Chapter 1083: Blood River (6)

　　Rubitel walked past Silas and cast his gaze on the witch.
　　Although the woman was already blind, she flinched in horror when she felt his eyes pass by her body.
　　 Eventually she leaned back against a wall, but tried to escape from him, but he held her arm with a huge force that seemed to crush her, and dragged her to the fire.
　　 "She has great power, I can taste it."
　　 Silas licked his tongue, and the pink tentacles on his left arm were about to move.
　　 "This is why we must choose her."
　　Rubitel simply replied:
　　 "The representative meaning of this is as important as her own powerful power. If the sacrificer does not value his sacrifice, then it is not a sacrifice."
　　 "No, please."
　　 The witch realized the meaning in the other party's words, she cried, trying to break free of his control.
　　 Silas stepped forward and gently supported the witch's chin, stopping her struggle and forcing her to raise her head, allowing her blind eyes to look directly at her face.
　　 "Don't be afraid, ma'am."
　　 The witch sobbed, and her panic lips made an unrecognizable voice.
　　She tried to shake her head, but Silas held her tightly and said:
　　 "It doesn't make any sense. If you try to resist, the pain of your death will exceed your imagination. You have to hug him and enjoy him."
　　 Rubitt looked at Silas and nodded slowly, as if making a difficult decision reluctantly.
　　 "So, enjoy it."
　　 Silas said happily, withdrawing his hand.
　　 Then the tentacles of his left hand flew out like a viper, stabbed straight into her chest, and then the meat thorns tore her heart and lungs, piercing out of her back in a splash of blood.
　　In this process, the witch did not die immediately. She screamed first, then moaned, then screamed, and then smirked.
　　It seemed as though pain and joy were surging in her body at the same time.
　　 Until three minutes later, with a long beep, she collapsed like a deflated ball.
　　Rubitel nodded to the fire, and Silas hung the corpse over the fire pit, letting various body fluids drip into the flames along his toes.
　　The blood sizzled in the flames, and the intense emotion of the witch's death was turbulent in the room, hot.
　　 That emotion is so fresh and powerful, full of panic, pain, and fear.
　　 Rubbitel knelt on one knee and drew a figure on the ground that is exactly the same as in the book: an octagonal star surrounded by three rings, a formal skull, and ancient cuneiform runes.
　　 "You better be careful, they are not allies yet."
　　 Silas said, lowering his arms and letting the witch's body slide off his tentacles.
　　 Rubbitel shrugged and began to sing the passages in the book. His rough dark voice asked the gods to send their envoys to establish contact between the distant parties.
　　Originally speaking, the practical radio may be more convenient, but considering that the radio may be monitored and located, these cult organizations still prefer to use ancient witchcraft to communicate.
　　Only heard the sound, the flame rose, and then fell again.
　　Although the flame was still bright, the whole room became dark, Silas felt the temperature began to drop, and a bit of cold wind blew from an unknown unknown corner.
　　 This supernatural breeze carries the ruins of the passing empire and the dust of the lost years, and the eternity accumulated in countless years.
　　 "Should this happen?"
　　Lubitel smiled and nodded without a word.
　　 The air became cold, and those invisible whispers panicked in unspeakable fear because they realized that an ancient and terrifying existence was about to come.
　　 Shadows gather in the corners of the room, although there is no additional light source to cast them.
　　 Then, a sharp and swift vicious laugh reverberated in the room.
　　The twisting shadow of the amorphous shape constantly turns the body in hiss, trying to locate the source of the sound, and trying to find a focus in the dark.
　　 At the same time, the flag above them began to hang frost.
　　The shadow in the room began to whisper, a mixed voice came from everywhere, but there was no source, but Silas stood still.
　　 An arrogant voice came out.
　　 "Are you the one called Kamen Prince by your prostitutes?"
　　 Silas glanced at Rubital, who nodded.
　　 "I am, who am I talking to?"
　　 "I am Thira."
　　 said that with a chuckle.
　　 "The Lord of Blood."
　　 "Or I should call you, the Patriarch of the Blood Church."
　　 "It is not impossible, but we have never known your name, Kamen Prince before."
The unpredictable whispers of the blood-patriarch Patriarch Silana wandered around the room.
　　 "It is said that you used to be the most vicious running dog under the shadow prince, is it true?"
"maybe."
　　 Silas replied indifferently, obviously the strangeness of this invisible conversation object made him unmoved.
　　 "When it comes to the right thing, my chief priest Rubitt assured me that you can give me the power to win."
　　 "Victory."
　　 The man seemed to be pondering the word.
"A word that is almost meaningless in the vast ocean, but yes, we have great power to give you, if you and your swear allegiance to the blood ~EbookFREE.me~ for you There is no ambition that is beyond reach."
　　 "I like you guys who are serious jokes."
　　 Silas chuckled.
　　 "Your knowledge of the dark gods disappointed me, otherwise you wouldn't say that."
　　 "Ms. Joy must not be compared with the great blood god."
　　 "Then you can come and try, I will open the door to welcome you and show you what you don't know... everything."
　　 "We don't pay much for Zhouzhang for disputes. I admit that your power is rising fast, but you still need us, whether it is to face the Kaimon Church, Ork, or... those strange visitors."
　　 "Then show me something practical."
　　 "Power."
　　 Thira hissed, his voice coiling around Silas like a viper.
　　 "We have gathered most of the power in this area. We can control it in both political and military circles. The God of Blood is about to send its most powerful soldier to come here, and the ceremony is about to be completed."
　　 "Ritual?"
　　 Silas nodded thoughtfully, but soon put on an expression that made him smile.
　　 "It's just a waste of time to say these words. I'm not interested, especially your rituals, so speak straight, otherwise we will be over."
　　 "Diago."
　　Thera replied, and in a moment Rubital noticed the slight discomfort and sorrow in the words.
　　Obviously, that being is not used to facing a person's provocation, even a person as strong as Silas.