Chapter 92: Kneel! Ants!

Running forward rapidly, in less than two minutes, the group arrived at the street outside the farm.

At this moment, the entire farm could be seen enveloped in a strange green mist.

Within this green mist, all life had died, and the land had withered.

"Don't go in, don't get close! These are the fuel for the Primordial Flame. If we get close, our life force will be quickly drained by this fuel," Bart stepped forward and warned in advance.

"Save… save…" At that moment, a stout figure crawled with difficulty on the ground, trying to crawl out of the eerie mist.

"It's Morgan!" Silas recognized this stout man as the ringmaster of the circus, Mr. Morgan.

At this moment, Morgan was in a very bad state. His clothes and skin were severely corroded, and his stout body was decomposing into green particles and dispersing into the air at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Save me, please save me…" Morgan crawled while constantly begging.

Silas stood outside, unmoved, and sighed, "Sorry, before saving others, one must first preserve one's own life."

Morgan could no longer hear. At this moment, his two eyeballs fell out of their sockets and, before hitting the ground, decomposed into green particles and dissipated into the air, looking very terrifying.

Clack!

Silas found his Spirit Vision had increased by one point.

"Heretic who betrayed my Lord, you still dare to bring pagans to disrupt my Lord's descension ritual?" a gloomy voice sounded.

Silas turned his head and saw an old man with seven or eight people staring grimly in this direction.

"Oh? Taylan? You traitor still dare to appear before me?" Bart's face was also very grim. He took out his mystical armament staff and stared at Taylan.

"The ones who killed our people and lured the police here were also you, right?" On the other side, three people with strange bronze medals on their collars and gloomy faces appeared.

Silas naturally recognized this bronze medal; it was the symbol of the Apex Aether Research Institute.

"You are truly well-prepared," Silas said calmly, clutching his staff.

Taylan stared at Silas. "Since that Sorceress suddenly turned against us and helped you kill Grimman, I naturally had to be prepared."

"Was it you who had those ghouls lure her away?" Silas questioned in a low voice.

Taylan didn't intend to waste time and didn't answer. He raised his hand and said to the six people behind him, "Kill them!"

With that, Taylan placed his hands on his chest, muttered a few words, and instantly, a sinister wind blew.

A few seconds later, Silas suddenly felt the hairs on the back of his neck slowly stand on end.

Because he felt an invisible force blowing on the back of his neck from behind his head.

It was as if a ghost were following him.

"Be careful, he's a Spirit Medium, skilled in using souls for combat," Bart said, green flames igniting in his hand as he strode forward.

Judging by his momentum, it seemed he intended to kill all eight of them by himself.

Silas instantly opened his Spirit Vision and abruptly turned. The next second, he suddenly saw an illusory, ferociously terrifying evil spirit staring at him with wide eyes.

"Holy crap!" Instantly, Silas was completely terrified, his hair standing on end. His body abruptly retreated two steps, and at the same time, he recited the Mantra of Serenity to calm his frightened spirit.

"Lord Apostle!" Helles and the other instantly ran over, protecting Silas.

However, neither of them could perceive that frightening evil spirit at all.

At this moment, the evil spirit easily passed through the bodies of the two Demonesses, once again came before Silas, and raised its claw to grab Silas's head.

"Hmph!" At this moment, Silas, his spirit calmed, was much more composed. He suddenly snorted coldly through his spiritual energy.

Instantly, sound waves formed by spiritual energy spread out in ripples.

Ahhhh!

After being hit by these sharp ripples, this evil spirit instantly let out a miserable scream and turned to flee far away.

"Be careful!" Helles shouted, her body instantly turning to embrace Silas.

Silas asked, somewhat embarrassed, "What's wrong?"

Bernice moved her fingers slightly, and two steel ball bearings embedded in the scales on Helles's back flew into her hand.

"Firearms!?"

The next second, Silas suddenly understood.

"So that's how it is. Now everyone desires the ritual to proceed, and I have become the common enemy of these four cult organizations!"

Thinking this, Silas instantly turned his head to look into the pitch-black night. "There were three assassins, now two are left. Helles, Bernice, go find those two assassins and kill them!"

The two Demonesses immediately nodded upon hearing this, turned, and rushed out directly.

Shifting his attention, Silas looked at the three people from the Apex Aether Research Institute before him and said calmly, "Your ignorance and foolishness displease me greatly."

The three, upon hearing this, bared their teeth ferociously. Two of them took out bizarre bone knives made from human bones from their bosoms.

Then, with very swift movements, they rushed towards Silas.

"They should be mystics skilled in physical combat," Silas thought, clutching his staff, his whole body tensing.

The remaining one of the three took out a flute made from a human leg bone, placed it to his lips, and began to play softly.

"Musician!?" The melody, which sounded very melodious, immediately turned into an indescribable, harsh roar in Silas's ears.

This roar sounded very terrifying, making one's spirit tremble and feel uneasy.

"Quiet!" Silas opened his mouth and said loudly to the person playing the flute.

These two words mobilized most of Silas's spiritual energy.

And the effect of this spiritual energy was to generate special sound wave fluctuations and transmit them.

Screech…

Hearing Silas's voice, which sounded like a teacher scolding a student, the musician from the Apex Aether Research Institute suddenly heard an indescribable, harsh sound in his ears.

This harsh sound was very bizarre and unpleasant, as if countless strange, viscous things were being violently squeezed together.

At the same time, this bizarre sound made people extremely fearful and agitated, as if something indescribable lay behind it.

Clack!

Instantly, the musician found his Spirit Vision had suddenly increased by nine points.

The music stopped abruptly, and a heart-wrenching, terrifyingly harsh scream sounded.

The musician temporarily fell into a state of spiritual frenzy.

"What!?" The two who had already approached Silas were greatly alarmed upon hearing their companion's miserable scream, completely unable to understand what had happened.

"Never mind! Kill him!" The burly man closest to Silas was very experienced in combat. He paid no attention to his companion's miserable scream, and the dagger in his hand stabbed directly at Silas's head, intending to kill him in one blow.

Here, the body strengthened by griffin blood had naturally made considerable progress.

Silas abruptly lunged backward, barely dodging this fatal stab.

However, this person's speed was very fast. His other fist, like an iron hammer falling from the sky, smashed heavily onto Silas's back.

Thud!

This punch nearly took Silas's life, directly causing Silas to spit out a large mouthful of blood.

"This damn life! I'm not living it anymore!"

Silas's eyes turned bloodshot. Instantly, he unleashed all his remaining spiritual energy and roared, "Kneel! Ants!"

Following this roar full of majesty, the two simultaneously heard that soul-squeezing sound.

Ah! Ah!

As their Spirit Vision surged, the two threw down their weapons, knelt on the ground with their hands clutching their heads, trembling, their expressions frenzied.

Like their companion, they temporarily fell into a state of frenzy.