Huh? Are they all real?...

To summon a demon, one must possess an abundance of precious materials and a large quantity of spiritual flesh and blood.

The former, as long as they have a large fortune, can prepare one or even dozens of copies, which is impressive. But the latter, without the city of Suras, how can they possibly put together such a sum?

Why should I feel uneasy?

The Sequence 4 Shadow Assassin was not only unable to understand, but also became increasingly uneasy.

What exactly went wrong?

On a small hill outside the city of Surras.

An elderly man who looked like an ordinary farmer was looking at the beacons that were breaking one after another in front of him with a distressed expression.

This means that all his companions in the city have been killed.

Chapter 18 The Real Backup Plan!

For this matter, almost a third of their sect's core members are here.

Although the Abyss Cult has the largest number of members among all cults, the number of those who can be called the core members is probably the smallest among all cults.

After all, their beliefs inherently predetermine that while their numbers are large, they are also diverse in quality and prone to severe divisions.

Fortunately, everyone is still willing to fight together for true redemption.

However, the losses this time were far too severe.

The loss of nearly a third of their core personnel means it will likely take them decades to recover.

Moreover, this severe loss will inevitably affect the sect internally, making them unwilling to continue cooperating even if they still have the resources.

After all, they were a disorganized bunch.

This was very bad news for him, a pure believer in the abyss.

The only saving grace is that he has one last chance.

The old man, whose demeanor and attire resembled those of a simple, honest farmer, noticed an extra person behind him as he stood up.

The other person was wearing a tall black top hat and had a walking stick tucked into his waistband.

He looked very refined and was a rare, elegant gentleman.

Seeing that the old man had noticed him.

The other person immediately took off their hat in salute.

"Sir, I think I must send you away as soon as possible. As you can see, your companions have all failed."

"Then Her Majesty the Great Queen has also noticed some minor issues."

"Therefore, please leave this country with me as soon as possible."

The old man smiled and said:

"Should I leave this country or leave this world?"

In the eyes of these parasites, the sect's plan had already completely failed.

Then there's no reason to keep this troublesome fellow around.

After all, what everyone calls cooperation is actually just a case of each getting what they want, like trying to get something from a tiger.

Having reached this point, a falling out is inevitable.

The gentleman's expression didn't change at all; he simply put his top hat on properly.

As he straightened his top hat, another heavily armored knight, nearly three meters tall, jumped up from the foot of the mountain.

But it landed without making a sound.

"If you would be willing to understand our difficulties and give up resisting, that would be wonderful!"

The gentleman chuckled, and the walking stick in his hand had unknowingly transformed into a deck of cards.

The heavily armored knight, who had been silent since his appearance, also silently drew his greatsword.

Just as the old man predicted, since things have come to this point, let's just turn against each other!

Killing him would not only eliminate a concrete incriminating evidence of collusion with cult members, but would also allow us to manipulate the situation and claim that we defeated a high-ranking member of the cult.

But the old man smiled and shook his head, saying:

“My companions have failed, but I have not. You are the Arcane Apostle, come and help me complete the final part.”

As the old man stomped his foot, a massive and complex spell, almost covering the entire mountaintop, appeared.

Looking at the summoning incantation beneath his feet, the gentleman said with some surprise:

"What an ancient summoning spell."

"This is a very primitive spell. Our sect has hardly ever used it. It is said that the great Fen was summoned by this spell."

This is an ancient magic for summoning demons, that much is certain, but there's still one thing the gentleman doesn't quite understand:

“Summoning demons requires a large amount of precious materials to construct the portal and a massive amount of spiritual flesh and blood to serve as a temporary anchor. But here we only have an ancient incantation as a beacon, and neither of these two necessities are available!”

The silent knight slowly stepped forward.

The old man was still smiling.

They had neither the intention to resist nor the intention to explain.

Upon seeing this, both the gentleman and the knight understood at the same time.

There is one thing that can satisfy both of these conditions—himself!

Although he is a cultist, he is a demigod.

Using the flesh and life of a demigod as an element to construct the door and as a temporary anchor for the demon's appearance in the world is undoubtedly sufficient.

"What a lunatic."

The gentleman couldn't help but say this, and the cane returned to his hand, replacing the magic card.

“My master intended to deal with you immediately, but since you still have the courage, I can represent my master to say that the contract continues.”

The knight did not speak, but simply nodded slightly.

For both of them, the way to maximize their profits is to continue the contract and ensure the old man's successful summoning.

The Deer family, represented by the Gentlemen, needs the heart of the Demon Lord, while the Lion family, represented by the Knights, needs a sufficiently dramatic upheaval and achievements belonging to the Lion family.

The old man shook his head at the gentleman and said:

“I’m not crazy, I’m just seeking true salvation.”

"Incomprehensible."

The gentleman still couldn't understand the cultists' ideas; it wasn't that he couldn't understand sacrificing oneself for one's beliefs.

He couldn't understand how the other party could know that both families' ultimate goal was to kill that demon in the present world.

The summoning ritual must continue.

Previously, it could be said that a demon lord and his demigod from the Abyss Cult had a chance to break through if they were determined to escape.

But now that he's gone, a demigod from the Abyss faction, why would he summon a demon lord who's doomed to die?

I can't understand it, but there's no reason to object.

That monster is dead. Although the young queen is high above, she is far less formidable than that monster. Especially now that the queen is powerless to intervene in the Southern Territory.

The thought of the horrors of the Great Purge is terrifying.

Even he, who was a demigod back then, felt a tremor in his heart.

He remembered that he almost became a sealed artifact or a magic potion, which was then placed in the study of that great dictator and treasured.

The gentleman, who couldn't help but let out a long sigh, forced himself to carefully observe this ancient ritual, preparing to assist in its completion.

The old man didn't argue; he simply addressed the knight behind him:

"There will be a lot of noise later, so why don't you find the right moment to attract their attention first?"

The knight nodded slightly in agreement.

Like the gentleman, he couldn't understand the old man's actions, but he also had no reason to object.

The Lions desperately need all of this to be achieved!

As the time approaches the number 666.

The three official demigods within the city were also growing increasingly uneasy, their spirituality warning them.

They had searched through the entire city of Surras several times.

There's nothing else at all!

With the help of gentlemen, the ceremony outside the city had completely covered the hillside.

He saw the old man take out a mithril dagger and look at him.

The knight nodded slightly in respect.

Although he was a cult member, the other party's courage in sacrificing himself for his faith deserved his respect.

The knight, having finished his salute, disappeared from the spot.

Moments later, an unimaginable roar erupted from the side of Suras facing the capital.

Even those on the opposite side noticed the significant tremor beneath their feet.

The three demigods inside the city rushed out in that direction almost immediately.

However, after a short while, one demigod remained in the city, and only two set off.

On this side of the hillside.

After taking one last, wistful look at this beautiful world, the old man did not hesitate to use his mithril dagger to cut his own wrist.

They poured their own flesh and blood onto this colossal ceremony.

The gentleman took off his top hat and threw it into the sky; the huge, invisible hat covered the mountaintop.

To cover up evil.

To conceal blasphemy.

The bells of depravity and chaos will toll here!

Chapter 19 You are not allowed to pass!

The enormous ritual of slicing off all the flesh and blood from the arms and scattering it at the feet.

In just a short while, the old man had shaved off all the flesh from his left hand.

But the dimly lit ceremony only illuminated the part beneath their feet.

There is still a long way to go before the entire ceremony is fully illuminated.

This made the gentleman slightly uneasy.

Although he helped complete this ancient magic trick, a demigod had already sacrificed an arm, so why was he only able to activate it to such a small extent?

As he pondered, the gentleman took a slight step back.

He suspected that the other party intended to use the ritual to launch a surprise attack on him at the last minute.

Then join in the ritual.

“I need to maintain my secrecy outside, otherwise even with his side keeping things under control, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep it from you.”

The old man didn't notice anything amiss, or rather, he seemed indifferent to whether the gentleman was deceiving him.

The old man simply continued to shave away the flesh from his other arm.

It made no attempt to stop the gentleman from leaving, and even nodded slightly in farewell as it continued to cut away its own flesh.

This left the gentleman utterly astonished.

This guy didn't use any methods to relieve the pain at all.

He simply used a method that even gentlemen might not quite understand to treat himself like a puppet, constantly slicing off his own flesh.