The warehouse filled with flesh and blood exuded a red light, illuminating everything before the door and also illuminating Luther's pale face.
The Flesh Abyss, among the evil rituals of the Secrets Suppliant, was considered a very crazy and degenerate kind. It required sacrificing a large number of human lives as materials, collecting their emotions of extreme pain, in order to pray for the descent of the evil god, the True Creator. And the way this ritual succeeded was also very simple: the more sacrifices made, the greater the probability would be.
After this, the descending evil god would gradually grow stronger and continue to devour the lives of the entire city until truly descending.
Until this moment, Luther finally understood why the Aurora Order had participated in human trafficking in the Southern Continent.
"Quite magnificent, isn't it?"
Ms. M said regretfully from the side, "However, it's still a bit of a pity. Originally, my plan was to leave only the purest boys and girls from each transport until the ritual number was gathered. Who would have thought you guys would discover it in advance and block the transport route? Left with no choice, I can only use all the slaves to make up the numbers."
In other words, the Aurora Order only transshipped these slaves, and someone else truly needed a large number of slaves?
"Then where were these slaves originally supposed to be shipped to?"
Luther asked.
"They were going to be shipped to..."
Ms. M had just said half a sentence when she realized it and stopped, smiling at Luther, "You no longer need to know."
Swish!
She raised her hands high toward this mass of flesh, devoutly chanting in Ancient Hermes:
"The Lord that Created Everything,
The Lord who Reigns Behind the Curtain of Shadows,
The