Who taught him to restore the country like this?

Normally, the energy in the second stage cannot be used to sacrifice multiple sacrifices alone.

Everyone has no doubt about him.

More than twenty cultists walked into the altar and stood at the edge to activate the sacrificial ceremony.

"Do you want to change the speech?" They looked at Ron.

"You guys continue with the usual blessings, and I'll try some different ones." Ron gave them a heads-up in advance.

His eyes swept over these evil believers.

These people's eyes sparkled with curiosity and desire for the improved technology of the Beginning of the End, and they had already lost their vigilance against the unknown.

"let's start."

The crowd, unaware of anything unusual, began chanting prayers calling upon the God of the End.

"The master of death and destruction, the great god of the end..."

The sacrificial ceremony is like a daily routine for them, and they can cooperate tacitly without too much instruction.

As their loud chanting rang out, the entire altar seemed to come alive, and the rune lines drawn with mercury and blood began to emit an ominous glow.

hum-

Soon, a great force descended.

The expressions of all the believers inside and outside the altar became solemn and dignified.

The Lord of the End is about to start eating.

They stopped chanting and stared quietly at the offerings on the altar, just as they were expecting how this sacrifice would be different from the previous ones.

"Uh-"

Suddenly a terrified voice rang out.

The sound came from the altar, but not from the sacrifice near the center of the altar, but from... the believers standing around the altar maintaining the sacrificial ceremony.

"No...what's going on?!"

"My power... is being drained away?"

"West, why is this happening?"

"What on earth did you do?"

"West, make Him stop..."

More and more cries of fear were heard from the altar.

They discovered to their horror that the power in their bodies, including their vitality, was being rapidly devoured by the God of the End whom they revered.

They looked at Ron, who was calm and composed, and finally realized that they had been deceived.

But it was too late to realize it now.

They wanted to leave the altar, but it was as if their feet had taken root, and a powerful force nailed them to the spot.

Their skin shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye, their eye sockets became sunken, their hair turned gray and withered, and their screams quickly became weak and hoarse, eventually turning into desperate whimpers.

After more than ten seconds, the runes around the altar quickly dimmed and dissipated, leaving only Ron, three sacrifices, and more than twenty piles of ashes on the field.

Chapter 141 Familiar Forbidden Magic

The sacrifice was over and silence fell around the altar.

Snow flakes began to fall again, landing on the astonished faces of the three 'sacrifices'.

They stared at each other in shock, not understanding why the evil god's altar was activated but they were fine.

Instead, those evil cultists were... sacrificed?!

What just happened?

The Evil God Cult...is having internal strife?

Da da da……

Footsteps sounded.

The three people who survived the disaster were suddenly shocked.

The evil cultist who sacrificed all his colleagues was walking towards them.

Although there was only one evil god cultist left in the area at this time, it could not change their fate of being preyed upon.

The nearest sacrifice was a middle-aged man. He stared with hatred at the evil cultist who walked towards him, and made grunting sounds through his mouth which was tied with hemp rope.

Just when he was cursing the most, he felt the restraints on his body... being released!

The middle-aged man's fierce voice suddenly died down.

Ding!

Before he could react, a handful of sword was thrown in front of him.

"Go and remove the restraints from them," Ron said calmly.

The middle-aged man sat up, stared blankly at the dagger Ron threw at him, then looked up at Ron: "You..."

"Go!"

Ron's expression became dignified.

"Yes."

The middle-aged man subconsciously surrendered to this majesty, quickly stood up, picked up a knife, and went to rescue others.

Ron slowly turned around and looked in the direction he had run from before with a worried look on his face.

Hongyun Town was unusually quiet.

The fight between two fifth-level bosses shouldn't be so quiet.

At some point, the huge and powerful noise of the confrontation disappeared.

This situation should be... the fight is over?

That's not right. It's over in just a few minutes?

According to his estimation, it would take at least half an hour for the two to decide the winner, so how could it be so soon...

Ok?

Ron was analyzing the situation when he suddenly felt a fierce murderous intent locked onto him.

Without any hesitation, he used all four alloy rods at the first opportunity.

Suddenly, four elemental puppets appeared in front, behind, left and right of Ron - two wind elemental puppets and two earth elemental puppets.

After the sacrifice just now, the power of faith in his body is enough to perform third-level skills. Combined with the Heart of the White Lion, it can be transformed into a fifth-level elemental puppet.

Bang!

A group of evil energy attacks coming from the front were blocked by the wind elemental puppet.

The commotion here made the people who were rescuing people behind stop.

"Wester, you're really good at hiding it."

A voice came from the street ahead.

When they saw that the person walking out of the snow-covered street was Kocher, despair immediately appeared on the faces of those who had just been reborn.

Ron looked a little surprised when he saw Kocher.

Perhaps Kocher could win a long war of attrition, but he couldn't imagine how Kocher would kill Karim in such a short time.

He sensed it.

Ok?

Kalim is still alive.

what's the situation?

Kalim was repelled?

"No, these are just some cheap little tricks." Ron responded calmly, suppressing his confusion.

He secretly observed Kocher's condition. His clothes were basically intact and his breathing was steady. He didn't look like he had experienced a life-and-death battle at all.

"Hmph, it's so comfortable for you to hide in the back." Kocher snorted coldly.

"Priest Kocher, you misunderstood me. I came back just to prepare the altar for you so that you can end the battle and recover your strength." Ron explained.

"What about the altar you prepared?"

"I'm still preparing, but I didn't expect you, Priest Kocher, to come so soon." Ron said.

"Really?" Kocher turned his head to look at the people behind Ron who had been untied.

How could he not see that the person in front of him was not West at all?

His gaze returned to Ron, and without piercing his point, he simply said in a calm tone, "Continue preparing."

"Ok."

Ron replied with a narrowed-eye smile, but his body didn't move at all.

The two remained in a stalemate for a moment.

"Why don't you get ready?" Kocher's voice turned cold.

"Excuse me, Priest Kocher, where is the madman who came to our door?" Ron asked in a worried tone.

"He ran away." Kocher replied indifferently.

"That won't do," Ron said worriedly, "If he fights back while I'm preparing, the consequences will be disastrous. Priest Kocher, please kill him first!"

As soon as these words came out, a terrifying pressure suddenly emanated from Kocher's body, like a real mountain, pressing down heavily on Ron and the twenty sacrifices behind him.

The air seemed to freeze, and the wind and snow stopped.

The sacrifices who had just gained freedom were instantly pressed to the ground, their faces turned as pale as paper, and even breathing became extremely difficult.