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Chapter 150 The Girl Using the Creation Stone

The port north of the city of Vitra.

This port had fallen a week ago, and all the residents inside had long since become cultists.

Many soldiers have become the evil god's sharp blades, and those who resist stubbornly have become sacrifices and food.

Perhaps because the cultists were in a hurry at the time, they did not commit too many killings in this port, and the sacrifices were not chosen from here.

Only a few cultists were left here to guard, and most of them were fallen people.

In the prison at the port.

The prisoners who were once imprisoned there are no longer there. Instead, some living people who are still resisting are imprisoned here.

Although the evil god's corrupt power is very strong, not everyone will be affected at once.

Those who are affected are more likely to be those whose emotions are aroused at the time, or those whose hearts have already been tainted by darkness, or those who are cowardly and lack firm will.

Those detained here are not the people mentioned above.

Sarika was one of them and she was also imprisoned.

Squeezed into one of the cells, he was in tatters, covered in dirt and even some dried blood.

She huddled in a corner of the cell, hugging her legs, her eyes revealing despair and lifelessness.

"Dang Dang Dang!"

The harsh sound of the iron door slammed.

The moment this sound rang out, all the imprisoned civilians in the cell began to tremble involuntarily.

Many civilians began to retreat to places like the back corners of the cell.

Sarika couldn't help but hug her legs and curl up into a ball, but the two adult men and an old man who looked quite old next to him surrounded him and became his shield.

In the corridor of the cell.

A tailor in a blood-red robe, with a pair of evil eyes, walked gently
He walked very slowly on purpose, letting his footsteps echo in the cell.

Suddenly he turned and looked at the cell next to him.

"what!"

In the cells he looked at, the civilians widened their eyes in fear, and some even screamed.

Keep shrinking back.

Looking at this scene, the blood clan tailor couldn't help but smile on his stiff face.

"The smell of fear, ah~"

He said this with a relieved look on his face, but suddenly turned around and looked at the cell on the other side, stretching out his hand and hooking it.

A woman in cloth was entangled by a bloody force and was forcibly pulled out.

"No, no! Don't!" the woman screamed, and the shrill voice echoed throughout the cell.

"Hahahaha, scream, scream in fear!" The tailor laughed heartily, without relaxing the strength in his hands at all.

He dragged the woman against the prison door.

"Have mercy on me, no, have mercy on me!" The woman struggled, her face full of horror.

The vampire tailor pressed his head against the cold metal pillar, and through the gap between them, he gently sniffed the fear emanating from the woman and the smell of blood on her body.

"Delicious, I really want to bite you!" He said and licked it with his tongue.

At this moment, fear exploded in the woman's heart. She couldn't help but scream in horror again, and the shrill sound spread around.

Then she fainted.

"It's boring." The tailor curled his lips regretfully.

They dragged her out of the cell and threw her in the hallway, leaving her alone.

After taking two more steps inside, Salika in the corner suddenly raised her hand again and suddenly felt as if her body was imprisoned and dragged by some force.

Feeling that the chosen person was behind them, everyone in the cell immediately dispersed and made way.

However, in front of the girl, two middle-aged men and an old man were protecting her tightly.

As if delaying her, preventing her from being dragged towards the door.

"Huh?" The tailor outside the door widened his eyes, his face full of anger.

"Sir, please spare her. She is still a child. Choose me and take me out."

One of the men spoke loudly and even began to pray.

"Shut up! Food."

The tailor shouted angrily, and with a wave of his hand, the praying man was slapped away by an invisible force, hitting the wall next to him and fainting.

Sarika felt that she was unable to resist this evil force at all and was being dragged along.

"No, miss!" the old man said loudly, but it was obvious that his strength was no match for hers.

Sarika was dragged to the prison door and looked at the man in front of her who was as pale as a death and his face was so thin that it seemed as if his skin was almost sticking to his bones.

The vampire seamstress looked at her and laughed shrilly. "You are a noble? And you have loyal servants who want to protect you. You must be a perfect sacrifice."

Looking at the disgusting and terrifying vampire seamstress in front of her, Salika closed her eyes tightly.

She regretted so much, regretting why she risked her life to come here to deliver supplies.

Because of the war, if various military supplies are transported to the Limestone Fortress, the prices and costs are very high, and there is a great possibility of making a profit.

In this case, the Pointer Chamber of Commerce, which owns a transport ship sailing along the coast, will naturally not miss it.

As the president of the Chamber of Commerce, Salika naturally has to lead by example and personally ensure the success of this order.

But who could have imagined that when they were just docked at a small port for a rest, they would encounter such a thing, encounter a large number of evil gods, and actually attack the port.

She was so unlucky to be captured and became a prepared sacrifice and food.

Maybe it’s because the fear in my heart has reached its limit, or maybe it’s because I’ve figured it out.

Sarika, who was originally extremely frightened, lowered her head silently, and the fear in her heart also subsided at this moment.

If there is no hope, then face it calmly.

I wonder if becoming a sacrifice to the evil god and having my soul eaten by these monsters will allow me to go to the world of souls, and whether I can meet my parents in the world of souls?

She thought so silently.

The tailor who had caught her out looked at the girl and saw that she had suddenly calmed down, and curled her lips in dismay.

He pulled the girl out of the cell, ignored the shouting behind him, and dragged the two women upstairs.

After being dragged out of the dungeon after being imprisoned for so long, Sarika looked out at the former port. Almost half of the buildings had been burned down and abandoned, and the place had long since become a ruin.

There are still some cultists in the ruins, as well as those cultists who have been influenced and corrupted, wandering around vigilantly.

I was dragged along like this all the way to a house near the square.

"My lord, I have brought the offerings."

The door opened, and a tailor covered in a black robe and holding a bony cane walked out.

On his black robe was embroidered a pattern that had never been seen before.

It was an irregular circle with chaotic protrusions around it and a crookedly drawn eyeball in the center.

The overall color is gray and pale.

The bone scepter in his hand was topped by a withered arm. He waved the scepter slightly, and the bony palm scratched Sarika's head like a hand.

Feeling the touch above her head and looking at the thing, Sarika couldn't help but widen her eyes, and the fear that had originally subsided surged up again.

"Take it to the square."

Sarika was taken to the square. Looking at the situation there, she turned pale in an instant and started vomiting.

This place is like a slaughterhouse, with all kinds of limbs and flesh being separated, fused, and carved as if they are undergoing some experiment.

There is also a magic circle drawn with blood in the middle.

Sarika saw many corpses, including a civilian hanging upside down. She recognized him; he had been chosen and dragged out yesterday.

The civilian was still alive, but worse than dead. His limbs had been removed, his body hollowed out, and strange patterns painted on it.

Is that her future?

Sarika overestimated herself, her fear began to grow wildly, and she couldn't help but widen her eyes.

At this time, the woman who was dragged here with him woke up, looked at the situation around her and screamed.

The sound was so harsh that it spread around like a shock wave, and the fear in her heart reached a certain limit.

"Noisy pigs."

The cultist who came over waved the bone scepter in his hand, directly sealing the woman's mouth. All that could be seen was her terrified struggle.

Perhaps because she was too noisy, she was tied up with bloody ropes.

The cultist waved his hand, and the area where the corpse next to him was cleared.

Placing the terrified and struggling woman in that position, one can see that it seems to have some connection with the ritual formation.

"Don't be frightened, pig. Your blood, your soul, and your life will become part of my God's coming to the world. Everything you have will contribute to this. You should be honored. After all, you are just a pig." The cultist muttered, his expression becoming fanatical.

The bone staff in his hand and his bloody power turned into a sharp knife and began to operate.

Sarika was forced to watch from the side, her eyes wide with fear as she watched the scene. Tears kept falling.

He looked at the scene. Perhaps that was what he was about to experience. Time was so torturous, and fear kept growing and expanding in his heart, but he was helpless.

"Someone save me, God, someone save me!"

Sarika prayed non-stop, praying madly for help.

"Someone help me! Save me! I don't want to die like this! I don't want to die so cruelly!"

She screamed in her heart, her voice filled with tears and despair.

He opened his mouth wide and cried out.

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

The cultist who was carrying out the operation heard the cry, frowned, turned around, and was about to kill the crying girl.

But he discovered something and suddenly took out a columnar gem from his arms.

This pillar-shaped gem radiates light.

This made the cultist's eyes widen and look at the girl next to him.

He rushed over and reached out to grab the girl's neck.

"Snapped!"

The cultist looked at an unfamiliar hand on his arm, which was tightly grasping his arm, making him unable to move at all.

The cultist looked up.

The girl who was crying and begging for help also stood there in a daze, looking at the knight who suddenly appeared in front of her.

"What do you want to do with this girl?"

Kana asked, staring at the cultist in front of him.

The cultist stretched out his hand and swung it upwards without saying a word.

The blood turned into a bloody claw and swung upward, heading straight for Kana's head.

"Ah!"

However, it was this cultist who screamed.

The blood that he originally used to attack Kana actually turned around and hit his arm in the opposite direction.

The bloody claw chopped off one of his arms.

"How do you attack yourself?"

Kana loosened his arm, looked at the broken arm in his hand, curled his lips in disgust, and threw it away.

A very beautiful prince's sword appeared in Kana's hand.

He raised his sword and swung it.

Silver moonlight flashed under the bright moon.

The cultist stood there with his eyes wide open, his head falling from his neck.

Kana reached out and grabbed the blood that was about to spray out, completely controlling it in his hand.

Blood splattered under Kara's control.

It turned into blood arrows and flew wildly around.

Those cultists who discovered the situation here and wanted to besiege us.

Pierced by these sudden attacks, the blood exploded in their bodies, leaving one bloody hole after another.

After doing all this, Kana turned around and looked at the girl behind him who was staring at him blankly with tears on her face.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but it must be you calling me, right?
It was you who cried in my ears, "Save me!"

The girl just nodded blankly.

"Are you okay?"

Cana asked, reaching out and patting the girl on the head.

The Kana girl finally relaxed after being slapped like this, and then she fainted.

Kana quickly squatted down and hugged him.

"So I'm a lucky guy. I was wondering who was so powerful that they could teleport me here directly."

Originally, Kana was still in the team.

As he was walking, he suddenly heard a cry for help.

The cry for help became louder and louder, revealing infinite despair, and then Kana felt some kind of spatial fluctuation.

Everything went dark before my eyes, and when he appeared, I was here.

If he had not sensed the very familiar aura of the Creation Stone and the aura of the world's fluctuations in that wave, he would definitely have forced resistance.

Looking over at the girl in front of him, it must be the excitement that triggered the Creation Stone hidden in her body.

As for what abilities he had acquired, Kana had no idea, but it was most likely related to space.

How to obtain it is also very easy to understand.

She wanted someone to help her, she wanted someone to help her.

Such extreme emotions made a wish, causing the fragments of the Stone of Creation in her body to change and move.

He gave the girl in front of him a certain spatial talent, and then searched for a suitable person in the nearest area to call.

Khanna was naturally chosen.

He thought it might be because he had used too many Creation Stones and was too deeply connected with the world.

It could also be some kind of prophetic judgment, feeling that the probability of one's agreement is the highest.

After all, if you really have to count, Lu Ruike is definitely better than him.

It’s just that the probability of Lurek accepting it is smaller.

After all, Lurek couldn't possibly feel the situation of the person calling out as clearly as he did.

Kana looked around.

"It's so annoying."

More cultists gathered around, but the problem was that these cultists were not very strong just by looking at their appearance.

Some of them were even ordinary villagers, waving hoes used for plowing the fields.

Cana waved his hand helplessly.

A large amount of blood turned into sharp arrows, once again carrying out an all-round sweep.

For these weaklings who may only be at level two or three, Kana's attacks have a very high mortality rate. In addition, most of them are not vampires, so he can easily kill them all.

Watching it pop up constantly from the corner of your eyes, +1+2 experience points.

"This should be the port, right? Wow, it saved me a lot of walking."

The main interface keeps vibrating.

Kana replied briefly to the letter, reporting his situation and telling others not to worry and just come over quickly.

Then he looked at the girl he had been holding.

"Since he used the Genesis Stone, he must be a person with a name."

Kana thought as he wiped the girl's face, mainly to see if she looked familiar.

After tilting his head and looking for a long time, Kana seemed to remember something.

"Swindler, it turns out you are the profiteer."

He recognized who this girl was, even though she was already an alluring older sister when he was familiar with her in the plot.

Then considering her age, she is still a frightened girl, which is very consistent.

Girls change a lot when they grow up, I can understand that.

"If there is no qualified person around, then I will definitely teleport myself away." Kana said thoughtfully.

Essentially, the wish you make is to be rescued.

If there is no strong person around who is willing to help and solve the problem, then the next step is to force yourself to leave.

Both are spaces, but one pulls others over, and the other transfers oneself over.

He probably knew the abilities this girl had gained by using the Genesis Stone.

It’s another familiar face in the plot, which is good.

(End of this chapter)