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The man's harsh voice echoed in everyone's hearts; no one expected this taciturn man to react so violently.

"It was...it was me who did it."

A woman who looked to be in her thirties or forties stepped forward and spoke in a trembling voice.

"I bought some red magic crystals and mixed them into the blood crystals, and that bag of gold coins was money I saved..."

The man was so angry that his teeth chattered, and he gripped the knife handle tightly as he walked toward the woman.

"This is a lot of money, enough for several of us to share! We'll split the money after we hand over the blood crystal! They won't find out!"

The woman spoke in a panic, trying to persuade the man with money, but the man showed no sign of stopping. He kicked the woman to the ground and held a knife to her neck.

"What is Lord Angre to you? Who saved you when the kingdom's men were pushing you to the stake? And you actually betrayed his plans for a few stinking bucks!"

Swah——

A horrific gash was slashed across the woman's neck. She clutched her neck, staring at the man in terror as if trying to say something, then the light in her eyes vanished, and she died.

The man wiped the blood from his face and stood up, when suddenly a scarlet knife tip emerged from his chest.

"Sorry, brother, this woman is right, we both need this money."

The man felt the knife wriggle inside his body for a moment before it was pulled out.

"Put all the gold coins back into the bag and carry them back to the truck." As soon as one person finished speaking, the others immediately gathered around the sack full of gold coins and busied themselves with the task.

After carelessly dumping the two bodies in the wheat field, they continued on their way as if nothing had happened.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

In the wine cellar of Angre Manor, several dark mages stood around the tumor, their brows furrowed.

The tumor had grown several times larger than before, and the humanoid shape inside had become much more distinct. However, most of the blood crystals inserted on it had been absorbed, and it was unknown when a new batch of blood crystals would arrive.

Perhaps for this reason, the throbbing of the sarcoma also slowed down considerably.

If this continues, the fetus will probably starve to death, and no one wants to see that happen.

Just then, a rhythmic tapping sound came from the entrance of the wine cellar.

Falae immediately perked up, "We're here! The Blood Crystal is here! You guys come with me!"

The group eagerly went outside and found three carriages parked in the hall, but they did not see the black magicians.

However, they didn't care about any of that anymore; if they didn't nurture the evil god soon, their plan would be ruined!

They searched back and forth in the carriage and finally found a wooden box full of blood crystals in a hidden compartment.

Without much inspection, the two men carried the wooden box into the wine cellar, while the others rushed forward to grab blood crystals and surround the tumor, removing the dried-out gray crystals and inserting blood crystals of various sizes like birthday candles.

The red light emitted by the blood crystal almost filled the wine cellar, and the nourished tumors resumed their pulsation.

However, this absorption efficiency is still too low.

Falai led several dark mages around the altar, placing their hands on the blood crystal and beginning to circulate their magic.

They wanted the fetus to grow faster, so they artificially accelerated the injection of magic.

The tumor swelled rapidly, and a dazzling red light illuminated the blurry human-shaped figure inside.

"It'll be quick. Once this batch finishes absorbing, they can hatch." Falai laughed as he looked at the figures moving inside the tumor, but then he realized something was wrong.

The fetus inside was moving so violently, it looked like it was struggling!

"Stop! Something's wrong!" Falae quickly called out to the others.

At this moment, a "blood crystal" inserted inside slowly moved outwards, and finally shot out like a bullet, piercing through the head of a dark sorcerer.

"Run! Run far away! Something's wrong with this blood crystal!"

Farai shouted and jumped away, at which point several more "blood crystals" were squeezed out by the tumor.

Seeing that the sarcoma had returned to normal, Falai carefully picked up the crystal from the ground, examined it closely, and then understood the reason.

This is a magic crystal.

Moreover, it is a high-quality magic crystal, which can indeed be easily confused with blood crystal at first glance.

Fala's face turned ashen in an instant.

He slammed the magic crystal to the ground, the sound of it shattering particularly jarring in the wine cellar.

"A bunch of traitors! They actually managed to sneak the magic crystals in!"

"What!?" Everyone turned around to look at the huge lump of flesh.

They knew very well what it meant to replace the blood crystal with the magic crystal.

The world is filled with the Holy Emperor's great magic, which humans can use by expending their own magic to cast spells.

Magic crystals can help mages draw upon the magic of these Holy Emperors, reducing their own magic consumption. In short, magic crystals are like a bridge that facilitates the use of the Holy Emperors' magic.

Therefore, what they just forcibly fed to the evil god's fetus was not only the evil god's magic power, but also the magic power that the Holy Emperor used to kill Him back then, which is no different from poison mixed into breast milk.

Thinking about it, the intense movements of the fetus inside the tumor were explained. It wasn't a joyful dance caused by being nourished, but a desperate struggle of being eroded by the Holy Emperor's magic!

The tumor continued to absorb the magic of the blood crystal, expanding rapidly. Countless cracks appeared on its surface, and dark red liquid gushed out from the cracks, flowing all over the ground.

"No way... this tumor isn't going to die like this, is it?" One person voiced the doubts in everyone's mind.

At this moment, the tumor continued to grow and had already reached the top.

Normally they would be happy about its growth, but now they think it's just expansion and it'll probably burst open any second.

"I'm going to find them! Those damn bastards! How dare they do something like this!"

An angry dark mage picked up the blood-stained magic crystal from the ground and was about to rush up to settle scores with the traitors.

Farai pulled him back. "Now is not the time for revenge. Let's think about how to solve the current problem."

Seeing that the growth of the tumor was restricted by the ceiling, several bolder individuals stepped forward and pushed the tumor off the altar.

After a while, the tumor, which had grown several times larger than before, stopped growing. The blood crystals inserted on it had been completely absorbed, a speed they had never dared to imagine before.

When Farley saw that the tumor had stopped moving, most of his fantasy about the fetus coming back to life vanished.

"I'll go inform Lord Angre that the plan... has failed."

Farai turned his head dejectedly, inwardly blaming himself for not checking before inserting it.

Suddenly, a gasp erupted from the crowd behind them.

A protrusion had just emerged on the tumor, imprinting the shape of a hand.

"The evil god isn't dead! The evil god is still alive! He's about to emerge!"

Although she didn't understand why the Holy Emperor's magic accelerated the fetus's growth, Falai no longer intended to think about it.

He's going to inform Lord Angell now!