Alone and Infinite

The dark figure seemed to have sounded the horn of attack.

The squad leader forcefully crushed the cigarette butt at his feet, his eyes shooting out an extremely sharp gaze.

In an instant, the apostles went mad, as if the ceremonial table were a black hole.

Everything was drawn to it.

The first thing to arrive was a ranged attack powerful enough to kill Ascended Amodrich.

The combined power of hundreds of ascended apostles is terrifying, even compared to a second-tier monarch-level creature like Dragon Strike General.

Faced with such a concentrated barrage of fire, they could only suffer defeat and return home empty-handed.

In an instant, the place where the ceremonial table stood was a mixture of fire and ice, with water flowing and blinding lightning flashing, and massive amounts of mud and lava mingling together.

The malevolent curse emitted a faint black light, the poisonous swamp bubbled, and above, a magic circle slowly unfolded, with fireballs the size of human heads falling like raindrops.

The interplay of hundreds of attacks turned the area around the ritual table into a more bizarre and terrifying place than purgatory.

"Your Highness, shall we go up?"

Aowu turned around and saw that there were very few people watching from behind. Almost all the apostles could not contain their excitement and rushed forward.

Even if they weren't planning to immediately fall for being the "first to stick their neck out," they would stay out of the way, at least not too far away.

However, His Highness was more than 500 meters away from the plaza. Even with the rapid burst of the Flying Technique, it would take at least ten seconds to cover more than 500 meters.

Ten seconds is a lot for an apostle.

It was enough for Li Xia to kill a top-tier second-tier apostle with his bare hands.

Am I right?

Former 'Arena Supreme' Baal?

Li Xia stared intently at the plaza. He had seen the light orange equipment before. Although he didn't have any light orange equipment, he already had quite a few purple-grade ultimate equipment.

He didn't have such a strong desire for those things, and he always felt that Gugge's plans went beyond that.

"We found those apostles by smell when we were clearing out the monsters."

He spoke slowly, his thick eyebrows furrowed as he pondered the connection, and continued:

"These apostles did not have a complete experience from the beginning, so they thought that Gug's plan might be these equipment."

Yes, the value of this equipment is not low; in fact, it could be said to be very high.

Li Xia let out a deep breath, her eyes growing brighter and brighter:

"Those apostles who sensed something was wrong are mostly dead, so that equipment is bait!"

Bait for catching big fish!

The apostles transported to the Light Barrier are scavenging!

The current situation is very interesting; almost all the unlucky ones who actually experienced Guge's scheme from beginning to end are dead.

If Violet or the old man in the tuxedo were still alive and standing here, they would definitely notice that something was wrong.

But the brilliance lies in the fact that the apostles, attracted by the "nesting" incident, have no idea what is actually happening.

All they saw was a bunch of unlucky guys trying to clean up the corrupted tree golems and monopolize the treasures on the ritual table.

It all ended in disaster.

"Information gap!"

Li Xia uttered a few words.

"Guge is exploiting information asymmetry!"

He seemed to have figured something out; the doubts that had been on his face disappeared, replaced by certainty and confidence.

"Let's keep waiting!"

Gulagger stood up and looked down at the chaotic square below.

He was so excited and satisfied that his body was trembling slightly.

He manipulated hundreds of apostles at will, making them as obedient as his own blood slaves.

Coming soon

Gulag closed his eyes, as if he could hear the Count's instructions and praise from the guild again.

From the first apostle who discovered the secret of Sunset City Square.

The Demon Prison Star thus became a top secret.

The Eternal Night Pilgrimage Guild has accumulated and advanced step by step through 11 waves of apostles' successive efforts.

That's what led to today's bountiful harvest!

Gulag's heart was filled with an indescribable excitement, even though his blood had long been cold because of his lineage.

Everything started boiling over again.

Eternal Night Pilgrimage – it has been in the second-tier guild position for far too long.

It's time to take it a step further.

This step must begin with me, Viscount Guracg!

"Did you hear that?"

He closed his eyes, opened his arms, and smiled on his pale face, as if he had heard the most beautiful music in the world.

"Sir...what did I hear?"

The two barons beside him lowered their heads and asked, puzzled and nervous.

Members of the Eternal Night Pilgrimage will be granted vampire bloodlines as long as they pass the test.

Furthermore, as their rank and status increase, they will obtain items for purifying their bloodline.

Legend has it that the guild leader is none other than the Executor, Blood God!

In these family-based guilds built on bloodlines, the superiors have unparalleled control over their subordinates.

Therefore, even if they are also among the best of the second tier, as long as the Viscount is not satisfied.

They will still be subjected to terrifying and severe punishments.

"What you should hear"

Gulagg remained with his eyes closed, chanting in a voice resembling an aria:

“That was the great Blood God’s admiring gaze upon me. He was watching me and praising me for my achievements!”

He slowly lowered his head, opened his mouth, and two fangs suddenly extended, grabbing a stunningly beautiful girl whose face was filled with terror.

Sharp fangs pierced deep into the fair neck.

Crimson blood dripped down her pale chin as the girl struggled, letting out incredibly chilling screams.

The two barons couldn't help but tremble.

The Viscount didn't cast any illusions while eating?

Instead, it makes the blood slaves feel the fear and despair of being drained of their blood, a feeling of impending death.

How wonderful!

He casually tossed aside the girl, whose eyes were rolling back and who had become a withered corpse.

Gulagg's white shirt was now stained crimson.

He stuck out his tongue and licked the blood off his chin, which caused the blood droplets that were originally sliding down to spread and stain his entire chin red.

Slowly walking to the edge, Gulagg looked down at the Apostles who were now locked in a stalemate and said nonchalantly:

"Serve the food, our guests are getting impatient!"

"Damn, who the hell would dare go up there?"

The squad leader hid to one side, looking at the several mutilated corpses lying on the ground.

These are all unlucky guys who wanted to use invisibility or thought they had a chance and wanted to take a gamble.

They died a horrible death; the first few were completely wiped out, leaving only a few bloody keys floating quietly on the ground.

At least two hundred apostles are now gathered around the ceremonial table.

No one dared to go up, and no one was willing to leave.

This created a stalemate, with everyone waiting for an opportunity to break it.

No matter how hard the squad leader thought, he couldn't think of any opportunity that could change the situation.

Just as he was hesitating about whether to 'declutter' and lead his team away.

A faint chanting suddenly drifted from the square.

what sound?

He pricked up his ears and listened carefully for a while.

He asked uncertainly:

"Did you hear that?"

The subordinates exchanged bewildered glances, wondering if their leader was hallucinating because he was too eager for equipment.

"Boss, what did you hear?"

The squad leader frowned; the voice seemed to be growing clearer.

"What you should hear"

He held his breath, trying hard to decipher the words being chanted:

"The great Blood God casts a look of praise upon me."

The squad leader repeated what he had heard bit by bit.

The chanting grew louder and louder, as if thousands of young girls were looking up at the sky and shouting in high-pitched voices.

"Blood Sacrifice to the Blood God."

Suddenly, blood-red lines lit up on the ground of the square.

These intersecting lines create a unique and complex pattern.

"Buzz-buzz-buzz-"

All the apostles were startled by this sudden turn of events.

They opened their mouths as if to shout, but a terrifying power seemed to emerge along with the formation of blood-red patterns.

It could only open and close weakly, without making a sound.

The air seemed to become stuffy and damp, and a strong smell of blood emanated from somewhere.

A blood-red mist replaced the drifting embers.

Li Xia stood on the ruins, watching in awe as a huge crimson magic circle slowly took shape in the square.

In the distance, a figure dressed in ceremonial robes slowly approached.

He was barefoot, and his body seemed to sway to the rhythm of the chanting.

He was holding a golden bowl and a dagger.

Under the power of the magic array, those corrupted tree golems have silently and imperceptibly turned into dust.

Hundreds of apostles were frozen in mid-air, their eyes filled with despair and terror as they watched Guracog approach step by step from afar.

Look what a wonderful person he is.

Gulagg's heart was filled with joy.

They risked their lives to help him kill tens of thousands of corrupted tree golems, gathering the twisted souls needed to start the ritual.

Now a large group of excellent, strong, and vigorous humans have arrived, offering their blood.

To offer a gift in celebration of the king's birth.

Gulagger walked to the center of the square with a smile.