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On the wall hung a portrait of the eldest lady. Sigmar's eyes involuntarily fell on the portrait, and for a moment, he seemed to see the person in the portrait come alive.

The eldest lady's eyes were full of malice as she stared at him viciously, as if she wanted to eat him alive.

"Damn it!" Sigma couldn't help but curse under his breath, a deep fear gripping his heart.

He felt as if the eldest lady was really about to walk out of the painting.

Countless past memories of the eldest lady flooded into his mind like a tide, and all of them were painful.

The eldest lady always treated him and his mother in various bad ways. Those humiliating and painful scenes kept flashing in his mind, making his heart beat faster and his heart panic to the extreme.

Sigma looked at the portrait of the eldest lady in horror, only to see that the portrait began to melt slowly as if it had been scorched by high temperatures.

The originally bright red clothes now looked like flowing blood, dripping down and gathering into a strange pool of blood on the ground.

And her white skin, at this moment, seemed to be carved from bones, exuding a cold aura.

Those eyes were always fixed on Sigma, as if they wanted to see through his soul.

"She's looking at me!" Sigma was horrified and turned around and ran away.

However, no matter how he ran, he seemed to be trapped in an endless corridor and could not find the exit.

The surrounding walls seemed to have life, constantly changing direction, trapping him in this terrifying space.

Just when Sigma was feeling desperate, a door suddenly appeared in front of him.

He rushed over without hesitation as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw and pushed the door open with force.

Inside the door, a familiar figure appeared before him. It was his mother.

Sigma looked at this scene in disbelief, slowly walked forward, and called softly: "Mother..."

However, the other party seemed not to hear his voice and did not respond at all.

Sigma felt an ominous premonition in his heart, and he quickened his pace and walked to the front of his mother.

The scene before him made him heartbroken. His mother was just a skeleton covered with skin, and her empty eye sockets seemed to be silently telling of endless pain.

"No——" Sigma let out a desperate scream and sat up suddenly in bed.

He was breathing heavily, and his heart was beating so hard in his chest that it seemed like it was about to burst through his chest.

"Just now... was it all a dream?" Sigma thought to himself. He hadn't had such a terrible nightmare in a long time.

Sigma stood up and walked to the window.

When he looked out the window, he was stunned by the scene before him.

Flames shot up into the sky outside the window, and the blazing flames illuminated the entire manor like daylight.

A strong smell of burning and blood mixed together hit his nose, making him wonder if he was still deeply trapped in a dream.

"Lord of Plague, are you still there?" Sigma found that the Lord of Plague had not contacted him for a long time. At this moment, he urgently needed to get an answer from the Lord of Plague.

The Lord of Plague's voice echoed slowly from his head: "Yes, I'm always here."

Sigma grabbed at a lifeline and said anxiously, "I feel like my head is about to explode. Why has my hometown become like this? What exactly happened? You must know, right?"

The Lord of Plague was silent for a moment, then jokingly said, "Of course, I know everything. But why should I tell you?"

Sigma gritted his teeth and said, "I allow you to use my body to compete in the second half of the Arena of Valor Arcane City Open. Okay? I absolutely won't interfere."

The Lord of Plague seemed unsatisfied and continued to bargain: "Not enough, I will be the one to draw all the prizes for the second half of the year. You can't even touch any of them!"

Sigma didn't hesitate at all and said quickly, "Deal!"

The Lord of Plague spoke slowly, "From the moment you returned to your hometown, didn't you feel a strange sense of disharmony? Those people were overly welcoming to you at first, but when they learned you were the lord's son, their interest suddenly waned. The residents of this city are unusually enthusiastic towards outsiders, but if you pay close attention, you'll find that there are almost no true outsiders here. What's strange is that people from all over the world enter the city every day. So why not think about it, where do all those people go?"

"Stop being so mysterious!" Sigma shouted impatiently. "What on earth is going on?"

The Lord of Plague chuckled and said jokingly, "What a boring little fellow! It's more interesting to explore this kind of thing yourself. Instead of looking for the answer directly from me, how boring."

Sigma clenched his fists in anger and shouted, "I just want to know what happened to my family and why all this happened! Why did those who died come back to life?"

"Resurrection? No, no, no." The Lord of Plague corrected, "Those who are just shells without souls and can only imitate cannot be called resurrected."

"What do you mean!" Sigma asked in shock.

The Lord of Plagues didn't answer directly. Instead, he sighed helplessly and said, "Sigma, you've been with me for so long, haven't you noticed that this group of people all have a particularly familiar aura? Oh, that's right. After all, I'm by your side. My aura is like the bright moon in the sky to you, while their aura is just the faint light of fireflies."

Sigma felt like his head was about to explode. He was not stupid and now he had a vague understanding of some things.

"Your hometown, the entire city is filled with the breath of ancient gods." The Lord of Plague said slowly.

Sigma demanded angrily, "Is it you?"

"How is that possible?" The Lord of Plague snorted disdainfully. "If it were me, this place would have been filled with plague a long time ago. This is clearly the work of other Ancient Gods. But it's really interesting, your family and the Ancient Gods really have a connection. Your family came into contact with other Ancient Gods, and you became my host. Interesting, very interesting."

"The Ancient God Cult? It must be the Ancient God Cult!" Sigma couldn't believe that his father and family would believe in the Ancient Gods. He thought it was simply impossible.

The Lord of Plague continued, "Someone has started a sacrifice, and the scale of this sacrifice is quite large, even you have been affected. This is a family-level sacrifice, which directly affects you through your bloodline. Whether it is the beneficiary or the sacrificed, they are definitely connected to you."

"Who could it be? Father?" Sigma was terrified. He pushed the door open and it was dark outside.

He anxiously called out his family's names, but all he got in response was endless silence.

"Damn it!" Sigma hurried out of the manor and saw servants kneeling on the ground outside the door, praying devoutly.

Sigma rushed over, grabbed one of them, and shouted angrily, "What the hell is going on?"

However, the servant who "came back from the dead" did not answer him, but his facial features began to melt rapidly and turned into inky black blood.

In those empty eye sockets, a pair of eyes were fixed on one direction. Sigma followed his gaze and saw that it was the center of the town.