Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 294 Triss's Embrace

East Backland is an area where poor people live.

This is a fact that no world can escape, and it is also an inevitable result of the Industrial Revolution triggered by Russell: the exploitation of capital will always exist.

These poor people were at the very bottom of Backlund's prosperity, the skeletons that paved the roads, the flesh and blood that built the bridges, humble as dust.

The only saving grace might be that the Dream Order's outpost in Backlund is also located here.

With the support of the Dream Cult, at least no one will starve or freeze to death, and they can enjoy relatively good medical services at relatively low prices.

But some things remain unchanged.

After this evil god sacrifice began, some deeply hidden members of the Blood Worship Cult in the East District received instructions to begin the ritual according to the long-established plan.

This was a sacrifice planned for at least a century. The Blood Cult had used almost all of its resources to come here. This was manifested in the ritual by a gradual, imperceptible red light that mixed into the mist of Backlund.

Many poor people in the eastern part of Backlund looked up at the sky and realized that the fog was much thicker than it had been in the previous days.

"Our god is about to descend!" At this moment, many demons hidden in the East District slums emerged from various hidden corners and began to perform rituals.

The Sequence 7 "Serial Killer" of the "Abyss" pathway already possesses many rituals and knowledge of demon worship, and with enough time to prepare, he will be able to summon a demonic projection.

In the years of planning, almost all the extraordinary individuals who have taken the "Abyss" path have mastered this ability.

"O source of all evil, lord of the abyss, dark side of the universe... Hear my prayer, descend upon the world, and bring ultimate defilement and the deepest depravity..."

Under the guidance of many extraordinary individuals who have passed through the "Abyss," the ritual for summoning the Abyss has become increasingly complete.

If viewed from high above, one would likely find the entire eastern area shrouded in a reddish mist, from which an even more terrifying aura is brewing.

This is the aura of the abyss!

This atmosphere, echoing the ceremony outside Backlund, marked the beginning of the second phase.

"Ah! I'll kill you!" Terrifying screams echoed from countless corners of the East District. Many poor people had bloodshot eyes and were frantically attacking the objects of their hatred!

The aura of evil has corrupted these poor people, causing them to unleash their most repressed and terrifying side!

These people will be the sacrifices of the ritual, forming the most perfect vengeful spirits through mutual slaughter, until they are cast into the "Abyss" and construct the long staircase for the Demon King to return to the real world.

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Inside the royal estate, many of the nobles had already been corrupted by the living filth, exhibiting the same symptoms as the poor in the East District, and frantically attacking those around them.

In the face of death, they are no more noble than anyone else, and before the one about to descend into the real world, even the so-called nobles are extremely humble.

"Purify!" Beckett held up the cross and worked with Mr. A to clean up all traces of filth, but under such oppressive circumstances, even a demigod could not protect everyone.

"This is definitely the power of the Abyss! The Blood Worship Cult may be carrying out a sacrifice against the Abyss!" Mr. A already understood what was happening.

"We are utterly powerless to resist; we can only pray for the protection of the gods! King of the Sky, Emperor of the Sea, Lord of Calamity, God of Storms..."

Many people are praying for divine protection, but the gods don't seem to care much about them and have never responded.

"A bunch of idiots!" Beckett scoffed, but in reality, he was in a bad situation as well. He was under immense pressure from constantly activating the Darkness Realm and felt like he was turning into a complete idiot who could only sing praises to the sun!

Meanwhile, Krestais and Mr. A, who were further ahead and blocked the most corrupting influence, were in even worse condition and were on the verge of collapse.

Klein replicated the sun's "purification" from the golden cross on Beckett's body, and even used a paper doll with the properties of "the person in the painting".

But all of this is a drop in the ocean compared to the overwhelming filth and depravity.

"If this continues, none of us will be able to escape; our downfall is inevitable!"

Klein's spirit was pounding wildly, but he was powerless to control his own destiny.

In a sudden moment, Klein looked up at a corner of the banquet hall, his mind going blankly as if a string had snapped.

He saw Triss.

Triss stood in a corner of the banquet hall, dressed in gorgeous clothes, untouched by the filth and decadence.

The filth and depravity even deliberately avoided her.

How could this be? I completely forgot that Triss was there... This shouldn't be happening, even with the sacrifice of an evil god!

Klein felt a strong sense of unease, but at that moment, no one had the mood or energy to pay any more attention.

He looked at Triss and once again felt her yearning for dreams, a truly terrifying longing that felt like being skinned alive.

It was at this moment that Klein saw Herwin Rambis standing behind Triss.

This is that unknown demigod! Klein had observed them from the gray fog and recognized him at a glance.

His intuition made the judgment that no one had noticed before that Triss must also possess the abilities of this demigod.

Then... why can we see it now? Klein was about to remind "Goddess's Sword".

"Mind Storm"!

Just as Klein had a certain thought, he saw the old man's eyes turn into golden vertical pupils.

He saw a storm begin to churn around the old man, a storm that seemed to originate from reality yet also from illusion, surging outwards with immense power.

boom!

It was as if a huge bomb had been dropped into everyone's mind. The collective subconscious sea was manifesting, and endless waves were crashing against everyone's island of consciousness, causing intense interference with their spirituality.

Everyone was momentarily stunned, including Klein, who had already made a discovery beforehand.

The attack that a demigod had been waiting for for so long was something no one had anticipated, and something no one could stop.

Probably no one would have imagined that while everyone was united in resisting the evil god's corruption, someone would stab them in the back? Aren't they afraid of death?!

"Take him away!" Herwin Lambis's cold voice rang out beside Klein.

The next instant, the old man used the dream jump to travel away and left, no longer caring about anything else.

Staying to help Triss one last time was his limit; he wouldn't risk staying here.

Klein soon felt himself fall into an embrace, not big but firm.

(End of this chapter)