Chapter 143: The Summoning Begins

Holy Blood Cathedral, Bishop's Bedroom.

Ron sat upright in his chair, his already recovered eyes flickering with an eerie blood-red light. He had just listened to his subordinate's report, his face somewhat grim.

Beside him stood Mayor Arnold, motionless like a puppet.

"I really didn't expect you to actually suspect me," Ron said calmly.

In front of him, bound hand and foot, knelt Logan.

Logan was not in good shape at this moment, with multiple wounds on his body, looking very miserable.

Logan slightly raised his head and looked at him casually. "I can only say you were too hasty in forcing Jeros away, which made him suspicious."

"Since you know what happened that night, you should be very clear about the gap between you and me. I ask you, why did you risk your life to save Silas?" Ron asked in a low voice.

Logan smiled and asked, "You probably haven't heard that bell sound, have you!"

"Bell sound? What bell sound?" Ron frowned.

Logan didn't answer, directly changed the subject, and questioned in a low voice, "When did you flip?"

"Ha, your insight is truly sharp," Ron chuckled lightly.

Then, Ron stood up. "Two years ago, that battle allowed me to glimpse the truth of the world. It was also that year that my Spirit Vision broke through 85."

"You madman!" Logan cursed in a low voice.

Ron grinned. "Afterward, I discovered that everything the Church said was a lie. They said that if Spirit Vision exceeds 75, a person's personality will undergo a huge flip due to detaching from human form. If it exceeds 85, they will go completely mad, detach from human form, and become a monster."

He spread his arms as he spoke, his expression very joyful. "However, my Spirit Vision is now 90, and I have even directly looked at His existence. I am still in a flipped state and have not entered the so-called madman state."

"You should thank me. I am the pioneer for you benighted people. I have explored a brand new path for you," Ron said with a proud expression.

Logan sneered. "So you plan to slaughter the people of the entire city as sacrifices?"

"There will definitely be some sacrifices in the face of exploring true knowledge. Have you forgotten the people who died during the invention of gunpowder, airships, steam engines, and firearms? Have you forgotten how many people went mad when translating ancient sounds into runes? Hmph, the deaths of our ancestors are called dedication and sacrifice, but when it comes to me, it becomes a massacre?"

Logan coughed, his voice hoarse as he retorted, "Indeed, many people sacrificed themselves in the process of exploration, but don't forget. The reason our sacrificed ancestors are remembered is because of their bravery and fearlessness. They sacrificed themselves, not others!"

"How do you know I am not sacrificing myself!!!!" Ron suddenly turned his head and roared at Logan.

Logan closed his eyes and didn't argue. The kind bishop from before had already undergone a huge personality flip due to Spirit Vision issues. It was pointless to reason with such a person.

"Ron, we've been through life and death together. I hope you can promise me not to implicate those clergymen in the Holy See," Logan said weakly, seeming to be on his last legs.

Ron squatted down and gently supported this former life-and-death comrade. He said calmly, "I cannot decide everything. The human element is near; next, it will be up to Him to judge."

"You fellow!" Logan was so angry he spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

"Take him down and lock him up with that group of clergymen."

"Yes!" Father Gael, who had lost an arm, said in a low voice.

"Activate all the mechanisms of the church and release all prohibitions. This ultimate magic circle, which hasn't been used for almost a hundred years, should also play its role."

"Yes!"

After a series of instructions, Ron looked at the night sky outside the window and said with a smile, "Tomorrow night's sky will be even more beautiful."

"I will provide protection for your summoning, but afterward, please abide by your agreement. The Holy Grail documents He draws out are ours."

From the shadows, the middle-aged man, still in a chef's uniform, slowly walked out.

Ron, without turning his head, asked, "Clausen, I'm very curious. As an undead, why did you join the Cold Church? Even if you joined the Nameless Old King, I wouldn't be surprised."

This man named Clausen casually sat down. "A coincidence, I guess. They happened to dig me out of my grave, so I joined. Anyway, living isn't very interesting."

"Then what are your plans? For someone as steady as you, it's too much of a waste to keep helping ghouls," Ron asked.

Clausen waved his hand. "Me, steady? Haha, that's because you don't know me very well. My true nature is very malicious. As for why I can get along so well with ghouls, it's because…"

A strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "I don't mind eating people either."

Instantly, the air became somewhat heavy.

"Haha, just kidding. We undead experience varying degrees of schizophrenia over the long years to cope with the countless eons and different eras. What you see is merely my surface personality in this era. Believe me, you wouldn't want to see my true nature."

Ron didn't continue. "In an hour, the magic circle will activate. I need you to take your people and help me eliminate all unstable factors."

Clausen stood up. "That interesting little youngster?"

"Not just him. If it were just him, I wouldn't need to bother. There are others around him. Help me stabilize that unstable factor. After tomorrow night, we will step into a brand new world!"

...

In the dark night, the group returning by carriage had just arrived at Silas's home to rest for a bit.

Then, everyone clearly felt a violent flash of spiritual energy.

Adeline raised her head and looked out the window, her face grave. "Something is happening."

Luke looked ahead. "The formation has activated."

In the dark night, a pitch-black, straight beam of light shot up into the sky from the Holy Blood Cathedral.

Following this beam of light, sixteen other beams appeared around the city.

The sixteen beams completely enveloped the entire city. Mystical power gradually spread, and in the dark night sky, a huge magic circle, invisible to the naked eye, gradually formed.

Buzz, buzz, buzz…

A faint sound, its origin unknown, came. People sleeping in the dark night uncontrollably walked out onto the streets.

Under the moonlight, their stomachs suddenly flickered with an eerie, hazy grey light.

In the moonlight, their stomachs could be seen gradually swelling, and the structure of their bodies began to distort.

Finally, their entire bodies collapsed to the ground, turning into piles of boneless, minced flesh.

Swish!

A large hole suddenly burst open in their backs. Numerous things, their bodies flashing with countless bizarre patterns, crawled out from the human bodies. After wriggling on the ground a few times, they turned their heads and devoured the corpses of these pitiful humans completely, then silently burrowed into the ground.

Afterward, it seemed as if nothing had happened, but hundreds of humans had completely disappeared.

Adeline's eyes widened, and she dared not make a sound. She felt her Spirit Vision increase by another two points, and it was precisely this increase that allowed her to barely make out those incredibly bizarre and disgusting things.

Her body couldn't help but tremble, and she wanted to clench her fists but found that her body had no strength left.

Leaning against the wall and sitting down, Adeline's mature and beautiful face, like that of a frightened little girl, was so pale and terrified.

"How can there be so many adult Great Devouring Wyrms here?" Adeline turned her head and asked Luke.

Luke's face was grave. "So that's how it is. The moving magic circle was like this. They are the contents and composition of the entire sacrificial magic circle. They had been hiding in human bodies before, moving back and forth with people every day, so they couldn't be detected at all. Now that the time is ripe and the framework of the magic circle has been established, this place already belongs to their territory, and there is no longer any need to hide."