A ritual that did not exist in reality

"I should thank you for reminding me."

Witt scoffed, "That damn dog barks all night long, keeping me up all night. I'll skin it alive later."

To make it easier to set up the totem, he lied and said that he had nowhere to live and had been living in the temporary dormitory provided by the factory for lunch breaks since he joined the company.

As he spoke, he suddenly turned around, revealing a sinister smile.

Albert the Black Dog!

It came here drawn by the smell of blood!

"Damn dog..." Witt snorted coldly, preparing to unleash his Air Blade, when he suddenly saw the other party whimper Trembling as he lay on the ground.

He paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, beckoning with his finger:

"Get over here!"

I'll consider not skinning you.

Seemingly understanding the gesture, Albert stood up shakily and crawled towards the workshop, wagging his tail vigorously in submission.

It walked over to Witt and obediently squatted down beside him, lowering its head.

"Hahaha, you damn dog, you're much more sensible than some people." Perhaps Albert's posture was too upright, because Witt reached out and touched him.

Suddenly, a sharp pain struck.

He abruptly pulled back his right hand, only to see a bloody, mangled wound.

Excruciating pain surged into his mind, and Witt felt his vision blurring. He could no longer maintain the spell and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

His facial features Distortion, and his teeth were almost crushed.

Witt's bloodshot eyes flashed with terrifying killing intent as he stared at Albert, forcibly focusing his attention and attempting to condense Air Blade once more.

"You damn dog!"

I'm going to kill you!

But before he could finish, he saw a huge black shadow pounce on him, opening its blood-red maw full of sharp teeth and decisively biting his throat.

"How... is this possible...? A great... Supreme Being..."

"I am... one of His retinue..."

On his deathbed, such a thought flashed through Witt's mind.

He frantically tried to move his lips, attempting to attract the attention of the great Supreme Being, but he only coughed up a mouthful of blood and saliva, without uttering a single sound.

"Woof!"

With a look of terror in his eyes, Albert opened his mouth wide again.

This time, it successfully bit off its opponent's neck!

"Woof woof..." Albert turned his head and glanced at the Female Workers were so frightened that they were speechless. He wagged his thick tail and walked toward the Factory gate.

Just now, it experienced the feeling its owner described.

Something illusory seemed to shatter within me, merging with my spirit, and I saw illusory stars attracting each other.

Is this what it means to completely digest the Potion...? Was I fast or slow...? Will my master's reward be taking me to meet her...?

Albert the black dog couldn't help but bark, his tail wagging wildly.

at the same time.

In a slightly more central area of Factory District.

Three illusory figures were swept up by the gale and appeared here in the blink of an eye.

Seeing the carnage below, the elderly man among the three, wearing a black soft hat and with unusually serious silver eyes, couldn't help but snort angrily, "These damned beasts!"

He wore a long black robe embroidered with Storm symbols, and his face was so majestic that one couldn't help but want to bow down and worship him from afar.

-- "The Spellsinger of God" Ace Snake.

One of the Cardinal of the Church of Storms, and the Archbishop of the Backlund Diocese!

"Please be patient," said Horamick Hayden, Archbishop the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, dressed in a white priest's robe.

Another Archbishop of the Church of the Evernight Goddess Saint Anthony, nodded slightly and advised, "Disrupt the sacrificial ceremony first."

"I know!"

Ice Snake nodded, barely suppressing his anger, and then suddenly swung his sleeve.

"Call!"

A massive gust of wind suddenly appeared, quickly dispersing the billowing black smoke.

"Boom--"

Thunder rumbled, and the dark clouds gathered again. The freezing rain, which had only stopped for a short time, came back even more fiercely this time!

The torrential rain extinguished all flames, whether accidental or intentional, in an instant.

"Found it!"

During this process, Saint Anthony, who had barely spoken, suddenly opened his eyes and stared intently at the epicenter of the Explosion.

"Walk!"

Ice Snake immediately controlled the gale to carry the three of them away swiftly.

At that moment, in the area below the three people, the Evil God 'Believer scattered throughout the various Factory fell one after another.

Whether it's a "Shaman" receiving a blessing or a more powerful "journalist"!

Their expressions were serene, with faint smiles on their lips, like infants sleeping peacefully in their mother's arms, their eyes closed in tranquility.

From that moment on, it never opened its eyes again.

Before he arrived, thunder had already struck!

The three Archbishop rushed to the heart of the Sacrificial Ritual and saw countless electric snakes roaming below, wantonly plundering the lives of every Believer of the Evil God.

By the time they reached the sky, all but a few Believer, protected by the ritual's power, had been reduced to blackened charcoal.

It shattered easily when the wind blew it.

"Followers of false gods!"

The leading Hooded Robe Believer tilted his head back, revealing a sinister smile, "You've come quite quickly, but unfortunately... you're still a step too late!"

"The ceremony has already begun, hahaha!"

"The Angel who serve the Supreme Being are about to descend, and your flesh and souls will become His sacrifices, granting us even greater power!"

"Then try it!" Ace Snake sneered, and with a wave of his hand, a barrage of lightning rained down on the core of the ritual.

The other two also attacked almost simultaneously!

Horamick Hayden took out several dolls from somewhere and threw them down. Their size continued to grow rapidly, and they soon grew into enormous creatures.

Saint Anthony drew his bone sword from his back and slashed downwards from a distance.

But without exception.

Whether it was the dense array of electric snakes, the powerful attacks of the puppets, or the surging dark sword beams, they all struck the air!

The core of the ritual was clearly below, yet it seemed to vanish into nothingness!

Within the core of the ritual, gripped by the near-annihilation attack, the Hooded Robe Believer had kept his eyes tightly shut, suddenly opened them and burst into maniacal laughter:

"Hahaha, I told you, you're too late!"

"The power of the Great Being has descended; no one can stop the ritual!"

"They exist in another Dimension." Saint Anthony said calmly, his clean-shaven face revealing no emotion.

He didn't explain much to his two companions, but glanced at the Hooded Robe Believer: "I seem to see traces of the Evernight in you?"

"That's right!" the Hooded Robe Believer said bitterly.

"I was indeed misled before, and I once believed in the false god behind you!"

"But when my business failed and my family was ruined because of the Corn Laws, not a single glance was cast my way!"

"Such a false god is not worth following!"

Saint Anthony nodded indifferently.

"Oh, that's enough."

As he spoke, he gently closed his eyes, as if sensing something, searching for something.

A short while later, he opened his eyes and gently swung the bone longsword.

The surging darkness, rippling like the tides, rapidly engulfed the Core Altar within the ritual space, as the Hooded Robe Believer grew increasingly terrified.