Chapter 72 Blood Sacrifice Prologue!
The ceremony at the altar continued.

Although the old man dressed as a noble had turned into a horrible monster that was a combination of a moth and a human, the two gray-robed priests on the altar did not seem to intend to end it all. During the ceremony, they lit some strange incense, and then when they walked around the pupa man on the altar, they inadvertently scattered wisps of powder with a faint fragrance.

The believers around were so fascinated that they soon fell asleep one after another.

Hank, who was lurking in the crowd, also shook his head, then held his breath, and when the others around him began to fall to the ground and fall asleep, he also staggered and fell down.

The incense and powder used in this ceremony have extremely strong hallucinogenic and hypnotic effects. Even a superhuman like Hank can't stand the smell of the powder. This is because he held his breath in advance, otherwise he might have been hit on the spot.

"It's not an ordinary psychedelic potion!... It's a rare item made from extraordinary relics!..." Hank bit the tip of his tongue.

He lay on the ground, not daring to move, and closed his eyes as if he had fallen asleep.

These two cultists are very strong!

It was the first time that Hank encountered such a difficult enemy. If they fought, he might not be able to withstand the first wave of hallucinogenic powder, because the opponent's methods were quite strange, and he had to be very careful even when fighting with them. To deal with such an enemy, you either need to prepare in advance or use a warrior-level transcendent. They rely on their extremely powerful physical immunity and will immunity to completely resist all the negative states attached by the moth powder.

"The metamorphosis failed."

One of the gray-robed priests took off his hood, revealing a cold face. He was a man in his thirties. He looked at the pupa in front of him and said disappointedly, "It has already begun to pupate."

"He can't be one of us."

"You can only become a lowly servant."

The originally white silkworm pupa was slowly turning into a gray pupa similar to other insects, and the monster inside was transforming.

Another gray-robed priest also took off his hood, revealing a face that was almost identical to the man in front. They looked like twins, with similar facial features.

"We need Sir Nathan's identity."

"Without him, it would have been difficult for us to avoid the night watchmen and get to the party."

The gray-robed priest at the side placed his palm on the face of the pupa man, frowned slightly and said: "Only the ancient bloodline can allow the offspring of the moth mother to be born completely."

"There are still too few nobles in Dorne."

"Are you coming? Or am I coming?"

Another gray-robed priest used a dagger to cut open the pupa man, looked at the monster squirming inside, and regardless of its screams and screams, he directly cut off its newly formed face and said calmly, "Let me do it."

An incomplete human face was peeled off, and the gray-robed priest said, "It will be difficult to hide from the Night Watchmen if you just rely on the art of disguise."

"Has the Doomsday Circus not taken action yet?"

The priest next to him raised his hand and pointed, causing the moth-man monster that was howling in pain to fall into a deep sleep. He shook his head and said, "I don't know. They just agreed to cooperate with us and summon the offspring of the Moth Mother to come."

"What about these other people?"

Another priest had already pasted the incomplete human face onto his own. His figure was twisting and wriggling, and he soon changed from a robust man to a slightly hunched old man. He said slowly, "Sacrifice them all."

"Maybe a Metamorphosis will appear."

On the ground, Hank's breathing paused.

next second!
His figure shot up, and the moment he stood up, two pistols appeared in his palms. With a burst of gunfire, the two gray-robed priests in front of him were instantly shot into sieves. The ranger's gunmanship was unmatched by others. Every bullet Hank fired hit the enemy's vital points, either the head or the heart. Because some monsters have different fatal weaknesses, he also paid special attention to other vital parts.

But something strange happened.

Although the two gray-robed priests were riddled with bullet holes, not a single drop of blood was seen spilling out. Their bodies were like a piece of rag, bearing all the bullets head-on.

"No! Illusion!"

A special alchemical grenade appeared in Hank's palm, but he glanced at the other people lying on the ground, gritted his teeth and threw it behind him.

boom!
A muffled sound directly blew open the door of the secret room. Hank's fingers were like a butterfly flying through flowers. In the instant he rolled and dodged, he loaded a red bullet.

"Night watchman?"

A faint whisper echoed in the secret room.

"It should be an investigator."

"Otherwise they wouldn't be able to find us." Another voice sounded.

There was a sweet fragrance in the air.

Powdered mist diffuses.

Hank held his breath and tried to use his inspiration to search for the enemy's location. He felt his body gradually becoming weak, and even though he held his breath, his consciousness slowly became groggy.

poisoned.

Hank realized the danger and flew towards the gate.

This moment.

Behind Hank, there seemed to be a slight sound, like the flapping of wings of a moth. Hank, who had already flown to the gate, turned around instantly, aimed at the position behind him, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

boom!
In the exploding flames, dark green blood was spilled, and there were burning broken wings, as if they were the wings of a moth, shattered skulls, broken antennae, and a cold spike that ruthlessly pierced Hank's chest and came out of his lungs.

Some kind of biological toxin spread throughout Hank's body. His consciousness gradually faded and his entire body became paralyzed.

"What should we do with him?" A shrill voice sounded, like the chirping of an insect. Amid the painful roar, another voice said, "Dedicate him to the Moth Mother!"

………………

Butterfly Club.

Under the dim lights, there was a group of wealthy and powerful people who were living a life of luxury and debauchery. This club was a very secret place for pleasure in the upper city. It was located in the south of the villa area. People with no status could not enter. Even though the situation in Dorne was turbulent recently, the business of this club was not affected at all. Because most of the police force was used to protect the wealthy area, the unrest in the dock area and the old city did not affect here at all.

"Those night watchmen are so incompetent."

In a dim corner, a drunken young man cursed: "We actually let those untouchables see the existence of monsters."

"They are fully responsible for this unrest!"

Although the existence of extraordinary people can be hidden from ordinary people, it is difficult to hide it from the small number of people who hold power and wealth in society.

However, the price to be paid for promotion to a transcendent is very high. Even the upper echelons of secular power will carefully consider before selecting one or two family members for promotion. Of course, if it weren't for the huge price to be paid for this power, I'm afraid the path to promotion for ordinary people would have been monopolized by them a long time ago.

The companions at the side seemed to want to stop the drunk young man. Although the existence of the monster had spread throughout Dorne, it was not a good idea to discuss it publicly.

“Don’t stop me!…” The drunk young man continued to curse, his voice gradually weakened, and he muttered: “If I were also a superhuman, I would definitely not let that monster escape.”

"If my father hadn't forbidden me, I would have..."

Some of his companions nearby looked as if they were laughing at the joke. One of them turned to his friend and said, "His father is a major shareholder of Wolf Shipping."

"The fire in the dock area two days ago burned down their family's business."

"A second son with no inheritance rights, ignore him."

At this time, another man nearby came over and continued to expose: "He had begged for a long time to get that factory, but he didn't expect it to be burned down in a fire."

"He hates those night watchmen."

Someone chuckled in the darkness.

At this moment there was a noise coming from the direction of the stage.

When they looked up, the crowd around them suddenly became restless. It turned out that an extremely enchanting and beautiful dancer appeared on the stage. She had towering breasts, snow-white skin, a slender waist, and long thighs. She gently took off her gauze shawl and walked around the stage in a catwalk. Her charming figure immediately attracted the attention of everyone nearby.

"Sir, your wine."

A gentle and handsome waiter with a moustache came over. He brought the prepared cocktails and placed them in front of these rich and noble young men.

The atmosphere on the stage has become heated.

Someone threw handfuls of dinar banknotes onto the stage. Under the brilliant lights, the dancer began to perform a passionate and seductive exotic dance. Her skin shone under the lights as if inlaid with tiny diamonds. Her every move, every frown and smile made people's hearts flutter and they could not control themselves. She attracted the attention of all the audience present, regardless of gender, age or status, and they could not take their eyes away.

in the corner.

The waiter who was serving the wine had a cruel smile on his face. He looked at the beautiful dancers on the stage, raised his eyebrows, and walked up to the young man who was drunk and yelling at the beginning.

He lifted the young man's thin body as if he were lifting a chicken.

The other people around seemed to be unaware of this and were still watching the seductive dance on the stage in fascination. Some even pinched their throats, their suffocating and flushed faces filled with excited desire.

"do you know?"

"Your words make me very angry." The poet looked at the young man who could be strangled to death with a flick of his hand, and said with a playful expression: "Although I also want to kill those troublesome night watchmen."

“But I respect them!”

"A group of extraordinary people with great power, who do not fight for power and status, and do not care about honor or disgrace, only want to protect the order of the real world and cover up the madness of the weird country."

"A loser like you who is protected in reality, what qualifications do you have to point fingers at those who protect reality?"

"Don't you want supernatural powers?"

"Here, I'll give it to you."

A slightly beating white cocoon emerged and landed on the heart of the young man. Thin white threads pierced into his flesh and blood. The young man woke up instantly in severe pain. He twitched and struggled with fear on his face, and then slowly turned into a completely wrapped pupa man.

The lights flickered.

"power cut?"

When the poet turned his head to look at the stage, under the flickering lights, the dancer had already taken off all her clothes, but the excited crowd around her suddenly stopped, and then there were bursts of screams. Under the flashing lights, the dancer tore off her own facial skin, and then, in the eyes of the audience who were trembling with fear, she took off her skin bit by bit.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the entire club suddenly turned into a living hell.

………………

　I haven't played games for more than two months while writing this book. Do you have any recommendations for a single-player game?

　　Let me first recommend a little game, Potato Brothers.

(End of this chapter)