Chapter 146: Sacrifice Under the Blood Moon

The vast Blood Moon filled the entire night sky, that enormous moon looking as if it were about to fall from the sky and crash onto the ground.

The blood-red moonlight, like a layer of blood-colored gauze, enveloped everything in the world.

Silas widened his eyes and stared at the blood-red moonlight in the sky, but found that apart from feeling that the moonlight was very strange, he didn't have any special sensations.

Turning his head to look at the people beside him, they also showed no particular changes.

Even Luke, who had once been severely bestialized, showed no abnormalities.

After a moment of silence, Silas instantly understood. "So that's how it is. Because of the magic circle, the special moonlight of the Blood Moon has been nullified here."

"Look quickly!" Bernice suddenly said, pointing at the sky.

Everyone looked up and saw that the pitch-black magic circle from daytime had turned blood-red under the illumination of the blood-red moonlight.

When this blood-red color reached a certain extent, the countless runes on it began to rotate at high speed, like a running engine.

"Our protagonist has appeared," Luke said, pointing at the sky.

Following Luke's finger, Bishop Ron, wearing a gorgeous black and gold robe, was floating in mid-air. The magic book in his hand, Hymn of the Great Devouring Wyrm, was flipping rapidly.

Slowly spreading his arms, a crimson light suddenly shot out from Ron's eyes and shone onto the magic circle in the sky.

Immediately, a resonant voice spread throughout the entire city: "Children, offer sacrifices to our mother!"

Rumble…

Just as his voice fell, everyone felt the ground beneath their feet suddenly tremble violently.

As the ground cracked, countless massive Great Devouring Wyrms crazily surged out from beneath the ground, at least several hundred of them.

They were now gradually shrinking their bodies, becoming ten meters in size, and rampaging through the city, destroying people's houses.

Ahhhh…

Amidst piercing, miserable screams, citizens hiding in their rooms witnessed their appearance and instantly fell into a frenzy.

In just five minutes, the number of maddened citizens had increased more than tenfold.

Tens of thousands of maddened citizens, drawn by an invisible force, gradually converged towards the Holy Blood Cathedral.

"This madman!" Even Adeline, with her mature and stable mind, couldn't bear to see such a large-scale massacre.

Helles and Bernice were relatively calm. They just stood quietly beside Silas, seemingly waiting for something.

Silas stared at Ron in the sky, strode forward, and said, "Clear a path for me. I need to talk to him."

"That won't do!" A sharp dagger suddenly appeared behind Silas.

Bang!

Luke, on this side, instantly waved his hand, and a blood-red light flashed, knocking the dagger away.

"Ron was right. There are indeed experts around you." As Clausen's voice came, five ghouls and six mystics from the Cold Church also appeared simultaneously.

"Adeline, your performance last time disappointed me greatly," Claude said to Adeline first.

Adeline sneered. "I never promised you anything, and besides, I didn't harm anyone."

Claude held his forehead and sighed. "Indeed, the Archbishop was right. Sorceresses are indeed very cunning."

Silas stepped forward at this moment, slightly raised his chin, and said calmly, "Get out of the way."

Claude looked at Silas and smiled faintly. "I can see you're not ordinary. Ron needs some toys while he's waiting. Let him pass. We just need to block this bloodthirsty fellow."

Luke grinned upon hearing this. Under the blood-red moonlight, his wheat-colored face looked exceptionally ferocious.

"I have coveted the blood of the undead for a long time. I hope your blood has sufficient coagulability."

Claude, not to be outdone, picked up his dagger. "I think you should be careful about your back. The backstabs of us undead have caused the downfall of countless kings."

"Damn Sun Knights, damn backstabs. You have insulted the word 'sun'," the erudite Bernice thought of the ancient texts she had once seen, where those who called themselves Sun Knights always liked to sneakily backstab and ambush, causing the downfall of countless heroes in stories.

Claude spread his hands innocently. "That's their Sun Knights' habit; it has nothing to do with me. I like the moon, and I prefer to backstab openly and honorably!"

With that, his body instantly disappeared.

Hmph!

Luke snorted coldly. With a move of his body, Claude's body stumbled out of the shadows.

At this moment, he was bleeding from all seven orifices, looking very frightening.

"Praise the moon. Truly worthy of being a Bleeder from the Labyrinth of Holy Blood. You can actually break my undead curse and make me bleed?" Claude wiped the blood from his face, his expression somewhat grave.

Luke grinned. "Don't worry, this is just the beginning."

On the other side, Virginia's loud shout was heard: "Super Invincible Radiant Purification Holy Sword!"

As she shouted, the greatsword in her hand, almost as large as her body, instantly lit up with a dazzling light. Then, with a fierce swing forward, it actually shot out a sword qi.

"Dodge!" Several ghouls nimbly dodged and prepared to flee into the shadows.

"Holy Radiance Lord's Hammer of Judgment!"

Bang!

Although the name was long and very chunibyo, the effect was outstanding.

The sword qi was just a feint. As the ghouls dodged, Virginia's body suddenly rushed forward, arriving beside a ghoul. The greatsword was raised high and smashed down, and a pile of minced meat appeared as a result.

"Abyss Demon Dragon Emissary! Give me a hand! And Lord of Steel Control, Holy Sword Apostle of the Radiant Goddess, I need your help!" Virginia shouted at Helles and Bernice while attacking.

The two demonesses' eyelids twitched continuously at being called like this by Virginia, but they still directly attacked.

Helles went for pure physical attacks. She completely violated the rules of mystical duels that Barton had mentioned, rushing up without a word and, regardless of the consequences, tearing off the enemy's head meant victory.

But this time, it wasn't very fortunate. Among the opposing mystics, three were beings who excelled in physical strength.

On the other side, the obese middle-aged man among those mystics bowed slightly to Adeline. "Please rest assured, madam. After I enjoy your body for a while, I will grant you a swift death."

Adeline smiled charmingly. "Is that so? But I'm worried about your body."

As she spoke, a series of ice lances had already shot over.

...

While the battle was raging here, Silas advanced quietly, accompanied by tens of thousands of maddened citizens.

When they arrived at the entrance of the cathedral, an incredibly bloody event occurred.

Countless blood-red flames suddenly appeared under the feet of the maddened citizens rushing into the Holy Blood Cathedral. These flames burned their bodies in a bizarre manner.

Ahhhh…

Amidst tragic screams that rent the air, tens of thousands of people died violent deaths.

Their bodies melted into a strange, pitch-black liquid that slowly seeped into the ground and disappeared.

And then, the second wave of tens of thousands arrived.

Looking at these innocent citizens constantly rushing to their deaths, Silas's hands trembled, but his eyes became even deeper and more distant.

Raising his head, he looked at Ron in the sky and said in a low voice, "You are playing with fire, you despicable insect!"