this thing, wouldn't he be covered in bruises?

He quickly restrained Nicole and identified himself: "It's me, Suren!"

"Sulen?! When did you get here?!"

After seeing who it was, Nicole breathed a sigh of relief and patted her chest, causing a sway.

"Thanks to the logs you left on the computer, they showed me the way."

Suren laughed.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Nicole's smile faded, and she pointed towards the square: "You've found out too, haven't you? These lunatics are sacrificing the town's children, trying to gain immortality from some demon."

Suren nodded: "I was just about to go and stop this ceremony."

"It's not that simple."

Nicole pushed up her glasses on the bridge of her nose.