Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

Li Xianyu immediately activated his Sacred Domain, taking over the defensive duties from Paul. Then, Paul unleashed a powerful sword strike!

"Martial Arts Technique: Cross Judgment!"

Those mercenaries who attacked them were all cleaved into mincemeat with a single sword strike!

"Boom!"

The walls collapsed, the floor shattered, and the entire three-story building crumbled and collapsed under the full force of the Gold-level attack!

Smoke and dust filled the sky.

Cheng Cheng leaped out of the ruins and landed on the street.

He hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath—

"Da da da da da—!!!"

Gunfire erupted again! Bullets came from all directions!

Cheng Cheng raised his head.

The surrounding buildings—the rooftops of those tall and short buildings—were suddenly filled with people!

Nearly a hundred soldiers stood atop different buildings, holding various firearms—rifles, machine guns, sniper rifles—their dark muzzles all pointed towards the ruins.

"Fire!"

At a single command, the metal storm swept in once more!

Chapter 48, The Secret Cultists' Blood Sacrifice Summons the Demon Lord; Instructor Cheng Points His Sword at the Bear, Wolf, and Dog

"Be careful--!"

Paul roared, and bullets rained down like a storm, causing the sanctuary's light to dim at a visible speed!

If he only expands his Sanctuary to just enough to protect himself, he would naturally be unafraid of these guns and ammunition with his Gold Saint strength—but he has too many people to protect, and if his Sanctuary is expanded too much, it will naturally be more vulnerable!

"Boom—Boom—Boom—!!!"

Machine guns, rifles, and even rocket launchers—all the firepower was poured onto that crumbling holy site!

"Snap—"

The sanctuary was shattered.

Paul grunted and flew backward, smashing through a wall, and the remaining bullets rained down like a storm!

"The Eye of the Wind King!"

Freya clasped her hands together, and a huge tornado rose out of thin air, engulfing the bullets!

"The Corpse Immortal of Ten Thousand Industries!"

Li Xianyu's coffin burst open, and the monster made of countless fragments soared into the sky, using its body to block the remaining bullets!

"Fire!"

Luke's furious roar rang out.

The dozen or so surviving cultists finally found their chance, set up their rifles, and pulled the triggers on the people on the rooftops!

"Da da da da—!!!"

The two sides began firing at each other across the Myriad Corpse Immortals. Bullets crisscrossed in the air, forming a dense net of fire. People kept falling from the top of the building, and cultists kept being shot and falling to the ground!

Cheng Cheng, hiding behind the ruins, sighed deeply, then reached out his hand to the ambushers on the rooftop:

Let's congratulate these grooms—

Happy wedding! May you live a long and happy life together!

Red threads sprouted from the bodies of the ambushers. With a forceful wave of Cheng Cheng's hand, these low-ranking soldiers, below the silver tier, flew up one after another, heading towards the person in the center. Then—

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The sounds of flesh colliding echoed one after another, quickly forming a huge mountain of flesh!

This mountain of flesh consisted of dozens of people, their limbs intertwined, shamelessly engaging in group cultivation in public. Dozens of heads grew out of the fleshy ball, some crying and some laughing, their dozen or so mouths agape in silent screams.

The remaining men were terrified and dropped their weapons, fleeing in panic!

"call……"

Finally solved.

Are these people out of their minds? A Silver-ranked player leading a group of armed ordinary people, acting like they're trying to assassinate a team of two Gold-ranked and two Silver-ranked players?

The Liu Group, the cult of the Primordial God...

I'll have to settle accounts with them when I get back.

Cheng Cheng turned his head, just about to say something, when he saw the little boy from before struggling to get up from the ruins.

He's not dead?

Cheng Cheng raised his hand and fired a shot.

The boy, shot in the chest, trembled for a moment, but still managed to stand up, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Cheng Cheng:

“Sylvia…you people who distort the doctrine are truly despicable.”

“How can you arbitrarily alter the doctrines of the primordial demons?” He paused, raised his head, and looked at the gray sky. “You have angered them. The gods will bring down divine punishment.”

"All of you, heed my command! Commit suicide and die!"

As soon as the words fell, the countless limbs on the ball of flesh began to move. Their previously chaotic thoughts, influenced by the wedding flame, were now dominated by a unified will. They picked up weapons from the ground and aimed them at their respective heads—

"boom--!"

"boom--!"

"boom--!"

Gunshots rang out incessantly as dozens of heads exploded simultaneously, splattering blood everywhere!

Black smoke began to gush from the shattered skulls, growing thicker and thicker, twisting, churning, and converging in the air like a living thing, forming a huge vortex.

At the center of the vortex, something is taking shape.

"I declare the original cause, the reason for suppressing the soul, that I was permitted to perform the incantation, to summon demons and gods, and to be filled with awe and fear of divine might..."

A massive magic circle suddenly burst into flames, engulfing the entire block and instantly isolating Cheng Cheng and the others from the outside world!

The boy stood outside the safe circle of fire, arms outstretched, laughing loudly to the sky:

"The offerings indicated by the oracle have been gathered. In the name of Corey Blaine, offer the flesh and soul within the ring of fire to the Primordial Demon God—"

"Welcome, Daughter of Death, the great demon 'Grim Reaper'!"

Cheng Cheng and the others immediately went on high alert.

The ritual is complete, and it seems there's no time to stop it—the sacrificial rituals of the cultists are quite substantial. Back then, Cicero alone could summon the demon burned at the stake. Now, in the dungeon, so close to the abyss, I wonder which being this ritual will summon.

One second passed, two seconds passed, three seconds passed...

Nothing happened.

The little boy was stunned.

How is this possible? Why didn't anything happen? Did the primordial demon abandon us?

This is impossible!

It's important to understand that the Primal Demons have an insatiable desire to invade reality, requiring extremely high real-time performance in their response chain, eliminating any pain point related to high latency. As a result, the Primal Demons have reached the industry ceiling in terms of user stickiness, precisely penetrating the user's mind, constructing a closed-loop ecosystem between supply and demand, and achieving end-to-end delivery from offerings to divine pronouncements. This has enabled standardized reuse and agile iteration of business logic, forming the core competitive barrier of the Primal Demons cult…

However, this time the demons did not respond to the believers' sacrifices or come out to collect the offerings.

This is like a college student not kneeling before an undergraduate, a tentacle monster not doing anything bad after capturing a magical girl, or Cheng Cheng not playing "Yuanshen"... This is an unprecedented anomaly!

why!

Unless one of these sacrifices possesses a legendary-level Kingdom Blessing ritual, capable of blocking the demon's gaze from the abyss—but that's practically impossible!

This level of ceremony requires three legendary figures—the Pope, the Saintess, and the Sage—to personally preside over it, lasting three days and three nights and consuming hundreds of millions of credits... Only kings and crown princes of various countries are qualified to receive this blessing to prevent their leaders from being controlled by demons. Apart from them, even legends are not qualified to do this!

You're telling me there's a crown prince among these sacrificial offerings?

How could that be? Haha...

impossible?

"Ah!"

Freya couldn't help but sneeze, feeling like someone was talking about her in her mind.

It should be Sylvia, right?

"Why...why don't the demons respond to me..."

As the smoke gradually dissipated and the fire circle slowly extinguished, the little boy knelt on the ground, heartbroken, muttering to himself.

“You’re already crying.” Cheng Cheng sighed. “If you ask me, brother, you should just say a few words. Who knows if the Demon God can hear you or not?”

Having said that, he raised his hand and pulled the trigger again.

"boom."

A bloody hole exploded between the little boy's eyebrows.

His eyes widened, and his body fell straight backward. Finally, the surroundings became completely quiet.

Cheng Cheng lowered his gun and took a deep breath.

He turned around and looked at his team—

Of the twenty cult members, thirteen remained. Seven lay in pools of blood, never to rise again.

Paul crawled out of the rubble, clutching his chest, his face pale. His Golden Sanctuary had been shattered, and he had suffered serious internal injuries. Li Xianyu's Myriad Corpse Immortal was missing half its power; fragments shattered by bullets were scattered on the ground, but with the fleshy mass on the ground replenishing it, it would soon recover.

Freya was panting heavily; the wind magic had drained her energy, and she was swaying precariously.

"Take a headcount of the wounded," Cheng Cheng said in a deep voice. "Bandage wounds, collect ammunition. We—"

Before he could finish speaking, the ground began to shake again...

"boom……"

Heavy footsteps came from afar.