A Greeting Is Enough

After half a month of preparations.

The sacrificial ritual soon began.

The 1.5 million lower-level Mana Web Walkers cut off from the network in the back mountain became the first batch of sacrifices.

They were thrown into an altar filled with blue flames. Under the scorching fire, their bodies turned to char while their souls turned to ashes.

"Ah!"

"Help!"

"Ah! Ah!"

They let out utterly miserable screams that made one's hair stand on end.

But no one came to save them. The Mana Web Walkers watching from around them instead kept pushing them into the fire pit, gloating with malicious smiles.

They spat all kinds of vindictive words.

"You damned traitors, all of you should die!"

"The guild has fallen this far because of traitors like you!"

"Azure Light spies, go to hell!"

"Hahaha, good killing! This should have been done long ago! These traitors all deserve to die!"

However.

After all 1.5 million lower-level Mana Web Walkers in the back mountain had been thrown into the altar.

Guild Master Karosinasri sensed through the mana web that the Azure God showed no sign of awakening. There was not even the slightest ripple from a startled soul.

After sacrificing all 1.5 million lower-level Mana Web Walkers, there had not been the slightest awakening effect.

What now?

Continue the sacrifices.

This time, it was the turn of those mid- and high-level Mana Web Walkers who had just been gloating and feeling immensely satisfied.

To force these people into the altar, Karosinasri dispatched a group of elders to suppress them by force and sacrificed them in batches of 5,000.

Furthermore, to prevent the sacrifices from resisting, Karosinasri cut off their mana web transmissions, leaving them unable to use the mana web's power and severely weakening their ability to fight back.

Thus, after