The pirates sat and forgot, and they really believed the nine truths and one lie.

The one-sided massacre by the Death Cult did not stop the actions of these lunatics, and the members of the Warning Society who were hiding in the crowd continued to sing hymns in their places.

He could not hear the potential believers around him pleading, hoping that the warning would stop the butcher, but in the end he gained nothing.

Although the number of members of the Death Worship Cult is relatively small, except for the iron-blooded warriors in the middle, the outer members are all very strong and healthy, without any signs of malnutrition. It is easier for them to wield weapons and reap lives than to kill chickens.

As for why they don't come together to resist, we have to talk about the evil nature of human beings. They hope that others will take the blame and die, and they want to preserve themselves and stay until the end.

Almost everyone on the field had the same idea, but they were unable to organize a wave of resistance. As one headless corpse after another fell in a pool of blood, they could only desperately crowd into the circle. They were truly a group of lost lambs.

Pava carried Gwen's friend and stepped on people's heads in the air. She did not take the initiative to approach the two iron-blooded warriors. She did not dare to bet whether her fellow church member had lost his mind and might kill her too!

"The mission is really easy. I'm going to the world above to enjoy the delicious food and beautiful scenery. I must stay for a few more days." Pava looked up at Gwen and the others, his eyes full of longing for future life.

Pava was seen panting, holding the woman tightly in his arms, rushing left and right among the enemy group, and was about to break out of the encirclement.

Gwen's friend suddenly opened his eyes on Pava's back. There was no gratitude for being rescued in his eyes, only endless confusion about the pain.

She opened her mouth, showing her teeth, and suddenly bit Pava's neck. A sharp pain came over her. Pava's eyes widened in horror, and warm blood gushed out.

A piece of flesh was torn off, injuring Pava's sensitive neck. The pain made his eyes bloodshot and he almost fell into the crowd.

Realizing that Gwen's friend was about to attack, Pava threw the woman on his shoulder out for his own safety.

Blood was gushing out from Pava's neck, staining his clothes red. He didn't expect to be ambushed, so he covered the torn blood vessels with his hands, and the blood stopped flowing out.

Fortunately, her ability has a strong hemostatic effect, otherwise, if it were any other believer of the Death Worship Cult, they would have bled to death.

Pava endured the severe pain. The excessive blood loss in a short period of time made her limbs a little weak. She looked at Gwen's friends with disbelief. Why did the upper class repay Gwen with enmity when they were clearly saving her from danger!

"who are you"?

Gwen's good friend stood up from the chaotic crowd at this moment. Two cultists of the Admonition Society wearing black robes were around her. They took the initiative to move forward and lift her up in the crowd. More and more cultists were approaching this place.

Before he could get a precise answer, Pava's eyes widened at a startling discovery.

Black spots the size of tadpoles quickly spread from the wound on the neck to the surrounding areas, like a group of insects madly expanding their territory.

She wanted to raise her hand to stop it, but her body seemed to be restrained by invisible shackles and she could not move at all.

Every movement of the curse seemed to carry a bone-chilling chill that penetrated into her body through her skin, making her blood seem to solidify.

Cold sweat kept coming out of Pava's forehead, sliding down her cheeks and wetting her collar. She could feel the curse power brought by the markings eroding her.

A feeling of despair was growing wildly in her heart. She opened her mouth to shout, but her throat seemed to be blocked and she could only make faint whimpers.

The air around her seemed to become oppressive because of this strange scene, and every breath made her feel difficult.

The black curse kept growing and soon covered the woman's neck, trapping her like an evil net.

He was careless and didn't expect to be tricked here. Pava's consciousness began to gradually blur, and the scene in front of him became distorted, as if he was about to find himself in a horrible nightmare.

In this endless fear, Pava could only watch helplessly as he was swallowed by this unknown force. His heart was filled with resentment towards his fate, yet he was powerless to change it all.

By the time Gwen, who was watching the fight, realized something was wrong, it was too late. Pava's eyes became dull, he lost his self-awareness, and became a puppet controlled by anyone.

What just happened happened too fast. Gwen couldn't understand why her friend suddenly attacked Pava. Her friend, who obviously had a high status in the cult, was surrounded and supported by a group of people in black robes.

"Not only did we fail to save one person, but we also lost another. It's really weird everywhere," Harley Quinn picked up the telescope and carefully observed the changes in Pava.

Seeing her exposed skin being invaded by a black substance made the woman feel a chill. The black substance was alive and seemed to be eating Pava's body!

Gwen wanted to go down and save people herself, but was stopped by Barry's uncle, "Don't go yet, look at the sky above the field, be careful or you will be swallowed up!"

Above the warning meeting, a strange scene was quietly unfolding. The bloody smell of killing was spreading everywhere, intertwined with the melodious prayer hymns that seemed particularly pale in this atmosphere.

As time went by, the space seemed to be kneaded by an invisible force, and spatial distortion began to appear.

A blood-red sky gradually took shape, like a blood-stained curtain slowly being pulled open. The blood color was rich and deep, carrying a chilling sense of oppression.

Dark red clouds rolled and surged in the sky, like demons with bared fangs and claws, ready to pounce from the sky.

Occasionally, a few flashes of lightning flashed by, appearing particularly dazzling against the blood-red background, illuminating the chaotic scene below.

The killing continued in the venue. People's screams and shouts mixed with the hymns, forming a strange melody.

Under the blood-red sky, everything seemed so unreal yet real. The instability brought about by the distortion of space caused the surrounding underground world to begin to shake slightly, as if the mining area would collapse at any time.

Gwen's spider sense was frantically reminding her to stay away from here! Stay away from here!!

But it was all too late. The dark red cloud floating in the air began to spread rapidly in the upper area, covering all the surrounding airspace in almost the blink of an eye.

The butchers of the Death Worship Cult felt a chill in their hearts. When they looked up at the sky, they found that the blood had spread out of control. A bad feeling arose spontaneously.

The two Iron-blooded Warriors knew some inside information and did not choose to escape at the first moment. Instead, they turned on the jet packs behind them to maximum power and rushed to the stage in the middle of the venue.

The purpose is to kill the leader with his own hands. The leader is standing on the stage with his hands raised high and singing a hymn. Perhaps only by killing the opponent can the sacrifice ceremony end.