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Sigma was extremely anxious and rushed towards the city center as fast as he could.

That was the direction of the city square. When he arrived, the scene before him shocked him so much that he stood there in shock.

A large number of residents gathered in the square. They all had fanatical expressions on their faces and held various tools such as sickles, sledges, swords, and kitchen knives tightly in their hands.

The originally clear fountain in the middle of the square had now been dyed a shocking bloody color, with countless body parts soaked in it, emitting a disgusting smell.

What’s even more terrifying is that a large number of heads were strung together and piled up to form a strange altar.

And in the center of the altar, the second lady's cold body lay there quietly.

Sigmar's second brother, Tennyson, was standing beside the altar at this moment, holding a knife in his hand, and dissecting his mother's body in full view of everyone.

He was seen pulling out his mother's internal organs with an expressionless face, swallowing them without hesitation, and then splattering the blood on himself, as if he was performing some evil ritual.

As he moved frantically, he kept muttering, "I feel loved, but it's not enough. It's not enough. I need more love."

Sigma couldn't believe his eyes. He looked at Tennyson in shock, then walked through the crowd angrily and asked, "What on earth is going on?"

When Tennyson saw that it was Sigmar, a strange smile appeared on his face. He said slowly, "As you can see, this is a sacrifice, a carnival, our offering to the Great Lord."

As soon as Tennyson finished speaking, the people below began to shout enthusiastically, their eyes full of blind worship of the so-called "Great Lord".

Sigma looked at Tennyson in pain and asked in a trembling voice, "Why? Could it be that the eldest lady is also..."

"Of course." Tennyson sneered. "The eldest lady was sacrificed by my eldest brother himself. That woman kept saying she loved the whole family, but what was the reality? She had so little love! Sacrificing to the Lord didn't even give back any power. Did you know, that damned girl actually had several lovers? She truly loved those lovers, even more than my eldest brother."

Tennyson took out another piece of intestines and stuffed it into his mouth, then continued, "My own mother is okay. She really loves me and leaves me everything, the best things. But it's not enough, it's far from enough. I need more, much more love."

Sigma's eyes widened in anger as he cursed loudly, "You are absolutely crazy!"

At this moment, the Plague Lord's voice echoed in Sigmar's mind: "This is influenced by the whispers of the Old God. This fellow is truly greedy. He wants everything, and in the end, he has become a slave to the Lord of Flesh and Blood's desires, sacrificing his own relatives."

Sigmar quickly asked the Lord of Plague in his heart: "Why sacrifice your own relatives?"

The Lord of Plague smiled grimly and said, "Friends destroy friends, friends destroy friends. This is the meaning of our existence as ancient gods. We will completely destroy all things, and in the process, betrayal, corruption, pollution, the more it goes against common sense and human ethics, the more interesting it is. We ancient gods love to watch the people of the world fight each other, and watch those who love each other degenerate into beasts of desire. Such scenes are the most interesting and can bring us immense pleasure."

The Lord of Plague continued slowly, "Actually, for us Ancient Gods, we don't particularly care who we sacrifice to. We simply enjoy the process of creating chaos and suffering. Although all of this is essentially meaningless, perhaps it started out as a fleeting amusement, but over the long years, that little bit of fun has long since dissipated without a trace. The Ancient Gods' whispers are like a magnifying glass, infinitely amplifying people's obsessions, so it's no surprise they commit such ruthless acts."

The Lord of Plague paused, then added, "Look at what your family has done. Look at that pool."

Sigma looked in the direction the Lord of Plague had pointed, and saw that there seemed to be hundreds of thousands of wronged souls murmuring in pain inside. Their faces were distorted and they were screaming silently. The scene was horrifying.

Sigmar angrily questioned Tennyson: "Where is my father? How could he allow you to do this?"

After hearing this, Tennyson burst into laughter, and his laughter echoed over the square, sounding particularly harsh.

"You think this doesn't have your father's permission?" He looked at Sigma sarcastically.

"How is this possible? How could my father do that?" Sigma's face was full of disbelief.

Tennyson put away his smile and said viciously, "Sigma, I feel sick the moment I see your face. Why can you just go to the Arcane Academy and the curse of your bloodline be lifted, becoming handsome and elegant? And we have to rely on these cruel rituals. Do you think we are willing to do this? All this is for the future of our family!"

Sigma stared at Tennyson coldly and said, "The future of the family? No, all I see is a selfish villain who only wants to satisfy his own selfish desires!"

Tennyson's face flushed red as he retorted loudly, "You understand nothing! You're right. After all, your father never took you out. You have no idea how much he's endured. He's a nobleman, but he's so ugly. Who knows how many nasty things those people said behind his back? Why does he have such a noble status, but still have to bear such an ugly face? Do you know how much resentment he's felt over the years? And how much hardship the entire family has endured just to restore his normal appearance!"

Just then, Fidi slowly walked out from the crowd.

His appearance has changed drastically. He is now more than three meters tall, with muscles bulging all over his body as if they would explode at any time. Every muscle seems to contain endless power.

His blood vessels were exposed on the surface of his skin like earthworms, beating constantly, as if suppressing some terrifying power.

Fidi looked at Sigma and said coldly, "Why are you saying so much to him? The old man has been restrained by my people, and Betty is ready. I didn't expect this little rat to come to me on his own initiative. It saves me from having to look for him again. Sigma, you are lucky to be a part of me."

"Betty? What did you do to my sister!" Sigma's face instantly turned completely gloomy, with flames of anger burning in his eyes as he stared at Fidi.

Fiddy laughed wildly and said, "Betty will become a part of me, just like you. As siblings, your flesh and blood will surely make me more perfect. Power, I need more power!"

At this moment, the Plague Lord's slightly teasing voice echoed in Sigmar's mind: "Look, your second brother wants everything, your eldest brother wants power, so what does your father desire? And you, Sigma, what are you thinking about?"