The Shota Priest of the Big Sister Adventure Group

He was really afraid that Sigrid would grab him and ask him questions non-stop.

Although Sigrid seemed to have no ill intentions, her powerful strength frightened Sodros from the bottom of his heart.

When Sodros ran away, Sigrid did not try to stop him.

She just watched Sodros leave quietly, feeling a little lost.

She couldn't understand why she couldn't just talk to her properly? Was there something she did wrong? Sigrid had hardly ever interacted with humans since she was a child. She had always been in the dragon clan, listening to the teachings of her elders and teachers, or reading books by herself, and had no practical experience in dealing with the outside world. One of the reasons she left Dragon Island this time was to see more of the outside world.

Sigrid looked in the direction where Sodros disappeared, stood for a while, then turned and walked towards the tavern.

This tavern was where she went to gather information. There were all kinds of people in there, and the environment was smoky and foul.

But here, you can indeed get a lot of useful information.

Sigrid walked into the tavern and sat down in a corner.

The tavern was noisy, people were talking loudly, laughing and making noises. Sigrid ordered a glass of wine and sat quietly, watching the people around her and listening carefully to the surrounding movements.

A few adventurers were sitting around a large table not far away. A burly, bearded adventurer put his wine glass heavily on the table, spilling some of the wine. He said loudly, "Hey, guys, we're really unlucky to go to the 26th floor this time."

A tall, thin adventurer nearby frowned and asked, "What's wrong, Bill?"

Bill scratched his head and said, "We had just gone in a short distance when we encountered a group of little demons. They were very cunning and hid in the dark and threw magic bullets at us."

The tall and thin adventurer smacked his lips and said, "The little devil is indeed difficult to deal with. How did you escape?"

Bill took a big sip of wine, wiped his mouth and said, "It was all thanks to Tom's magic shield that we were able to block a lot of attacks."

Tom is a thin adventurer who wears glasses. He pushed his glasses and said, "But the shield couldn't last long. If I hadn't used a dispel magic to temporarily stun the little demons, we wouldn't have been able to get out."

At this time, a red-haired adventurer laughed and said, "You are lucky. The last time I went to the 27th floor, I was almost haunted by ghosts. Those ghosts float around and suddenly get into your body, making you unable to move."

Bill raised an eyebrow and said, "So how did you get out, Jack?"

Jack shrugged and said, "I had a prop with me that targeted spirits. It emitted light at the critical moment and scared away the ghosts. Otherwise, I would only be chatting with you in hell now."

They shared their adventures one after another, and Sigrid listened quietly, hoping to get some useful information from them.

She drank glass after glass, and time passed slowly.

After drinking several glasses of wine, she finally heard some useful news.

Two people were talking in low voices at the table next to them.

One of them whispered, "Hey, have you heard? Outside the city to the west, late tonight, a cult is said to be holding a ceremony to summon the devil."

Another person asked in confusion, "Huh? How could you know about this? Cults are something that everyone wants to fight against."

The first person said with a bit of complacency: “You don’t understand this, I heard that they want to sacrifice the masses, so they deliberately spread the news. Even if you are an official, you will be sacrificed.

The second person said in disbelief: "How is that possible? How can it make sense to tell these things? Then others will not go."

The first person shrugged and said, "Who knows? Anyway, I think it's fake. Maybe it's a trap set by the authorities to catch a cult."

Sigrid listened to their conversation and silently took a sip of wine from her large glass.

She kept the news in mind, thinking that she must go and see it when the time comes.

Sigrid sat in the tavern for a while, and when she saw there was no new news, she got up and left.

She walked along the streets of Allentown, looking at the surrounding buildings and the people coming and going.

As she walked, she thought about the demon world and the cult.

She has always had a strong curiosity about the demon world and wants to explore that mysterious place.

The cult incident in this small town may be an opportunity for her to find the entrance to the demon world.

Sigrid found an inn to stay in and rested in the room for a while.

She sat on the bed, closed her eyes, and imagined Sodros's panicked look.

She felt that the little boy must know a lot about the demon world, but he just didn't want to say it.

She thought that maybe she would have a chance to see him again in the future, and then she would make him tell her everything he knew.

Chapter 323: Blood Sacrifice: Blood God’s Skull and Skull Seat…

The night in Allentown is no longer pitch black. With the development of the city, many places have become brighter.

Corners that were previously dark are now equipped with lamps that emit soft light. Places that originally had lights have also been replaced with brighter lighting equipment. The streets are illuminated by lights, as if they are winding strips of light that connect the entire town. This light makes the night no longer silent, and the nightlife becomes richer.

Even at 8-9 o'clock in the evening, there was still a bustling crowd outside.

On the streets, people were walking leisurely. Some had just got off work, while others came out specifically to enjoy the excitement of the night.

Small vendors set out their goods on the roadside and shouted loudly, trying to attract the attention of passers-by.

The shops were also brightly lit, with customers coming in and out, picking out a variety of goods. The whole town presented a prosperous scene.

The most lively place is the red-light district.

This is a special area, full of ambiguous atmosphere.

The men entered from one side, their eyes wandering over the many women, trying to find the one that made their heart beat.

Once selected, he will take the woman into the room and spend the night together in that private space.

Women also have the right to choose. They enter from the other side, choose their favorite person from a group of men, and then walk into the room to enjoy their own happy time.

Here, no matter what race you are, human, orc, or any other race, no matter whether you are fat or thin, beautiful or ugly, as long as you can pay enough money, you can get the corresponding service.

The night was late, and in the early hours of the morning Sigrid quietly got up.

She gently raised her hand and cast the spell again to cover the pair of dragon horns on her head.

Under the effect of magic, the dragon horn gradually disappeared above her head, as if it had never existed.

Then she picked up the robe and carefully wrapped her body, layer by layer, until outsiders could no longer see her face and figure. She was full of mystery.

She was going to participate in a ceremony held by a cult. Although she felt deep down that this was probably fake, she also had a glimmer of hope in her heart. What if this ceremony was real? This contradictory mentality drove her to decide to find out.

Sigrid took some time and carefully made her way to the cult's location just outside the city.

There are already some people here, and everyone is wrapped up tightly and dressed very mysteriously, very similar to her style of dressing.

I guess no one wants to reveal their identity.

She stood aside silently, observing the people around her quietly. They all stood there quietly without any communication, and the atmosphere was depressing and mysterious.

As time passed slowly, by almost 2 o'clock, more than 10 people had gathered at the scene.

Still no one spoke, everyone just waited quietly.

In the middle, the cult member was kneeling on the wide ground, carefully drawing inexplicable runes.

In his hand he held a specially made magic wand, with a faint light flickering at the tip of the wand. As he moved, the light left traces on the runes.

He was painting with great concentration that beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but he had no intention of stopping.

Then, a man in a blood-red robe appeared.

He walked slowly and steadily to the center of the rune. After he stood still, he opened his arms and said loudly: "Welcome everyone, you are all people with aspirations and dreams.

Maybe you think our Demon King summoning ritual is a lie, but I can tell you that it is absolutely true! It's just... it takes a little nutrients to activate the formation and summon the Demon King!"

His voice echoed in the silent night sky, carrying a bewitching power.

After saying that, the man in the blood-red robe began to mutter strange words: "Blood sacrifice, blood god's skull offered to the skull throne..." The voice was low and hoarse, like a roar coming from the depths of hell.

The people around him couldn't understand what he was saying. They just felt that the spells were very difficult and obscure.

At this time, many people realized that something was wrong and wanted to run away.

Their eyes were filled with fear and their bodies stepped back unconsciously.

But after the man in the blood-red robe finished chanting the spell, transparent silk threads suddenly appeared. These threads seemed to have life and quickly connected all the people present together.

Then, blood-colored energy continuously flowed from everyone's body into the magic circle, and the magic circle suddenly emitted a bloody red light.

The red light grew brighter and brighter, illuminating the entire venue red, as if it were a sea of blood.

Moreover, these blood-colored threads not only connected those who participated in the ceremony, but also a large number of official personnel hiding in the dark were captured.

It turned out that the authorities had long been aware of this cult ritual and sent people to investigate secretly, but they did not expect to be involved in this dangerous situation.

They were also connected by those threads, and the blood energy in their bodies was also being absorbed.

Naturally, no one would hide anything at this time. The official adventurers took out their weapons and began to attack the man in the blood-red robe.

Shuqun and the others waved their swords and cast various magic spells in an attempt to stop this horrifying ritual.

8 However, all their attacks were ineffective. A blood-colored barrier suddenly appeared, like a solid fortress, blocking all attacks and protecting the magic circle and the cult members inside.

Those whose blood energy was sucked out quickly shrank in size. Their skin became dry and stuck tightly to their bones, just like the air in a balloon disappearing, and they soon became skeletons.

4 There was still fear in their eyes, but they were too weak to struggle.

There were still some powerful official adventurers who were still struggling. They gritted their teeth, veins popped on their foreheads, and tried their best to break free from the shackles of the silk threads. Their weapons kept hitting the blood-colored barrier, making a dull sound, and the magic light flickered on the barrier, but they could never break through.

The only person who was fine was Sigrid, whose energy was not absorbed. She opened her eyes wide, staring at the increasingly bright center, her heart full of anticipation. She didn't know what would appear inside, whether it would be the real demon king or the final revelation of a scam.

3 Her heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, and her hands unconsciously clenched the corners of her robe.

Just at this moment, the red light in the magic circle suddenly shot up into the sky, forming a huge vortex.

A powerful suction force came from the vortex, as if it was going to swallow up everything around it.

Those official adventurers who were still struggling to resist were also pulled by the suction force and gradually approached the magic circle.

There was a look of despair on their faces, but they were powerless to do anything.

Sigrid also felt the suction, but she herself was not pulled as forcefully as the others.

She decided to get closer to see what was going on. She moved cautiously towards the magic circle, taking every step carefully.

When she approached the magic circle, she saw a vague figure gradually taking shape in the center of the vortex.

The figure was tall and majestic, emitting a terrifying aura.

Suddenly, the figure let out a low laugh.

The laughter echoed throughout the venue, making people feel creepy.

When the man in the blood-red robe heard the laughter, an expression of ecstasy appeared on his face. He knelt on the ground, kowtowed to the figure continuously, and muttered some flattering words.

"Great Demon Lord, you have finally arrived!" The voice of the man in the blood-red robe trembled with excitement.

However, the figure did not respond to him, but instead turned his gaze to Sigrid.

"You, why are you not affected by my power?" The figure's voice sounded in Sigrid's mind, as if talking directly to her soul.

Sigrid was stunned for a moment. How should she answer? Or should she express her needs to the other party?

She thought this might be a good idea if the so-called demon king in front of her could communicate.

Chapter 324: Sigrid is upset about being stupid

The demon in front of him was shrouded in blood-red light as he slowly walked out of the magic circle.

It was covered in a suit of armor, and no one knew where it came from. The armor exuded a flamboyant aura, and its unique shape gave people a solid sense of security while looking handsome.

The demon has a pair of twisted horns on its head, which look very weird, just like ordinary spiral shapes.

Its skin was blood red as a whole, as if it had been stained with blood.

There were fangs in his mouth, with pale teeth showing under the fangs, emitting a sinister aura.

It has a tall and powerful body, more than 3 meters tall, and the muscles of its exposed arms are exaggeratedly bulging, as if containing endless power.

The thighs were bent like an animal, and although the body was covered with armor, the general shape of the body could still be seen.

At this moment, the man kneeling on the ground called out "Devil" in awe.

When the devil heard this name, an expression of enjoyment instantly appeared on his face, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose. He looked excited and happy, like a person who had received the highest honor.

The devil was in a good mood at the moment and slowly raised his hand.

I saw a blood-red light flying out from its palm, and the light was like a nimble little snake, flying quickly towards the cult leader.

The moment the light merged into the body of the cult leader, it was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, immediately triggering a series of changes.

The leader, who just maintained an ordinary human body and appearance, began to swell rapidly.