Ritual Begins, Summoning a God

"The enemy feared and dreaded him."

"Often, before any action is taken against him, the very moment the thought arises, he perceives it all through the trajectory of fate."

"His terrifying quality lies in his ability to lure you into his carefully laid trap, according to your own plans."

The Evil Mouth and Love Resentment immediately turned serious.

"So it was him."

"It's that guy."

"He predicted my plans several times, and once I almost fell into his trap. If someone hadn't come to my rescue, I probably would be dead."

"He's in the Eternal Kingdom too? It seems the Anomaly Containment Association has already learned of the Eternal Kingdom's plans this time."

"With him here, the Anomaly Containment Association will not fail this time."

Even if fate points to a bad ending, that guy has the ability to turn fate around and forcefully twist it to his advantage.

"Going against that guy feels like fighting against the whole world, against fate itself; it gives you a sense of powerlessness, as if you're being toyed with by destiny."

One person said a Evil Mouth, the other Love Resentment.

This elevates fortune tellers to a level that is only worthy of admiration.

But what they said was not an exaggeration at all.

They are still quite capable; even if they fall into a trap, they have other powerful companions to support them and still have some ability to resist.

When other organizations encountered this fortune teller, they were all completely scammed, and in the end, they couldn't figure out at what point their plans were exposed.

When they learned that the diviner had joined the Eternal Kingdom.

With a heavy heart, both men, filled with Evil Mouth and Love Resentment, realized that their plan was doomed.

I have a feeling that from the very beginning of their plan to cause trouble for the Anomaly Containment Association.

Then a pair of mysterious eyes, hidden deep within the invisible threads of fate, cast their gaze upon them through the endless veins of destiny.

Their every move and every word was exposed to those eyes.

Perhaps that person has already woven a colossal net, just waiting for them to take the bait.

Evil Mouth chill ran up my tailbone, and my whole body went numb.

He abandoned the idea of causing trouble for the Anomaly Containment Association and the Eternal Kingdom, avoiding falling into their trap.

However, he didn't know whether his decision to abandon this idea was something the other party had anticipated.

To contend with such an enemy.

I really don't know how to deal with this.

"Tsk, that guy's even harder to deal with than the supernatural."

"Give up?"

"We have no choice but to give up. If they were here, perhaps we could have given it a try, but they've all gone to conquer the world. With just the three of us, it's going to be tough."

Deception watched with a sly smile as Evil Mouth and Love Resentment abandoned their plans to cause trouble for the Anomaly Containment Association.

He stroked his chin. "Hmm, where should I go for fun? I've got it! I'll join the Eternal Kingdom and meet the One fortune teller."

Driven by Evil Mouth and Love Resentment, they slammed their fists on the table and roared in unison.

"No!"

"You're not allowed to go!"

"Knowing that guy has set a trap there, just waiting for us to walk right into it, don't just walk into it because it's fun!"

His Evil Mouth that he was almost in a breakdown, almost losing his image as a gloomy and handsome man, and he started shouting and yelling.

If the Deception goes too far and he gets caught up in it, won't he be the one to save the person from the Love Resentment?

That would turn into a story of the Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather.

Rather than gambling on whether there's a trap ahead or whether you'll fall into it, it's better not to get involved in the first place.

Love Resentment picked up a sharp, gleaming knife, a cold smile playing on his lips, and said through gritted teeth.

"If you want to die, just say so. I'll send you on your way right now, without any more trouble."

The Deception laughed and said, "Just kidding~ Don't overreact."

You'd better be joking!

Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to resist punching him a couple of times.

In a good mood, Deception dragged Gray Scale out of the safe house, finding a spot where Gray Scale would be spotted by the Eternal Kingdom people who had been lurking nearby.

The Deception simply throw the person on the ground and leave without hesitation.

On the other side.

The fact that a member goes missing for a while and then reappears is a trivial matter that wouldn't attract anyone's attention.

Moreover, as the date drew closer, all members began to reduce their time spent outdoors.

They all started heading towards the stronghold.

January 31st, tonight, is the time for the ceremony to begin.

Pope Bisachi changed into his most formal attire and stood at the highest point, holding his scepter.

He was closest to the altar, and as he watched the blood surging within it, he felt his emotions growing increasingly agitated.

Finally, the day he had been waiting for arrived!

Bisachi brandished his scepter. "Bring them up."

A group of members brought over a dozen people.

These people were all young adults, both men and women, all in their twenties.

These individuals were selected from across Australia by the Eternal Kingdom, chosen for their exceptional sensitivity to the supernatural and their unique talents.

These people are naturally gifted with strong intuition and have an exceptionally high ability to perceive strange and unusual creatures.

They were also the best sacrifices.

"Mmm!"

Those people were brought over with their hands and feet bound, their mouths covered, and their eyes blindfolded, their faces filled with fear and helplessness.

Mike stood among a group of believers.

As he watched this scene, he involuntarily clenched his fists.

He can't save these people.

The Pope remained calm, as if these people were not living beings in his eyes, but rather cold objects. "Begin."

Members of the Eternal Kingdom led these people to the altar and began to bleed them with knives.

Seemingly for the sake of the ritual, they did not kill these people with a single blow, but instead slowly bled them out.

Mike breathed a sigh of relief.

That way, there's still a chance to save these people.

He wasn't a saint; he understood very well that these sacrifices, which the Eternal Kingdom had painstakingly collected, must possess unique talents.

Such a talented person shouldn't have died here.

The shaman stood to one side, among some members of the Eternal Kingdom, whose eerie aura was more pronounced than that of the believers.

They were all mid- to high-ranking members of the Eternal Kingdom.

Now, their positions subtly surround the shaman, seemingly to prevent his escape.

The shaman's face remained expressionless, seemingly unconcerned by their actions.

Bo Ze was on edge, and the heavy sword he always carried on his back was now in his hand.

The light on the altar grew brighter and brighter.

The eerie aura emanating from it was so strong that it was visible to the naked eye.

Thick wisps of black fog rose from the altar, filling the entire sky above it.

Upon seeing this, the Pope began chanting strange and difficult lyrics.