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Chapter 130 Sacrificial Rituals
The bloated and ugly head rolled forward quickly, and leaped out from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hall smoothly.

The night in the City of Holy Light is still so bright and dazzling, and the Holy Light Galaxy hangs down along the eaves of the palace, declaring the supremacy of kingship to the world.

And under the wicked taste of the evil god, the head that still contained despair and fear just happened to be bathed in the river of holy light, and the prince's marinated egg-like scalp reflected the luster, like the brightest star.

It's a pity that under the pull of gravity, the holy brilliance of the upper area quickly abandoned the prince's head. This thing bounced a few times on the intricate bridges of the imperial capital, continued to fall, and was then killed by the black smoke in the middle area. It was scorched black, and eventually fell into the dirty drains in the bottom area, where it merged with the sludge.

And the plump soul of the prince fell into the abyss forever under the tear of the bishop, and the Seabed Salon welcomes a distinguished guest.

It is worth mentioning that although Aldridge died, his remaining desires still connected to the golden holy light, his swollen abdomen was torn open, and countless pairs of pale arms swept out from his stomach , Attacking everything around like crazy.

Obviously, His Highness the Prince's performance after his death was much braver, but his fate was naturally chopped into pieces by the expressionless pirates.

congratulations.

The next step is to clean up the battlefield.

The gray-haired boy turned his head to signal, so the pirates jumped over the pile of minced meat and began to carry the noble gifts piled up behind the seats.

One after another, the radiant treasures almost blinded Roy, a country bumpkin.

In order to please the prince, the nobles exhausted their efforts, and Roy even found a large bottle of dragon's blood inside.

The plunder of the ghost captain has achieved the most satisfactory result. The Deep Sea Company has made a lot of bloody fruits and enriched a wave of warehouses. Presumably the financial manager Charles can wake up with a smile in his dreams.

However, the boy waited for a while, only to find that the task issued by the system was still not completed.

It seems that the raid planned by Captain David was not a "shocking robbery", and the task released by the system this time is obviously much more demanding.

However, Roy is still very satisfied. Under the guidance of the paintbrush, all the souls of the Holy Light Knights fell into the abyss. All impurities and madness were completely removed, leaving only the pure soul power to integrate into the kingdom of the Storm Lord inside.

This is not just a simple robbery, but also a sacrificial ceremony planned by the evil god...

Of course, this move will definitely arouse the vigilance of the Pope and the royal family, and thus attract the attention of the God of Holy Light...

In fact, Roy can wait. He can drag it until the moment when the king holds a banquet, and then attack like a poisonous snake, dragging it into the dark deep sea at the moment when the king is most proud.

But... that was just the initial plan, but the plan never kept up with the changes, and now, the storm has a new idea.

He wants the enemy to live in fear.

He wants to make the God of Holy Light who betrayed the world pay the worst price.

He wants to remove all obstacles for the development of Deep Sea Company.

And all these decisions... started to change after the end of the God Council.

Roy walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the boy raised his head. In the sight of the gods, the deep night around the imperial capital swayed, and the night seemed to respond.

Storm smiled and waved his hand. Behind him, souls fell into the abyss one after another.

The rituals that belonged exclusively to the Storm Lord had already planted their seeds in this mad city.

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"I have never seen such a terrifying scene...Captain, is this the future that people will face after the will of the stars completely controls the present world?"

The jackknife in the night watchman's hand was burning with the fire of dawn, and Ron stood on the beam of the confession church, staring blankly at the densely packed 'cocoons'.

He murmured involuntarily: "This is really... desperate..."

Every silkworm cocoon imprisoned a suffering soul, no matter men, women, old or young, all were curled up in that narrow and cramped space, their eyes were tightly closed, but their mouths were praising the greatness of the Holy God .

On the other hand, Adolf did not respond to the words of the team members. The old man rolled his sleeves and was hitting those floating cocoons of faith with a giant candy hammer.

The old night watchman is concentrating on liberating those exotic souls, as if he is tireless.

So Ron also closed his mouth, and the young man waved his sharp pocket knife earnestly, and cut the holy light threads twisting like worms with his head.

Red butterflies fluttered beside the two of them, the crimson moonlight dyed the candlelight of the church red, and the power of the dream extended, leading those fallen souls to embrace the abyss again.

Soon, the cocoons in this church were completely cleaned up by the two, and the night watchmen were exhausted.

"Susanna...how many churches like this are there..."

The young man sat against the wall and let out a weary gasp. Ron's words became low: "Is what we did really meaningful?"

"Don't say that." The dancing butterflies gathered together, outlining the slim figure of the woman in the red dress in front of the young man.

The Red Moon believer showed a gentle smile, and the woman took the initiative to rub the other party's hair: "As a child of a witch, an 'excellent' employee of the Deep Sea Company, you can't just hang your head down easily."

"I know, I know..." Ron blushed immediately, "I'm just complaining casually."

"Heh... Is this the most vicious 'hound' in the night watch organization..."

At this moment, the captain of the night watchmen who stood aside sneered disdainfully: "You don't listen to a single piece of advice from me, a bad old man, but the encouragement from 'Beautiful Big Sister' is really helpful to you."

"You..." Ron opened his eyes wide: "Don't talk nonsense! Captain!"

"What? Pretty big sister?" Suzanne's eyes suddenly curled up, and the woman's eyes sparkled: "Has Ron ever said such an interesting thing?"

"Of course." Adolf nodded again and again: "Just before you appeared, Mr. God Envoy, he himself..."

"You are enough!"

Ron suddenly interrupted in embarrassment and anger: "Stop laughing at me with my words!"

The Confession Church was immediately filled with a happy atmosphere, and after Adolf and Susannah's joint interruption, the heavy atmosphere dissipated a lot.

But at the moment when the fourth prince wanted to continue arguing, he heard the sound of pages turning.

At the same time, the figure of the bard was outlined out of thin air in everyone's sight, and the giant dragon spread out its black wings, rolling up a heavy wind pressure.

"No time to explain, come up!"

Angelo made a urging voice: "The Time Elf can no longer restrain the crazy Pope!"

(End of this chapter)