On a small island in the South Pacific. Nine figures covered in black robes gathered together. Under their feet was a huge magic circle. The lines of the magic circle were slowly wriggling, like thick blood vessels. In the center of the magic circle stood a man with blue hair and golden eyes. He was the saint leader Nicolaide. The god shouted loudly like crazy at this time. "My respected master, the stars are about to move to the right position." "Your mansion will emerge from the bottom of the sea." "Your divine light will cover the earth again." "In three days, you can wake up from your slumber."
As he spoke, countless believers covered in gray robes slowly walked into the huge magic circle. Their expressions were extremely fanatical, like a pilgrimage. Nicolaide waved his hand. "Believers, offer your flesh and blood to the great Cthulhu." "Your souls will gain eternal life in his mansion." "The great Cthulhu will not forget your dedication." Hearing Nicolaide's words, the believers in gray robes began to twist their limbs. They stood in the center of the magic circle and danced a sacrificial dance. The limbs twisted in a strange posture. Niklaide watched these believers quietly. As if they were tireless, they twisted their bodies faster and faster. Until finally, their flesh and blood exploded and turned into blood mist. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. The blood slowly condensed into a red mist, covering the entire magic circle. At the same time, another group of believers in gray robes appeared. They walked into the magic circle together, and then continued to twist until their flesh and blood exploded. As the blood-red mist became thicker. A dark brown cloud appeared out of thin air above the magic circle. When Nicolaide saw this scene, his golden pupils burst into divine light.
The next moment, blood rained down. The blood fell on the magic circle, and the textures of those magic circles instantly seemed to come alive. They devoured the blood frantically, which also made their textures thicker. At this moment, with a strange sound of flesh and blood wriggling. In the center of the magic circle, a flesh and blood gate slowly condensed. Chaotic mumbling came from inside the door. Hearing this mumbling, Nicolaide knew that he had succeeded. "It's almost there, it's almost there." "All preparations have been made, just wait for the stars to return to the correct position, and the awakening ceremony can begin." His tone was a little hurried, as if he couldn't wait. At this time, he turned his head and looked at a figure shrouded in black robes. "Pope, has the spiritual assimilation of the thirty high priests been completed?" The third seat of the saints - the pope, he looks like an old man with some gray hair. The age spots on his face made him look quite kind. "Chief, they are all ready to dedicate their souls to the Lord." Niclade nodded. He was very satisfied with the Pope as a subordinate, and he never caused trouble for him. All the things he arranged were completed in an orderly manner by the Pope. In comparison, the other seven gave him a headache. Especially the gambler. When he thought of the gambler's bet with him, he had the urge to sacrifice the gambler directly. Thinking of this, his eyes fell on the gambler, and his eyes were full of coldness. Feeling Nicolade's gaze, the gambler looked directly at him without fear. "I hope you can still rebel like this after the Lord wakes up." After Nicolade snorted in his heart, he looked at the arrogant-Lucilla. "Lucilla, did you get the list of the containment that the jailer planned to use this time?" Lucilla seemed to be much more restrained at this time. Perhaps it was because she failed to catch He Shang and exposed her identity.
She was no longer as arrogant as before. Hearing what Nicolaide said, Lucilla was stunned for a moment, and then spoke in an unnatural tone. "Chief, I only have the list of U01's shelters that need to be dispatched." "The rest of the list, the confidentiality of each shelter is very good." "The doctor is the one who directly contacts every leader." Hearing this, Nicolaide said angrily. "He is not good enough to help, but he is more likely to cause trouble." "Is your identity exposed now?" Lucilla shook her head and replied. "War has covered up the news for me, and no one in the prison knows my identity at present." "As for He Shang, I am afraid he dare not return to the prison in his current state." Hearing Lucilla's answer, Nicolaide breathed a sigh of relief. "This is the second good news I heard today." He turned his head to look at the old man with an Asian face and called softly. "War." War did not respond to his call, as if he was thinking about something. Nicolaide called again. "War!" The voice kept echoing in the temple. War came back to his senses and looked in the direction of Nicolaide. "Chief, what do you want me to do?" Nicolaide said with a somewhat unhappy expression. "Were you distracted just now?" War nodded and said without hesitation. "I was indeed thinking about something just now." Facing War's attitude, Nicolaide seemed to have long been accustomed to it. He did not react much to this. "You have always done things without leaking a drop of water. This time, you helped Pride to cover up his identity. I think you have paid a huge price."
"Although this matter is the problem of that idiot, your actions have undoubtedly helped me a lot." "I plan to give you a reward as compensation." As he said, his tone paused, and then fell into deep thought. He really couldn't think of what War wanted. War was one of the last saints to join among all the seats. With his outstanding mind, he quickly occupied a high position among the saints. Relying on the various evil means of the saints, War's strength soon reached the king level. Without the guidance of his master, Nicolaide decided to promote him to the tenth seat. Just as Nicolaide was thinking about what reward to give War, the gambler spoke up. "Oh, by the way, the idiot Laziness can also rely on War's help to return to normal." The gambler grinned and looked at Nicolaide. He wanted to repay the favor of War now, so he mentioned it in front of Nicolaide. Hearing this, Nicolaide was stunned, and then looked at Laziness. At this time, Laziness still looked seriously polluted. But his spirit had returned to normal. At this time, he was drooping his rotten head, as if he was dozing off. Seeing Laziness like this, Nicolaide was furious. He snorted coldly. "War, tell me what you want?" "I will try my best to satisfy you." Hearing this, War shook his head slightly. "Helping the great Cthulhu is an indelible honor in my life."