His voice was cold, revealing a hint of threat.
Red Priestess stood there quietly, her whole body wrapped in a long robe, but this could not hide her proud figure.
Her hood covered her face, revealing only a pair of deep and mysterious eyes. The voice coming from under the hood carried an irresistible allure, as if it could penetrate people's souls.
"Allah will be satisfied with your contribution." Red Priestess said, her tone was calm and confident, and she seemed to be full of confidence in the abilities of herself and her companions.
Beate looked at Red Priestess and thought to herself.
He knew that these Red Priestess possessed powerful magical power, but in the face of such a terrifying enemy, he still did not dare to take it lightly.
If this group of people really cannot resist the dragon, then he must take decisive action to protect himself and the city.
Beate turned around and left with his men, his steps seemed a little heavy.
As he walked, he considered various possible scenarios in his mind.
If the red-robed priests really failed, he decided to be the first to chop off their heads and present them to Dragon King as an apology gift, hoping to appease the anger of that Dragon King.
Red Priestess stood on the edge of the altar, staring at the large dark red cocoon in the center of the altar.
As more and more people were sacrificed, the size of the cocoon continued to expand, as if an inflated balloon was about to burst.
Her lips moved slightly, and she whispered in a voice that only she could hear, "I hope all these sacrifices are worth it..."
After saying that, she turned around slowly and left the altar with heavy steps.
Her eyes swept over everyone along the way, who were all watching her silently, with a kind of awe and fear in their eyes.
However, there was only a trace of pity in Red Priestess's eyes, because she was the only one who knew the fate that this city-state was about to face.
When she completely walked out of Volantis's city gate, she stopped and reached out to take off the red hood on her head.
Under the hood, a stunning face was revealed, with a high bridge of nose, deep eyes, and long red hair hanging down like a waterfall on her shoulders.
However, her frown made people feel pity for her.
At this time, a figure walked out from the city gate, it was Jinvara who came to meet her.
Jinvara saw Red Priestess's expression and immediately understood her inner struggle. He walked quickly to her, stretched out his hand to gently stroke her brow, and comforted her gently:
"The command of Allah is above all else. All sacrifices are to return to the embrace of Allah. You don't have to blame yourself for this."
I don't know whether he figured it out on his own or was awakened by Jinvara's words. Melisandre's originally frowning brow gradually relaxed like the surface of a lake blown by the spring breeze.
Her eyes were no longer as confused and confused as before, but had a hint of clarity and determination.
Finally, Melisandre took a deep look in the direction of Volantis, as if he wanted to engrave everything about this city in his heart.
Then, she turned around resolutely, followed Jinvara's footsteps, and left together.
At the same time, inside Temple of R'hllor, the atmosphere was extremely solemn.
On the altar, the originally oval dark red cocoon was twisting and expanding in a strange way.
The big cocoon seemed to be alive, constantly squirming, and the creatures gestating in it were getting bigger and bigger. At the same time, they were struggling violently, as if they wanted to break through the shackles and break out of the cocoon.
Finally, with a crisp "click" sound, the first crack appeared on the top of the cocoon.
This crack was like a bolt of lightning, piercing the dark night sky and instantly attracted everyone's attention.
Immediately afterwards, "clicking" sounds came one after another, and the cracks on the big cocoon became more and more big, like a broken spider web, gradually spreading.
The people who were making sacrifices were shocked by this sudden change.
They all stopped what they were doing and looked at the center of the altar in shock, their eyes fixed on the big cocoon that was about to burst.
Their hearts were filled with expectations and fears. They were eager to see the true identity of the creature, but they were also afraid that this unknown creature would bring disaster to them.
Suddenly, a huge dark red pupil slowly emerged from the crack. It was like a devil's eye, looking straight at everyone through the crack.
At this moment, an unspeakable fear spread quickly like a plague, as if everyone was regarded as food by these eyes.
People's hearts almost jumped out of their throats, and their throats seemed to be tightly strangled by an invisible hand, making it impossible to make a sound.
The thought of running away flashed through my mind crazily, but my legs felt like they were pinned down. They were completely out of control and just kept trembling.
Just when everyone was completely swallowed by fear, the dark red cocoon exploded without warning, and a dark red stream of light shot out like lightning.
This stream of light was extremely fast, like the scythe of death, mercilessly harvesting the lives of everyone present.
In the blink of an eye, wherever the stream of light passed, people's bodies fell limply as if their souls had been taken away.
In the entire temple, apart from the sound of light and wind piercing the sky, not a single scream could be heard.
This weird scene makes people's hair stand on end, as if time has frozen at this moment.
However, this is only the beginning of the nightmare. In the city-state of Volantis, people began to spontaneously combust without warning.
Dark red flames spurted out from their bodies, spread quickly, and enveloped the entire city at an alarming speed.
The flames licked houses, streets and people, burning everything in their path to ashes.
The originally bustling and bustling city suddenly turned into a purgatory, filled with the smell of death and despair.
At this critical moment, King Ghidorah was like a demon from hell, roaring with the violent storm.
The dark red flame was swept by the storm, like a ferocious fire dragon, rising into the sky with its fangs and claws, forming a huge fire tornado that reached the sky and the earth.
This fire tornado seemed to be the end of the world, mercilessly ravaging every inch of Volantis's land. Wherever it went, houses collapsed, trees were broken, and everything was in a mess.
At this time, Volantis Archon Beate's heart was filled with endless regret and annoyance.
He regretted why he listened to the advice of Red Priestess, which led to such a tragic situation.
However, at this moment, he had no time to regret it, because the dark red flame quickly climbed up his body like a demon's tentacles.