"Tap~tap~tap..."

In the darkness, the inexplicable sound of the heels hit the old stone slabs, getting closer and closer.

Nick pinched himself hard, and every sound of this magical sound seemed to pierce his heart like the tip of a sharp high heel, making him feel a little difficult to breathe.

Countless deep divers kneeled humbly on the ground to welcome her arrival.

The girl was wearing a golden gauze dress, and gold threads gently fell down her clothes. She also wore a crown similar to the high priest on her head, and her light brown hair spread out perfectly as the crown was divided.

"If you sacrificed you to my Lord, He will be very happy..."

"Cret, you are becoming less and less useful. You almost lost your life when dealing with a few little mice..."

The girl turned around gracefully and looked down at the high priest Crater who was half leaning against the corner of the wall.

His dizzy sacrificial suit was now blown up and was ragged, and evil and filthy green blood kept flowing down the wound and dripping into the rain. What's more serious is that a characteristic bullet entered from the middle of his eyebrows and almost shot into half of his head. If the girl hadn't taken action in time, he might have died completely just now.

"Lucia, don't pretend to be like this hypocritical... If I die, you can escape under the siege of these people?"

"Have the Pope not completed the blood sacrifice ceremony yet?"

Crater gasped, and under his strange power, Neil's sniper bullet that was supposed to have a fatal blow fell to the ground with a "dingdong" sound, making a crisp sound.

"Sacrifice is a solemn and sacred event, not to mention that the two of us are missing now..."

"Now, go and kill those three humans and save the magician's life. His sweet blood, my Lord will definitely like..."

The girl who was called Lucia by Crater stuck out her tongue and licked her lips, as if she had regarded Carl as something in her pocket.

I don’t know what method she used. In an instant, countless deep diving players seemed to have been injected with chicken blood. Both the speed and strength of Nick felt greatly increased.

They looked extremely hungry and quickly climbed up the ruins after the battle between Carl and Crett. The bloodthirsty red light in their eyes looked particularly hideous and terrifying against the dark night.

Carl stood in the air, listening to Lucia's unconcealed words expressionlessly, then looked at the huge changes that the divesters had as if they had eaten at night, and gently raised their hands.

After preparing for so long, it's time to surprise these monsters.

Just as only magic can defeat magic, a curse like the alienated curse of the Deep Diver also needs to be dealt with.

"I came to Insmouth and understood an eternal truth. I wonder if all the dives present can stop and listen to me?"

Carl held his hand tightly and slowly let go, and said slowly as he looked at the dives who were rushing towards him.

"Little kid, then you should tell me. If you make your sister happy, you will be less tormented by you later~..."

Lucia held her chin and giggled, her huge eyes flashing with inexplicable light. In her opinion, Carl was just struggling to die at this moment.

"Look at your deformed appearance. If you get hit by the curse, you will die... If you don't die, how can the curse disappear?"

Carl looked at the monsters rushing towards him coldly with his eyes, smiled evilly, and said frivolously.

His tone of not taking all Insmouth people seriously completely angered the girl opposite.

"Rareless! You dare to blaspheme the great Dagon God!"

In her opinion, Carl's words to call them deformed are blasphemy of the true God and the most hateful heresy.

The girl almost burst into anger. Her eyes were filled with cold murderous intent at this moment. She raised her hand gently, and a strange-shaped golden staff slowly emerged, shaking towards the ground suddenly. In an instant, several huge tentacles broke out of the ground and rushed towards him quickly and fiercely.

Looking at the barbs and spikes on the tentacles, and then noticed the stone slabs that were corroded into large holes by the disgusting green mucus on it. Alia couldn't help but feel numb at this moment. The attack was too fierce. She had no doubt about how miserable she would be if she was hit.

It will probably turn into a pool of pus and blood...

Faced with the huge tentacles that were coming quickly, Carl yawned casually. The blood he had absorbed with rose thorns had been collected almost all of the time.

"Blood~Source~Dark~Curse!"

The silver robe looked even more mysterious, and one obscure byte after another slowly read out from him.

"Ah~!!!"

In an instant, an extremely terrifying wail sounded throughout Insmouth. Weird red lights emerged from the deep diving men who were originally trying to tear Carl and the other four.

For a moment, all the deep divers who were about to climb up the roof fell to the ground in pain, rolling all over the ground, sharp tiles slashed through their green skin, and the disgusting fishy smell in the air became even stronger under the erosion of rain.

And those extremely thick tentacles also withered under the power of the curse, and then turned into ashes and floated in the air.

"This boiling burns not only blood, but also your filthy soul..."

Carl murmured to himself that the powerful forbidden curse recorded on Angel Hecate's notebook played a role in turning the world around.

According to the records in the diary, this magic was originally developed by her to deal with the monsters that live in the crowd and love inbreeding.

The Insmouth people are very in line with this situation. The closed state has been isolated from the outside world for decades, and the living people are caught and the blood sacrifice is given. There are continuous transformations of deep dives, but the number of people living here has not decreased at all. In such a large town, except for inbreeding, Carl never imagined any reason. It can be said that the Insmouth people living here are basically close relatives within three generations.

The power of the curse quietly entangled every deep dive present through endless blood as a medium.

Under this strange power, their blood began to boil...

Even the high priest and the saint Lucia leaned against the wall in great pain. The more people this magic implicated, the more powerful it became. They felt that their bloodlines and souls were burning at this moment, and the power given to them by Dagon was leaving them.
Chapter completed!