A few hours ago, in a forest in Italy, nearly a hundred meters underground.
In the quiet secret chamber, several witches held books of demonic arts that looked extremely old and slightly yellowed.
The demonesses were all wearing magic outfits that could be used to summon spirits. These demonesses, who were extremely beautiful because of magic, were embellished with a mysterious color.
However, unlike those precious magic outfits, the bodies of these witches were directly exposed, and they used their blood to draw incantations on their snow-white bodies.
But now, the magic array that was engraved on the ground and emitting golden fluorescent light, as well as the precious gems embedded on the walls according to the arrangement of the stars, made the atmosphere here extremely serious. Even if those witches were extremely tempting, no one would have any bad thoughts.
However, what was more attractive was something else.
They were human corpses, the corpses of children. They were stacked up layer by layer, and there were hundreds of children's corpses.
Corpses piled up like garbage around the magic array, emitting a nauseating smell of blood.
However, none of the witches present were affected by the smell of blood.
They were like machines, preparing the surgical method with extreme precision.
This enormous ritual magic had been prepared for nearly a hundred years. No matter what, it could not fail.
"The hounds of the Bronze Black Cross are almost here.”
The only girl who had nothing to do and had her eyes closed opened her colorless eyes.
"No matter what, the God's Advent Ceremony cannot fail. Even if you have to use your lives, you have to stop those fellows!”
This delicate girl, who was the Demoness Commander of the association, did not panic even in such a critical situation. She gave such a cruel order in an incomparably cold manner.
After all, although she was still as weak as a teenage girl, she had already experienced hundreds of years of history.
Most of the witches present were her apprentices.
No one answered her, no one rejected her, and no one responded.
The witches silently set up the final magic ritual, then stood up and walked out of the house.
Looking at the acolytes who were determined to die, the delicate girl was still expressionless like the ice on the mountain peak, but a trace of tears flowed from the corner of her eyes.
"Then, it's up to you. The revival of our association, the Rosicrucuan, will be entrusted to your lives.”
As she spoke, she looked at the remaining five Demonesses. Although she couldn't bear to see them, she resolutely ordered.
"Let the blood sacrifice begin. I hope that the descending God of Disobedience will allow us to revive the glory of the association!”
As she spoke, the five witches raised the daggers in their hands that were carved from crystal and decorated with gold.
Then, without any hesitation, they stabbed the dagger into their chests.
Even though blood was gushing out of their mouths, the five witches seemed to be completely unaware of it as they resolutely chanted the incantation in praise of the gods.
"Then, descend. God, let us mortals on the earth feel the majesty of God!”
As the incantation ended, the five witches lost their life force and fell on the magic circle cast from gold.
The blood seeping out of their bodies stained the golden magic array.
Then, the door of the secret room, which was nearly 100 meters underground, opened with a bang.
Knights in silver armor filed in. Their faces were filled with hatred. They hated the witches who slaughtered mortals and performed rituals.
"Evil witch, accept the punishment of death!”
It was an extremely delicate voice. Liliana, who was dressed in a light blue knight's uniform, walked out from among the knights.
She looked at the corpses of the children that were casually thrown on the ground, and her eyes were filled with endless anger. Her snow-white hands that were holding onto the Silver Master were a little pink because she used too much strength.
"No, it's too late!"
The witch's eyes were filled with admiration as she looked at the magic array that was getting brighter and brighter.
As the faint golden magic dust rose, a golden figure appeared in the magic array.
"God, our God, please give these sinners the punishment they deserve!”
The devilish female's eyes were filled with passion as she stared at the figure that appeared in the magic array.
This was the association she belonged to, the hope she had for hundreds of years, and also her meaning in this world.
"That's the God of Disobedience. Retreat quickly!”
A knight in thick silver armor could not even hold his sword tightly when he saw the golden figure.
The boundless might smashed down on everyone present, making these high-ranking witches and knights unable to even straighten their backs.
"Bastard, who are you calling a god?”
The golden figure was Gilgamesh, who had just descended. He tilted his head slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. His eyes were filled with contempt as he looked at the people who admired his majesty.
However, his tone was filled with endless killing intent.
"You have the honor of meeting this king, but you don't know this king's name. A foolish person like you has no right to live!”
As soon as these words fell, the delicate witch was pierced through by sharp swords.
They were all the manifestation of heroic spirits, existences known as Treasured Artifacts. They easily tore apart the layers of magic barriers on the Demoness 'body and pierced into her delicate body.
"Why, God, why must you do this!”
The Demoness asked unwillingly. Then, she sat down on the pool of blood formed by the dead children, the dead Demoness, and herself.
"I am the ruler of Uruk, the only king in the heavens, Gilgamesh!”
As he said this, his slightly raised face seemed to be mocking the witch for overestimating herself.
"Daring to summon this king in such a place is an unpardonable crime!”
When the witch heard his arrogant words, a trace of unwillingness flashed through her eyes.
They didn't expect that the god they had prepared for nearly a hundred years to summon would actually completely destroy their association.
As expected, the God of Disobedience was not worthy of worship.
With such thoughts, the witch died on the cold ground.
At this moment, Liliana did not flee in panic with the other knights.
She didn't care about the blood on the ground at all. Instead, she respectfully performed a standard knight's salute.
"King, you even bestowed us with the bronze black cross of the association. Let us humbly welcome your arrival!”
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