Chapter 48 Dark Blood Sacrifice

Along the river a few kilometers away from the dock area.

A wet figure walked out of the river. Its bald head seemed to be covered with a layer of mucus. Its black robe was soaked and clung to its body, revealing two lumps of flesh on its neck. Its dark yellow eyes had no pupils, as if they were some kind of dissolved liquid. As it gently stroked the ring on its slender finger, its appearance began to change rapidly.

A stern-looking middle-aged man in his thirties appeared at the spot.

"What a tough pack of hounds."

The Polluter, which had transformed into an ordinary person, narrowed its eyes, glanced in the direction of the dock area, took out its pocket watch and calculated the time, as if it was waiting for something.

After a while.

His figure walked towards the villa area on the south side of the river bank. Passers-by along the way seemed to ignore his existence, and no one's eyes were on him from beginning to end.

Fifteen minutes later, he arrived at an area of ​​luxuriously decorated villas.

“This is a private residence.”

"Who are you looking for?" A guard with a baton came over.

The man in front of him just glanced at the other person, his eyes changed slightly for a moment, and smiled: "I live here."

The guard looked a little confused, but soon he came to his senses and said respectfully, "Come in."

This is a large villa area. Unlike the dirty and messy old city, each house here has an independent back garden. The roads are lined with green trees and there are guards patrolling 24 hours a day. All the people living here are dignitaries.

The man strolled among them, as if he was choosing prey, and soon chose a villa with a more secluded location.

"Who are you?" A maid looked warily at the man who walked leisurely into the courtyard.

——Mind control.

As the man's finger tapped lightly, the maid in her thirties suddenly looked confused, as if she was struggling. The next second, she bowed her head respectfully and said, "Master."

He straightened his clothes, took off his coat and handed it to the maid beside him, then entered the villa like the 'real owner'.

"Pexinsi, are there any guests coming?" The hostess's voice came from inside the room.

soon.

A charming woman in a long silk dress walked out. She was about forty years old, with a pretty face, well-maintained, fair skin, and curvaceous features. She had long light golden hair draped over her shoulders. There was a hint of doubt in her expression as she looked at the man who was slowly walking into the courtyard.

"You..." The mistress's expression was alert. The next second, she struggled, and then she bowed her head respectfully and said, "Master."

Less than three minutes to go.

Everyone in the villa gathered in the living room. The owner of the villa was a fat middle-aged man in his forties. He was one of the shareholders of Wolf Shipping and a senior executive of a private bank. At this moment, he, his wife, and three servants were standing respectfully in front of the dining table, as quiet as slaves being inspected.

The stern man sitting on the sofa stood up and looked at the people in front of him, as if he was selecting something, with a slight hint of disappointment in his eyes.

After a while.

The man's eyes fell on the charming hostess. He lifted up her long hair and sniffed it at her ear: "Vanity, arrogance, debauchery..."

The man let go of the woman's long hair in disappointment and came to the fat host.

He looked at the male host with a hint of disgust in his eyes. He just approached him a little and then retreated in disgust: "Greed, lust for power, gluttony..."

His eyes swept over the three servants standing by.

"lowly……"

The disappointed man reached out and took the hostess's slender white hand, looked at the respectful host next to him, reached out and picked up the napkin beside him, and said slowly: "Can I enjoy your wife?"

The male host bowed his head flatteringly and said, "Master, please enjoy it as you like."

A trace of mockery appeared on the corner of the man's mouth. He took the hostess's hand and slowly walked up the stairs. Under the floor-to-ceiling crystal chandelier, a hideous shadow was reflected behind him.

The door opens.

The man pushed the hostess beside him onto the luxurious and soft big bed.

The next second, two swollen tumors appeared on his lower jaw, followed by two thick octopus-like tentacles that stretched out. As the hostess's frightened face suddenly seemed to wake up, it directly pierced her brain, and then the hard skull was lifted up, revealing a mass of fresh brain tissue.

Soon after.

The man's elegant figure slowly walked down the stairs, his chest stained with blood, but his expression revealed a hint of arrogance, as if he was a proud and vain lady, looking down at the servants at his feet.

"Go clean it up." The man gave the order.

The three servants who had been standing there quietly took action immediately and walked quickly towards the room on the second floor.

The man walked into the study.

The ground was covered with a soft carpet. As he gently raised his hand, a cluster of faint blue flames ignited and burned a large hole with a diameter of about three meters in the carpet. As a still slightly beating arrogant heart was placed in the center of the carpet, the light in the room suddenly dimmed. The ritual items were placed one by one, and there seemed to be some deep reflections gathering in the swaying candlelight.

On the walls of the study, the oil paintings on both sides began to fade, and lines like paint emerged in the shadows, outlining a vague human-like outline.

Under the dim candlelight, the reflection that descended from the spirit world slowly stood up. It stared at the man in front of it and said, "Did the operation fail?"

The man bowed his head and said respectfully, "Yes, Sir Messenger."

The candle flickered.

The reflection revealed an extremely ferocious outline in an instant, and it said in a suppressed voice: "Waste! The master is very angry!..."

"They came too fast," the man tried to explain.

"My mind demon seeds don't have enough time to germinate!..."

The messenger's cold voice sounded: "The master does not want to hear any explanation."

"The failure of this operation has alarmed many old guys."

"The master now has new orders."

The man immediately bowed his head respectfully upon hearing this. He knew that the president's messenger had no patience to listen to his explanation, so he humbly asked, "What are the president's orders?"

The messenger stared at his figure, his eyes revealing a trace of greed, and said: "The master asked you to change your identity and hide again."

“Wait for the next step.”

The man was silent for a moment, and then asked with a hint of struggle: "What is your identity?"

The messenger said, "A wealthy man's widow has just arrived in Dorne from the Dagon region."

Hearing the messenger's words, the man asked with a puzzled expression: "Woman?"

The messenger smiled mockingly, "What? In your current state? Do you still care about your gender?"

The man lowered his head and said nothing.

The messenger said coldly: "Deal with your current body and don't leave any clues." The man took a deep breath and said: "Mr. Messenger."

"I have already consumed a lot of my extraordinary essence in my previous actions to plant the 'Mind Demon Seed'."

"If I continue to change bodies and use the real mind exchange technique, I may fall from my current sequence and lose some of the characteristics of a slave."

The messenger said expressionlessly: "That's because you are incompetent!"

"The master went to so much trouble to send you into the real world, but you can't even perform a dark sacrifice."

"If the ritual had succeeded, you would have already advanced to the Fate of Heaven as a 'Slave Heart'."

The man was speechless. He forced an explanation: "The response speed of the Night Watch headquarters was too fast. I had clearly already led away the Death Patrol."

"But it only took them half a day..."

The messenger said coldly: "No need to explain. Failure is failure. Any explanation is useless."

"The master will arrange a new spiritual relic for you."

After saying that, its figure gradually dissipated, and the mottled images around it returned to normal, returning to reality. Before leaving, it said coldly: "Clean up everything here."

"You don't have to eat brains anymore! Don't expose yourself to this hobby again."

As if it was an illusion, the entire study returned to normal.

The mottled lines of paint returned to the painting. The man was silent for a long time before the ceremony, and finally turned slowly and walked out of the room.

Night falls.

A huge fire suddenly broke out in the villa, and the raging flames quickly engulfed everything nearby.

Night Watch Headquarters.

Sean returned in the afternoon, and clues were sent back for analysis. Several investigators on vacation also returned, including Hank Brende, whom he knew. A group of investigators gathered in front of various strange ritual props, trying to find clues to the enemy's next move through a flash of inspiration.

In addition to Sean's discoveries, other Night Watchmen also made new discoveries that the enemy had been lurking in the dark for longer than they thought.

"These are the materials for the dark blood sacrifice." Jima, wearing glasses, analyzed the black wooden roots in front of him.

She is a scholar of the occult and is skilled in rituals.

Basically, except for those who are on the combat path, all other extraordinary people with mystical knowledge have come to help.

Not far away, Jason stood at the entrance of the corridor and smoked silently. He was a barbarian of the Fury Sequence, born with the characteristic of "illiterate", and it was difficult for him to digest the mysterious knowledge. Now he could only wait for the investigators and mystics to analyze a clue before taking any action.

the other side.

The Death Patrolmen of Ranger Passage are still tracking the traces left by the enemy. A small-scale battle broke out in the old city half an hour ago, but Sean and others are still unclear about the specific situation.

"A high-sequence polluter."

“It should be a spiritual path.”

Xiao En and others exchanged opinions with the mystic scholars and finally made a judgment: "The enemy has planted mental demon seeds in the old city and secretly controlled some ordinary people with mental domination."

"The purpose is a grand dark blood sacrifice."

"It could be some kind of promotion ceremony!"

The old town is a mixed crowd with a large population, making it very suitable for hiding one's identity.

Since he learned from the butcher that he had been tricked by mental suggestion last time, Xiao En has studied all the abilities of the mental pathways. Most of the psychic powers are recorded in Ms. Hecate's labyrinth library. The two closest to the current situation are personality parasitism and mind demon seed.

Xiao En estimated that the most likely possibility was a mental demon, because personality parasitism must lurk for a long time and would not erupt so suddenly.

——"Mind Seed (8th ring): You imprint your entire mind into the subconscious of the recipient. If the infusion is successful, the seed of mind will 'sprout' after a week. During this period, the recipient will unconsciously show some of your special habits. When assimilation is complete (about a week later), the recipient's mind will become you when you cast this power, becoming a mental clone of you and possessing some of your psychic abilities. You can have multiple mental clones." [To cast this ability, you need to consume your own extraordinary essence, or use some extraordinary media. ]

There may be only one enemy!
But he had planted the mind demon seed in the old city, so it suddenly erupted so violently that even mythical creatures were summoned.

The nearby patrolmen, including the night watchmen, had not discovered anything unusual before. It is possible that they had fallen victim to the enemy's mental suggestion.

Spells above the sixth ring of the spellcasting path are very powerful, while high-level spells of the mental path are even more terrifying and weird.

Xiao En had a deep impression of this spell when he saw its introduction in the magic book.

"Seal off the old town immediately."

"Check to see if there are any other people who have been infected by the mind demon seed!"

The middle-aged man in the conference room had a livid face and said in a deep voice, "Notify the church. Request to use Sealed Artifact No. 33."

Among the many extraordinary paths, polluters of the spiritual path are the most harmful.

Not to mention ordinary people, even low-sequence transcendents may not be able to withstand his mental control and mental demons. If this time bomb is not found, Dorne City may fall into crisis again at any time.

High-sequence polluters are capable of destroying a city.

Xiao En on the side looked hesitant.

There were so many high-level investigators present, and as a newcomer, it was not appropriate for him to be too high-profile, so he walked to Benjamin's side and whispered, "The High-Sequence Psychic Path has another ability called True Psychic Exchange."

"It can directly exchange bodies with another person, be careful that he has changed his identity."

Many people don’t know this ability.

Xiao En also found some mysterious information in Ms. Hecate's library. The number of transcendents in the psychic path is very small, and there are almost no transcendents who can be promoted to high sequence. Most of the transcendents in the psychic path are stuck in the second stage. Those who can digest the third-level transcendent relics without going crazy are either amazing willpower or gifted.

The extraordinary relics of this path are also extremely rare and difficult to find in the material world.

——"True Mind Exchange (9th level): You and the recipient permanently switch bodies."

There is not much record of this ability in Ms. Hecate's library.

Ever since he looked up the strange abilities of the mental pathway, Sean believed that people like them were the most dangerous.

If they have enough spellcasting materials, they can continuously create "mental clones" and change their bodies and identities at the same time.

If he is discovered, he can use mental suggestion and memory tampering to erase all clues related to himself.

There was also an element of luck in being able to discover the abnormality in advance this time.

Among the Death Patrolmen who were tracking the clues at the time was Jason Tangel. He was a barbarian from the Fury Sequence, born illiterate, unable to digest any mystical knowledge, but as a transcendent on this path, he had extra willpower.

High-level barbarians have an indomitable will and are born with amazing intuition, which is why they made the discovery.

Finally, Sean activated Seal No. 1 and directly locked the target area, thus preventing the further outbreak of the Dark Blood Sacrifice.

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(End of this chapter)