Chapter 263: End of dawn

The fall in Cusconal has been witnessed in many parts of the world. Many people think that this is a precursor to the end, and they have poured into the church. Some people think that this is a miracle and pray to their gods. There are only a few people. , Knowing that things are far from simple.
　　 Those people, but chose to keep silent.
　　 "Is that a trust?"
　　 Standing on the balcony of the second floor of the white villa, Hannibal holding the stemware looked at the sky and muttered.
　　As the scarlet curtains on the balcony flicked slightly, a woman in a mourning dress came out of the house.
"what are they?"
　　 "In the past, a group of poor bugs."
　　 "You never mentioned these."
　　 "Because I don't think it's necessary to say this, is it?"
　　Thanks to the cloudy red liquid in a glass of sip, Hannibal's handsome face outlined a weird smile, like a true and false puppet under the bleak morning sun, the horror valley effect magnified infinitely on his body.
　　 "They came, and this world really became interesting, tearing off the false veil."
　　 "There is news in the secret hall of blood worship."
　　 "Do not worry, it is a careful thing, have you ever caught a rabbit?"
"No."
Ms. 　　's answer was stiff and cold, Hannibal sighed regretfully, as if she had lost a lot of fun.
　　 "In the wilderness, the rabbit is difficult to catch, but if it returns to its nest, it thinks it is the safest place, then this time, only one cigarette is needed."
　　 "Three caves of cunning rabbits."
　　 "Yes, very correct, so all we have to do now is to find out all its possible holes. Before that, we must let the most fierce hound chase it for a while."
　　 "You take it as the master."
　　 "Yes, it is the greatest violence!"
　　 Hannibal threw the cup in his hand and opened his arms as if to embrace the rising sun into his arms.
　　 "So I need it, I help it. In this dark and chaotic world, only the purest violence can find truth, so it is great!"
　　 "But you also describe it as a hound."
　　 "Is it appropriate? Isn't it? It is always chasing its prey, eager to tear everything with its claws and teeth, but it is only a servant itself, but it is not aware of this."
　　 He took his sight away from the sky and turned to the noisy and bustling city of New Abraken.
　　 This is the largest port city in the New California Republic, the largest city in the entire Republic, and the largest city in the world.
　　 It originated from a small trading island. In the process of continuous immigration and development, it has absorbed a large number of immigrants and businessmen through its unique geographical advantages. Since the establishment of the New California Republic, it has been the second largest city in the entire New Continent.
　　According to the original ideas of the founders, the new Abraken should be the capital of the country, but for some political and religious reasons, the city was only used as an economic center, not a political center.
　　The immigrants yearn for its prosperity, the priests scold it for its pollution, the politicians need its support, the criminals long for its wealth, and the merchants enjoy its power.
　　 This is the new Abraken, the city of banks, the city of adventure, the city of wealth, the city of sin
　　 Of course, in such a place, there are naturally some things that breed in the deepest part of the human heart.
　　 Hannibal loves this city, and people like him also like this city.
　　 For example, in a dark temple underground
　　 For example
　　 him, fear clenched his soul, an idea was born, even if struggling, but will still be permanently restrained.
He could not control the wandering, trembling consciousness, like a primitive spear stirring vigorously, the sounds from all directions tempted him, licking his brain like a fiery burning flame, weakening his determination, Pull him to hell.
　　 He looked at the priest standing in front of him, but he was unable to fight.
　　 In the end, did not say a word or make a shout.
　　His thoughts are desperate to desire: choose me!
　　Five-ring elder Shimon Koletskiy looked down at the broken body of the cursed Wendigos, and there was no mercy in his eyes.
　　 His hand rested on the staff of confusion, and he sometimes squeezed and relaxed while waiting impatiently, his eyes hidden in the sharp-faced visor exuding a faint red light.
　　 "He is ready, sir."
　　Koletzky turned and said that being asked to obey apparently made him suffer, and his tone was still soft and weak.
　　 "Then continue, priest, but be careful, if you let me down, he will no longer be the only sacrifice tonight."
A crimson armor, the god-selecting leader, Mori, replied bluntly, revealing sharp teeth like shark teeth, and there was no goodwill on the face of the ravine and the curse, and he leaned forward and leaned against the huge gluttonous battle. On the sickle, the blade twisted hungrily under his grip.
　　Simon Koletski did not answer, but nodded his staff without saying a word. The selected cultist walked to the edge of the pit with his head hanging down, as if in a trance.
An altar is placed at the bottom of the deep pit just after excavation. It is not much better than a randomly split stone pile, but its side is engraved with a serpentine pattern, which depicts the sacrifice and slaughter. The craftsman for each inscription They all gave blood and finished the production with anger, pain and love.
　　 The surface of the altar was impregnated with the blood spilled from countless sacrifices, and the blood flowed into every deep groove and slit.
The cultist crawled carefully along the edge of the pit towards the altar. Every step he became more frightened by not knowing what he was doing, but a whisper rang in his soul, disintegrating his resistance, and dragging him forward, He doesn't need to be escorted even though he knows he doesn't want to do it.
　　 As he approached the altar, he realized that Koletski and Moliere had already waited there with armed followers standing behind them in a fan shape.
　　 is just in case, even in the pit covered by the shadow, he can still see the constant maliciousness beating in their eyes.
　　Moliere itself is a monster, like a strong and draped corpse, just like a pile of white rotten meat under the thin moonlight, it seems that only his sharp knife-like teeth are still reflecting, and its evil is far beyond human imagination.
A foul odor emanated into the air. The last time the cultists realized how Molière’s scarlet armor was covered with a thick layer of paint. Those were the last residues of countless soldiers who had fallen on the journey of the Lord of God. This is For hundreds of years, witnesses of massacres across countless regions.
　　 Without any encouragement, the unnamed cultists climbed onto the altar and lay down, with arms raised above their heads and feet reaching the corners of the slate.
　　With his eyes closed, he felt a shock almost imperceptible from the stone below.
　　 Then, this is where everything starts.
　　 Suddenly Koletskiy stopped singing, and the silence instantly occupied the pit, and only a continuous gasp broke the silence.
　　The cultists started to shout, a huge rift cut his chest, and blood and organs ran through the altar.
　　Molière's tongue licked the sharp teeth, watching the power of the gods squeezing the body of the victim, imagining that one day he could have such power.
　　 "Sir, the eternal city has fallen, my lord's wishes"
　　Koleczky interrupted his thoughts and pulled his consciousness back from the mist of delusion.
"That has nothing to do with us, our task is to complete the final sacrifice, to give Wendigo's heart to my lord, everything is under control~EbookFREE.me~ Trust, Sanctuary of Citizens, Sanctuary, all It's just a food in my mouth!"
　　 Suddenly, there was a shower of blood in the closed shrine. Moliere watched the huge blood basin before the distorted gradually fill up, and nodded with satisfaction.
　　 "I drip the turtle! Is this a shrimp fight?"
　　Gook stood on the edge of the cliff near the sea, looking at the cyan sun falling in the east. The scene was so shocking that he opened his mouth in shock, and half of the fish on his tongue kept beating.
　　Many warlords and leaders like him were shocked by this wonder.
　　 "Head, this thing keeps flashing!"
　　 "Where is that place?"
　　Gook turned his head to look at Evry who was sitting on her shoulder. She stared into the distance, her fingers constantly curling her lilac long hair.
　　 "King, if the concubine remembers correctly, it should be Cusconal's direction."
"What?"
　　Guk doesn't quite remember the long and long names of human beings.
　　 "It is the capital of the Benedict Empire."
　　 "That place! Could someone grab it before I?"
　　As soon as he thought that the goal he had booked had already been started first, Guk got a little angry, and he turned around immediately, staring at Mogduogen and said:
　　 "Tell Grak that if they don't work slowly, I will unscrew their heads one by one!"
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