"Sacrifice?" The great nobles of the Onyx Principality, who had been chatting and laughing moments ago, changed expressions.
Though they had never actually seen anyone turned directly into a Dark Creature, the Church was, after all, an evil organization connected to Dark Creatures. It was entirely possible.
If they were truly turned into one of those Dark Creatures, then for people like them who believed in the God of Glory, it would be more unbearable than death.
"Haha, what, scared?" Seeing this, the Red-Robed Archbishop finally felt some satisfaction. He then said coldly, "But even if you are afraid, it is useless. From the moment our Church discovered the Glory Continent, your fates were already sealed."
"First, we'll deal with you strongest ones of the Glory Continent. In a couple of days, it will be the turn of those fools from the Northern Principality!"
"So much blood will hasten the descent of the Abyss. Haha, I can hardly wait to see the moment the Abyss descends!"
"Ick, Meyer, kill them!"
With that, the Red-Robed Archbishop directly gave the order to his two subordinates.
"Yes, Archbishop!"
The Red-Robed Archbishop immediately cast a mass binding spell to restrain the great nobles and prevent any last desperate counterattack. Bishop Ick and Bishop Meyer, meanwhile, slowly stepped forward with longswords in hand.
The reason they did not continue killing the counts with magic was because they wanted intact corpses.
Only by sacrificing several counts whole would they be able to obtain the greatest power.
"You fallen scum, I curse you to die without even a grave!"
Knowing that their fate could no longer be changed, the counts roared out their furious curses.
"Heh, we shall live forever. As for you—once the Sacred Continent has been conquered, then you will die without even a grave!"