Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 297 The Gaze of a True God

Due to the abyssal aura, the dark clouds and blood-red light originating from the outskirts of Backlund have spread to this area, covering most of the eastern district.

But now, both the Church of Storms and the Church of Night have reacted. Clergy, night watchmen, and punishers from various churches have been mobilized to continuously remove the demon's sacrificial points and clear away the swirling blood mist.

This action was very useful, at least it reduced the corrosive influence of the abyss, and at the same time it killed many demons of the Blood Cult and protected countless poor people.

"A bunch of rats from the abyss!" The "Singer of God" of the Storm Church appeared in person above the East District, tearing apart the blood-red fog with a powerful tornado and blowing away the harmful substances within.

However, even this violent tornado could not disperse the terrifying black clouds that covered half the sky.

He wasn't late, but he clearly only served to delay things.

"Damn it, where are the people from the Church of the Night?!" The irritable old man berated Archbishop Backlund of the Church of the Night, who had not yet appeared.

"Your Excellency Archbishop! A telegram has arrived from the Church of the Night!"

"Speak!" the "Singer of God" shouted while maintaining the tornado.

"Saint Anthony of the Church of the Night has sent us to call for help from headquarters! Only angels can stop this disaster!"

The "Singer of God"'s expression changed drastically. Could it be that the Church of the Night possessed information they were unaware of?!

"Damn it!" "Singer of God" had no choice but to issue a call for help. For an extraordinary being of the "Storm" path, calling for help was much more difficult than rushing into a fight.

"Hopefully, it's not too late!" The "Singer of God" activated the "Sun" pathway seal on his body, and the purifying light fell on many corners of the East District, alleviating the situation of many people killing each other.

However, at a certain moment, the "Singer of God" suddenly widened his eyes, subconsciously lowered his head, and looked at the people who were deeply suffering.

They wailed incessantly, the lingering abyssal aura causing their bodies to undergo varying degrees of mutation—an extremely painful process.

But what's worse is that there are illusory figures appearing and disappearing on them, as if trying to detach themselves from these people.

At that moment, the "Singers of God" were all cold-blooded, a sign that the sacrifice had reached a critical juncture!

Once the spirits of these people are taken away, they will become sacrificial fuel and die on the spot.

And how many people live in this half of the eastern district?! That would be an unimaginable disaster!

Dong... Just then, a bell rang throughout the entire East District, and a lightless, deepest, and most intense darkness emerged from the Church of the Night, gradually spreading.

From within the darkness, the sound of chanting hymns emanated, peaceful and serene, lulling one to sleep. All the troubled spirits were soothed in that moment, gaining the strength to resist the pulling force of the dark clouds in the sky.

It was Saint Anthony, the Archbishop of the Church of the Night in Backlund, whom the "Singer of God" vehemently denounced.

He intervened and temporarily calmed these people down.

"We can only delay as much as possible." The saint's face was somber as he looked at the people whose spiritual bodies were unstable.

……

The gates of the sacrificial plaza opened right in front of Klein, and he saw the familiar altar.

"It's the Red Priest's altar!" Klein's heart raced involuntarily as he recalled the altar that had been dug up in the ruins of the Spirit World War.

It turns out that the Blood Worship Cult dug this place up for a sacrifice.

After the gates opened, the Lady of Despair carried Triss straight inside and placed her on the altar, which was now fully activated.

A crimson glow completely enveloped Triss's body, imprisoning her entirely.

"With just one final step, she will become the best vessel for the 'Primordial' to descend."

With a wave of her hand, Lady Despair suddenly opened a gaping hole outside the altar, and waves of blood surged forth, waiting for the chance to engulf Triss.

If nothing unexpected happens, they will be able to see the "Primal Witch" rise from the blood wave and descend upon this world that has been separated for thousands of years.

"Everything is ready." The Witch of Despair looked at Triss and nodded in satisfaction.

At that very moment, two terrifying wills seemed to descend upon the altar. The complete altar and ritual finally attracted the attention of the two true gods!

Thump... Everyone fell to their knees, whether it was the demigod Lady Despair, the "Devil," or Klein, the Sequence Six, and the other demon guards.

The entire underground pit was shrouded in an eerie silence.

Many demons began to pray, their prayers coalescing into a wave of sound, as if welcoming some great being.

This divine pressure was spreading towards the ground and Backlund. This was the first time since the gods of the Fifth Age guarded the astral plane that a divine power had been displayed in the real world!

"The Abyss!" Outside Backlund, Azik Eggers, the "Death Archon" surrounded by many undead guards, suddenly looked up at the location of the altar.

He had been searching for the location of the lost altar, even linking it to the witch cult.

However, as His investigation deepened, He also encountered terrifying resistance.

Before Him now stood a Sequence Two angel of the Blood Worship Cult, the "Grand Duke of Blood."

This is probably the only surviving angel of the Blood Worship Cult. After all, since the Demon King was sealed in the Abyss, there have been very few extraordinary individuals on the "Abyss" path. This angel's advancement was the Demon King's last gamble.

"My Lord, you are returning!" Upon sensing the will of the true God, this "Grand Duke of Blood" trembled with excitement.

The demon family has been in decline for too long, and the Blood Worship Cult has never reached its peak. All of this is because the true god was sealed, greatly reducing the number of usable characteristics.

Once the true God returns, everything will no longer be a problem!

"Stop dreaming! No god would allow an evil god to return!" Azik Eggers said solemnly.

boom!

Before Azik could finish speaking, terrifying lightning suddenly erupted in the sky, tearing everything apart and destroying all evil and filth.

This is the power of the Lord of Storms!

Backlund is one of the main parishes of the Lord of Storms, and He will naturally prevent the Demon King from descending.

Further away, it seemed as if night had fallen and stars were twinkling, like eyes glittering.

"We are ready." The "Blood Duke" looked at the night sky with a solemn expression, but he also had confidence in everything.

"The Witch Cult?" Azik Eggers paused, having cooperated with the Witch Cult for over a thousand years and being extremely familiar with their methods.

That "Primordial Witch" probably came too.

The collaboration between two evil gods in this world is truly chilling.

One more chapter, at most a little more.

(End of this chapter)