The war horse galloped among the trees, light fell from the gaps in the leaves, the horse's hooves stepped into the grass, bringing up the soil, and then the war horse jumped up again, moving forward at high speed.
The wind blew against Sylutia's ears, and she felt that the traces of the chase were becoming more and more obvious, which meant that she was getting closer to those who were captured.
In a valley, a huge magic circle has been drawn up, and people in dark red robes are constantly coming and going. They are constantly improving the venue for the upcoming ceremony, and are tying up the captives one by one and blindfolding them.
Many of these people are villagers in Regas, and some are captured Anti Soldier. However, there is no difference between these identities in the upcoming ceremony.
"Sir, one of our teams captured nearly 400 more people and brought back some good news."
Leader Cult is standing in the tent looking at the hanging Regas map. Many places have been marked and marked on it.
"Oh, what good news." He turned his head, revealing two pairs of evil eyes.
"We found a secluded spot near Scorched Stone City, where ordinary people can't find it, and there are enough water sources and food acquisition points around it."
"Yes, this gives us another stronghold." The leader nodded, and then thought of something.
"How was this retreat discovered?"
"These are the four hundred people who were captured. They were originally Scorched Stone City miners, but because they could not stand the oppression and torture, they escaped and lived in seclusion there."
"It seems you are lucky this time." The leader patted the other party and then let the other party go down.
After staying in the tent for a while, the leader walked out and went to another place deep in the valley, where a more luxurious tent was hung and guarded by several Knight.
After a brief briefing, he walked in and saw Prince Jabs leaning on the bed, looking haggard.
"Your Highness the Prince." He whispered the other person's name, but his head and body didn't bend at all. It seemed that he was just talking verbally and taking into account the status gap.
Prince Jabs's eyes were empty at the moment. After hearing the call, it took him a long time to come back to his senses, and then he sat upright with some dejection.
"What's the matter? Tell me."
"The new ceremony venue in the valley is about to be prepared. The ceremony will be held tomorrow night. Your Highness, please be prepared."
"Ritual? That kind of ceremony again?" Prince Jabs threw his arms irritably. Unfortunately, there were no porcelain ornaments here for him to vent his emotions.
"Many of my loyal men have died for your bullshit ceremony, and now you still want me to prepare, what should I prepare, what should I use to prepare?"
Upon hearing this, the Cult leader's expression did not change.
"Your Highness, as long as this ceremony is successful, we will have power that far exceeds that of Anti people. It doesn't matter how many loyal subordinates you want."
"Although we failed to annihilate Kachis last time, you have seen our power."
"In order to win, certain sacrifices are necessary. You cannot give nothing and get everything out of thin air, otherwise no one will believe you."
"Your participation in the ceremony tomorrow night will not only make the ceremony more effective, but also give you the power to defeat your enemies. Don't you want to kill your enemies with your own hands, avenge your parents and brothers, and build a great cause?"
"Back then, your ancestors went through hundreds of battles and gained a great reputation. Even though Regas Kingdom was not big at the time, the surrounding countries were all in awe of it. This is an honor and status that are unimaginable by the successors."
"People without power will only be laughed at by others no matter how much they say. Your Highness, you should know this better than me."
After his words, Prince Jabs fell silent.
He clenched his fists tightly and dug his fingers into his flesh. It took a while before he loosened his fists due to fatigue.
"Tell me, what do you want me to do at the ceremony?"
Seeing that the prince was moved, the leader's lips slightly raised, and then he spoke to him.
"This..., what will happen to those people?" Prince Jabs was still a little hesitant.
"If you fail, they will also die under the sword of Anti people. You have to understand that even the best generals will sacrifice their soldiers in battle. This is inevitable."
"Without victory, there is nothing."
"As long as you continue to win, a steady stream of people will join your ranks, and even this little thing will be forgotten."
"The victor is not blamed."
After his words, Prince Jabs finally gave up his hesitation.
"Okay, if it can be done. But I can't let my sister know about it. She has a kinder and gentler personality and doesn't want to see this."
"I will let people take good care of Princess Musa." The leader promised.
After convincing the prince, he walked out of the tent with satisfaction. When he looked down at the valley again, he couldn't help but close his eyes and take a deep breath, enjoying the wonderful atmosphere before victory.
Hundred-Eye Cult's great achievement that he has been preparing for hundreds of years will be achieved by his own hands. He has succeeded once and will succeed again.
The stars are already in place. Before Lion Palace covers the cracks, he will once again call for the great existence on the other side of the Astral Realm. But this time, his purpose is not just to give birth to a few "Demon Pact-Maker". It is the long-cherished wish of Hundred-Eye Cult passed down for hundreds of years, so that the real "Alien Star" can come again...
On the mountain road, Sylutia climbed over the hill and galloped out. At this time, he finally spotted the team walking in front of him.
It was a convoy of about 800 people, more than 200 of whom were believers in dark red robes, and the rest were captured ordinary civilians. In addition to the captured miner refugees, there were residents of nearby villages, and even some captured Anti Soldier.
Have we finally caught up? Sylutia thought to herself, then continued to accelerate and rushed down the hillside. At this time, Karen had just arrived on the hillside on horseback. Seeing that Sylutia had already rushed over, she was quite worried that the girl could face the enemy alone, so she also speeded up to catch up, took out the long bow from the bow bag, and loaded the arrows.
The riding skills that Sylutia had learned from Golden Radiance Plain were completely released today. In the constant pursuit, she adjusted her movements little by little based on feedback to make her rhythm consistent with the horse underneath her. This not only minimized the burden on the horse's running, but also used her own rhythm to influence the horse's running rhythm, making its running rhythm enter an efficient and stable state.
On the plain, this long team was moving forward. At this time, a horse passed by the grassland on the side. During this period, the people in the team had no time to ask or attack. This man and horse galloped past in front of them.
In less than ten seconds, Sylutia overtook the team and arrived in front of them, then quickly turned back, with horses' hooves raised high and mud flying, standing in front of them.
The way forward was blocked. The leader, Cultist, rode forward. The members following behind also picked up their crossbows, pointed at the girl, and treated her with vigilance.
"Who are you? Get out of the way." This second-level Cultist frowned and pulled out his long sword.
This will Sylutia adjust your breathing and shake your head to refuse.
"I should be the one asking you who you are and why you would do such a thing."
"Such a thing? Ha." Hearing this innocent question, he and his companions couldn't help laughing.
"Have you just left your parents' arms? Why are you asking others? It's not your turn to take care of it." He will gradually see the appearance of Sylutia.
"Since you look pretty good, come with us."
"If I'm to blame, it's your fault for rushing over so stupidly." After saying that, he and his companions rode forward, preparing to throw the girl off her horse and take her prisoner.
However, when they charged, the aura of the girl in front of them suddenly changed, rising from the First Order they observed before to the third level. Under the strong suppression of Aspect Power, the horses under them were restless, and with the girl as the center, green grass blades spread and grew like waves, and continued to extend outward.
This is not over yet. Many vines are like fences, spreading towards the entire team until they are completely surrounded by more than 800 people.
The green vines entangled each other, climbed upward, and continued to extend, like a wall. Then, strange blood-red spikes bloomed from the vine branches, blocking their vision bit by bit.
It was only then that Cultist of this team realized that something was wrong. He looked at the black-haired girl standing on the hillside in surprise. He saw green light flowing in her eyes, and the breath of natural life continued to spread. In an instant, the grass they were standing on turned into a cage of green vines.
"Who are you!" A Demon Pact-Maker rushed out of the team, and behind him, a huge eyeball Demon about four meters high slowly emerged from the void.
The evil purple light condensed in the eyes and then shot out.
The dark purple light instantly drowned the girl's figure. Just when Demon Pact-Maker felt a hint of joy, the figure walked out of the dark purple ray unscathed. An invisible barrier appeared around her body. When the dark purple ray hit, it instantly turned into fine quicksand and scattered.
"Is this?" Demon Pact-Maker, who was commanding Beholder, was completely unable to understand this situation until he and the girl looked at each other.
The eyes are the windows of the soul and the easiest channel to reach the soul's consciousness. They are the channel for many secret techniques and the most important door.
At this moment, he was excited at first, because as a member of Hundred-Eye Cult, he possesses powerful eye skills, and as long as he looks at the enemy, he can maximize the effect of the eye skills. Whether it is shock, illusion, or hypnosis, he has countless ways to make this girl surrender.
Then, when he saw the girl's eyes, he was stunned.
What a pair of beautiful eyes. In the transparent blue eyes, it seems that thousands of stars are flowing, and countless starlights are shining and sublimating. It seems that there are thousands of words narrating, and there seem to be many pictures evolving in them.
Slowly, this Demon Pact-Maker gave up resistance. He slowly lowered his body and knelt on the ground with one knee.
"Great Descender, I am willing to surrender to you."