This scene unfolded so unexpectedly.
As the High Priest thrust the dagger into his heart, the altar in the entire Divine Hall seemed to come to life, suddenly blooming with a scarlet glow.
The bodies of the Blood Demon Cultists on the ground rapidly aged and withered, eventually turning to flying ash, while the controlled Blood Servants let out screams, bursting into clouds of blood mist...
Above the altar, the hideous eyeball suddenly erupted with profound darkness, and a trace of ancient and vicarious aura slowly rose above it.
Looking at the surprised girl, the High Priest strained to produce a smile:
"Cough cough cough... Your Majesty..."
"You wanted to stop the coming of our lord... but alas, you are about to fail."
"From the moment you killed our kin... the ritual had already begun."
"Our lord will remember you, no matter which Majesty you are, you will not escape our lord's gaze, even if you destroy this ritual, you will be marked by our lord!"
