At this moment, Mil once again became the focus of everyone’s attention, and the villagers nearby stepped forward and tied him up in a few quick movements.
The Church members were badly wounded by the backlash just now…
With no one to purify and bless, the cursed prostitute continuously exuded a chilling aura, causing everyone present to lose their strength.
A Level Six Abyssal Demon, equivalent to a Level Four Calamity, would require at least 50 Holy Knights and 3 Level Five White Mages to contend with.
“Mil! It’s you again… you traitor of the Abyss!”
Barton pointed at Mil, cursing loudly, then waved his hand:
“Come! Sacrifice that kid for me first!”
“Wait a minute! I’m… Mmph—!”
Before he could finish speaking, the person next to him stuffed Mil’s clothes into his mouth, tied him up with a rope, and dragged him towards the altar.
“Let Mil go, he’s… Mmph—!”
Before Lilith could finish her sentence, her mouth was also gagged by the person next to her…
Meanwhile, her classmates around them began to resist:
“Let Mil go! He’s a hero of the Holy City!”
“Let him go, if you have the guts, come at me!”
“Barton, you bastard, you’ll regret this!”
Lilith, standing nearby, was puzzled; why were these people shouting without having their mouths gagged?
Barton smiled, gently stroking the woman’s large belly, and sighed:
“Although the Erotic Enchantress was provoked by you and couldn’t achieve her most complete form, so many people as sacrifices should barely make up for it.”
The Cultists carried Mil to the center of the altar and pressed his head down onto the bed.
The woman’s belly suddenly caved in, then a slit opened, from which a fleshy strip, like a tongue, extended and transformed into a stunningly beautiful woman.
She gently cupped Mil’s face, and waves of light shimmered in her purplish-red eyes…
“Mil! Don’t look at her eyes! You absolutely must not be enchanted by her!”
The Bishop desperately warned him, but far from being enchanted, Mil only felt disgusted…
Barton walked over to Mil, leaned down, and looked at his face, mocking him:
“Hmph! Mil, to be honest, I still admire you, but you never guessed, did you? Besides Jack, I’m also a follower of the Abyss! Despite your countless schemes, you even managed to defeat Jack, but it’s a pity you ultimately miscalculated!”
“Mmph—!”
After speaking, Barton opened the scripture in his hand and began to recite the prayer:
“Great Demon God apopis! We are your most devout followers! Your most loyal servants! We have long offered our souls to the Abyss! Only to defend your divine throne with our lives! Please acknowledge our desires and greed, and here… I shall purge the traitors of the Abyss and offer new sacrifices for the birth of the Erotic Enchantress!”
The surrounding villagers all lowered their heads and began chanting ancient and mysterious incantations.
Mil was stunned. These Cultists were planning to sacrifice the Demon God’s Child to the Enchantress? You guys are really something!
“Mmph—! Mmph—! Mmph, mmph, mmph—!”
As the sacrifice ritual began, a ghostly green light began to emanate from the ground.
The woman who had emerged from the belly still held Mil’s face, wearing a strange smile, and black blood began to flow from her seven orifices.
Everyone had completely despaired; even if the Holy City sent reinforcements now, they might not be able to contend with it.
Barton raised the black scripture in his hand and let out a… joyful laugh:
“Erotic Enchantress, sink into all the beauty of the world, fall into the love nest where night descends, let the impure fluid contaminate the most sacred…”
Mil felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and his soul seemed to be on the verge of being sucked away by something…
“Poof…”
Barton’s prayer was only halfway through when he suddenly trembled, spat out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed onto the ground…
And the villagers and Cultists participating in the ritual fell one after another, like dominoes.
“Ah—!”
The Enchantress, who had been holding Mil’s face, suddenly let go, letting out a piercing shriek, twisting her body frantically, and scratching her own face with her hands…
Then, her body rapidly decayed, her flesh seemed to melt, turning into a black liquid.
Everyone was somewhat bewildered by the scene before them, but Mil had already guessed the outcome…
Cracks reappeared on the ground, erupting with dark purple flames, and crimson iron chains bound the surrounding Cultists, dragging the Enchantress’s corpse along with them into the cracks.
Everything returned to calm…
Seeing the demon host disappear, people looked at each other, then erupted in a deafening cheer.
Without the demon’s suppression, the knights broke free from their restraints and then untied everyone else.
“Does everyone still remember the prophecy we talked about during lunch?”
“Oh! Those with firm faith will receive divine blessing. Not only will they not be sacrificed alive, but they will also cause those Cultists to suffer a backlash?”
“As expected of the Holy Maiden’s brother! The prophecy has come true, Mil is simply like a Holy Son!”
Everyone spoke animatedly, one after another, so passionately that Mil almost believed it himself…
Mil sat dumbfounded in his spot, gazing at the location where the Enchantress had disappeared…
What exactly had he been busy with all day?
Now that the ingredients for the magic potion were gone, what about Diana’s Holy Sword?
Meanwhile, Lilith squatted beside him with a contented smile, teasing:
“So… this is how you sold out all the demons during the lecture?”
“Shut up!”
“Or perhaps you could try harder and make sure the chaos holy stone’s seal can never be broken again?”
“None of your business!”
…
It is said that far back in the mythical era, the Demon God cast His shadow upon the Atla Continent.
The Demon God’s Child was conceived, and He incited nations, swayed human hearts, and demons awakened from the Abyss.
A thousand years ago, a group of heroes emerged, invincible and triumphant, who, with their mortal bodies, fought their way to the deepest part of the Abyss.
To end the Demon God’s Child, they stripped His essence from His body and sealed it within the chaos holy stone, causing His soul to utterly perish.
However, Sibyl’s Golden Prophecy once mentioned…
A thousand years later, the Demon God’s Child would be reborn, and at that time, He would unify the entire Atla.
On top of the Black Forest’s tower, Black Mage Ibon closed the thick history book.
Unlike other prophecies, Sibyl’s Golden Prophecy was a predetermined fact, bound to happen.
For Ibon, before the chaos holy stone was unsealed, it was his only chance to usurp divine power.
Beside him sat his distinguished guest, the Third Prince of the Empire:
“Ibon, the Erotic Enchantress is gone. What do you plan to do next?”
The two had just received the news through their familiar, and Ibon was also looking troubled at this moment:
“This Demon God’s Child is not as easy to deal with as I imagined. He deliberately pushed Mil to the forefront, using him to clear out those disloyal individuals.”
“Ibon, I’m not interested in your path to the Abyss. Now that the Enchantress is gone, what do you plan to do about Diana?”
The Third Prince was a bit impatient, and Ibon also seemed to have a headache, looking at the fat pig beside him with a hint of disdain…
Once he became the Demon God’s Child and ruled the entire world, what empire would there be then?
He sighed, frowned, and perfunctorily said:
“Don’t rush. I’ll think of another way. How are the First Prince’s plans progressing?”
“Using a puppet to replace my brother, taking the two demons, and then committing suicide to frame Diana. But without the magic potion, Diana is, after all, a Holy Sword wielder, so it might not be so easy to kill her.”