There was a light as bright as lightning, dazzling and suffocating. Behind this light, there was a sound that could never be forgotten, roaring like thunder from the distance.

who I am?

There is an echo in my ears that overwhelms all the noise, and there are vaguely distinguishable words. Certain evils that can only appear in mysterious and terrifying books are vividly reflected in my mind.

These evils seem to be returning to reality, subverting everything in the world and going beyond the common sense of the world.

where am I?

In his blurry field of vision, Roland was stopping Harandil, who looked surprised. His resolute face was filled with the ecstasy of having achieved his wish.

Then, a few seconds later, everyone gathered around him, his vision became erratic again, and his consciousness burst out like a violent explosion.

"Hahaha, hahahahaha!"

Griffith let out a burst of devilish, hysterical laughter. Werner Negri on the side was holding a glass of water in his hand, looking as if he wanted to feed Griffith a few mouthfuls, but he did not dare to come close.

Roland grabbed the water glass and threw it in the War Knight's face.

"Ah!" Griffith jumped up and looked around confusedly, "What to do?!"

"Tell us!" Roland shouted.

A chill spread through Griffith's whole body. Some vague whispers came from unknown corners in the reception room where no one was speaking. These whispers seemed to be indistinct and emotionally tense conversations, although the sound was not loud enough to make it completely incomprehensible.

The content involved in discernment has a terrifying power that makes the soul deeply uneasy.

"Tell us!" Roland repeated, "Has the sacrifice been started? Do you feel anything?

"answer me,

"conqueror!"

This loud shout made everyone present retreat, and the depths of Griffith's soul had been touched. The previous uneasiness and confusion receded like a tide.

He covered his water-stained face and whispered:

"It's too early."

"But the curtain has been unveiled, whether you are ready or not," Roland chuckled, "Look, gentlemen, the wave just now was a sixth-level psychic ripple, and the climax and end of the Sacrifice of the Chosen One will be

coming soon.

"The last seven chosen ones will decide the winner in this world as the arena. This is not a secret fight that uses gas explosions to cover up the truth, this is a fateful throw in which the whole world is a bet.

"Negri, you set off immediately and let Ravenel lead out the troops we have prepared for him. Remember, we have to keep it secret. You and Griffith cannot expose your relationship with the Confederacy yet.

"As for you, my friend, you must rush back to Homonwarts. There are many people there. They need a 'conqueror'."

Griffith took a deep breath: "I feel powerful spiritual energy flowing, not from the power of a chosen person, but from other people. He is sacrificing flesh and blood in exchange for the opportunity to be promoted.

"He wants to challenge the hand of God."

…

The red and black mire was soaked with devoured bones, and a red moon dripping with blood hung in the lightless dark sky.

A sharp, siren-like sound echoed in the air, endlessly long.

It was clearly daytime, but Crozier's territory had already turned into a dark place. Groups of Chaos Beasts rustled their fangs, and harpies with wings on their backs screamed in the air. The leader of these monsters was

A monster with the body of an ox or beast holding a blood-red axe.

It walked in stride, and one after another human soldiers were hunted by the monsters, torn into pieces, and their internal organs and flesh and blood were eaten. The bones were scattered on the ground, and the dripping blood splashed in the mire with a pungent smell.

Blood and water kept pouring out from the ground, turning into a lake of blood that could reach the ankles.

In the depths of this large group of monsters, there was a monster with a lion's body and a manticore's tail wandering around. It patrolled the territory arrogantly like a king, watching its subjects share blood food.

Every time it roars, it elicits frantic cries from the herd.

Nona was hiding between a hut and a low wall, holding the cross sword tightly. Berthier, Dedeus, Kurala and several surviving Beyonders were with her, too nervous to breathe. Spirituality was there

Crazy warning to them that this manticore is a mythical creature of extraordinary rank.

The change happened so suddenly that people couldn't be prepared for it.

Just for a moment, after the terrifying dragon left, a swamp suddenly appeared on the ground, and groups of monsters poured out from the stone eggs. There were even some spider-like springtails, as big as a puppy,

As long as a living person is jumped on the face by it, it won't take long for a deformed monster to break its ribs and scream out of the body!

"We can't run away, we can't run away," Nona shook her head hard, "These monsters must have been ambushing Isius's territory for a long time, just waiting for us to come."

As soon as he finished speaking, a bloody crack opened in the swamp not far away.

The space was torn apart. Ophelia grabbed Neferty and jumped out of it. Several people followed closely and escaped with disheveled hair.

"Run!" Ophelia shouted in a hoarse voice towards the corner where everyone was hiding, "We have contacted Homemon Watts, run! Just run!"

"Where to run!?" Everyone was shocked.

There are monsters in front, back, left and right, and there is no way out!

Immediately afterwards, another deep red crack opened between the sky and the earth.

A humanoid creature, wearing a black robe, walked out of the gap and followed.

The aura of danger lingers around you like a snake, and the eyes in the shadows give people a piercing illusion. It seems that they are no longer eyes, but the pale red moon hanging high above your head.

The surrounding background became increasingly hazy at this moment, with only those eyes rising and enlarging as if occupying the world, like an ancient ferocious beast at the top of the food chain admiring the death struggle of its prey among the decaying grass and dead leaves.

"Who!? How can he have the same type of power as Ophelia's space transfer!" Kurala whispered, "Is he also a Void Ripper?"

The man in black robe waved slightly, and the monsters coming from all directions stopped, watching his actions as if they were worshiping their own master.

"I come, I watch, I record!

"I recruit the power of the Dread Knights!"

Everyone present felt their hearts tense, and their souls were strangled by the invisible aura of terror. With just a moment of hesitation, the strange eyes began to waver and melt away in the dark night, and only the dark aura of the void became stronger and stronger.

Nona immediately clenched the hilt of the sword, and the power of the holy instrument allowed her to resist the impact of fear and break free from the restraints faster.

"Punishment! In the name of Holy Light!"

The glorious blade of the cross sword emits golden morning light like the rising sun. Even the blood moon and darkness will be purified and expelled by this blow.

The sword light tore the enemy's robe to pieces, revealing a crystal-clear magic barrier. This man was clearly

Isius!

He, who had always been very low-key, appeared here, blocking himself in front of his friends and classmates.

"Iseus, what's going on!" The shocked Berthier was the first to ask loudly, "Does the Crozier family want to be the enemy of the entire Beyeland!!"

Isius just laughed coldly:

“If you want to be resentful, then resent this twisted world.

"Feel life!

"Experience withering!"

His voice seemed to be singing, but there was no magic in it. His expression was calm and almost desperate, but it seemed to hide indescribable distortion and madness:

"Let you take a look at the truth and perfection that the Crozier family has been pursuing for generations!

"Start it, the moment of the red moon! I sacrifice my memories, flesh and blood and everything I cherish to the supreme existence in exchange for the ultimate answer to life!

After Isius said the last word, everyone present fell into abnormal confusion for a moment. This feeling was as if liquid had penetrated into the body, spreading towards the nerves and the endings of consciousness, and was about to

Assimilate and erode everything!

Nona immediately activated her psychic energy, trying to expel this ever-penetrating force. But she soon discovered that some rules had been changed.

At the same time, Kurala on the side reacted, bending her bow and shooting an arrow wrapped in the cold aura.

"Boom!"

This attack hit a wall of brilliance, and the power of the holy light aura attached to the surface collided with each other, and then were annihilated together.

"This?" Nona looked at the broken ice arrows in surprise, "Is this the power of the Paladin?"

Isius did not respond, but whispered: "I come from the shadows."

I saw his figure flash and disappear out of thin air.

Kulala has noticed the abnormality:

"Is this Stalker's stealth? Why can he use so many abilities?"

As soon as she finished speaking, her pupils suddenly shrank, and the premonition of danger had locked her tightly.

"Kulala, get back!" Ophelia shouted loudly, "Everyone, cover her!"

Among the extraordinary people present, the one with the strongest perception was Kurala, and Isius had already locked her position immediately.

A sharp blade appeared in the mist and cut her throat from behind.

"Here!" Kurala shouted, and her long white hair suddenly flew up, condensing into a dense forest of ice-sealed spears in the coldness, and wrapped around the sharp blade.

"Bang!" With a crisp sound, the blade, ice and long hair were broken together. Half of Kurala's silver long hair was cut off, but she also escaped from the sneak attack from behind. She dodged sharply and headed towards

Dedeus ducked past his position.
To be continued...