In the gloomy cave, with complicated spell patterns and a strong smell of blood in the air, plus a group of black-robed men who were chanting unfamiliar spells and dancing strange dances, she knew that the cultists were holding a summoning ritual.
His blue eyes were filled with blood flowing under the dim light.
The bright red liquid flowed on the altar patterns carved by the cultists, as if it had a life of its own, twisting wantonly like a snake.
"Damn it, am I going to be offered to the God of Disobedience as a sacrifice?”
Erika tried to struggle, but she still had no strength.
The ancient evil secret arts were not recorded in the Magic Society's library, and the evil-breaking spells required the double amplification of props and words.
However, she didn't even have the strength to speak, let alone cast a spell to make the spirit destroy the ritual field of the cultists.
Finally, she remembered what her uncle said to her.
" Brave " or " tactless ".
Judging from the outcome, it was indeed too careless of him to act alone to investigate the God of Disobedience.
Uncle was right.
He had never been involved with the God of Disobedience, so he had no idea how terrifying things related to the God of Disobedience were.
"If I had known earlier, I would have called that guy over.”
At least she had someone to talk to before she was offered to the God of Disobedience.
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Ling Yun resisted the urge to sneeze.
He rubbed his nose and looked into the depths of the cave.
It made the nauseating feeling even heavier, as if there was a huge rock pressing down on his heart, making him feel a little breathless.
Other than the initial camouflage, there were no alarms or offensive traps along the way. This allowed Ling Yun to travel smoothly. Finally, he carefully poked his head out from behind a rock.
The scene that was being observed by Erika was being transmitted to Ling Yun's brain in real-time.
"Another cult?"
Ever since he got to know Erika, he had encountered more and more cults.
In just this half a year, the number of cultists who had died at his hands could be counted on five fingers.
In the past, this kind of thing was simply a fantasy for a young man like him.
However, cults were called cults because they would do things that went against the wishes of the public.
Human Sacrifice, Spreading Terror, Spreading Plague, etc.
At this moment, Ling Yun also noticed that his hands and legs were being helped.
Her dark red gown was stained with a lot of dust and dirt, but judging from her expression, she did not look like she had been violated.
Otherwise, Ling Yun would be looking at a dead body that had committed suicide.
Ling Yun turned his attention to the cultist who was performing the strange ritual.
He quickly guessed that it was a ritual to summon the God of Disobedience.
Furthermore, the offerings placed on the altar all indicated that the person they were summoning was an evil god.
At the very least, it was definitely not a positive image in the myths and legends.
After observing for a while, Ling Yun, who was just about to jump out and kill someone, thought about it carefully and stopped in his tracks.
It was rare for him to come across a god summoning ritual that was close to success in the past six months. Ling Yun didn't want to ruin this hard-won opportunity for the God-slaying Ceremony out of selfishness.
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The moment Ling Yun decided not to make a move, the cultists had already reached the final stage of their summoning ritual.
There was a faint smell of sulfur in the air. This mountain was an extinct volcano.
More than one-third of the offerings in the center of the altar were snake corpses of various colors, and the other one-third were birds and poultry, as well as the corpse of a bull.
Other than that, there were oak branches, sticks, and a small amount of gold.
There were also many things that looked like stones.
The heretic cult believer screamed at the altar and above his head. It was even more uncomfortable than Ling Yun's nervousness back then.
At first glance, they looked like a group of chuunibyou.
Finally, a stooped heretic cult believer took out a clay jar from his bosom and placed it among the offerings.
The cultists who had formed a circle knelt on the ground, raised their hands above their heads, and began to call out the names of their gods.
"Typhon."
“Typhon.Typhon.Typhon......”
From the initial loud call, it gradually evolved into a soft and complicated whisper.
"Typhon?"
Ling Yun finally remembered who Typhon was.
He thought it was some unknown god, but he didn't expect it to be this thing.
Typhon was a demon in Greek mythology.
In myths, there were many other names such as the King of Demons, the God of Demons, the Father of Demons, and the Ancestor of All Demons.
A member of the Titans in Greek mythology.
The image in the ancient book was a fire-breathing giant that was taller than a mountain. It had 100 snake heads, and its entire body was covered in bird-like feathers, as well as a pair of black wings.
It was a monster born from Gaia and possessed absolute power.
Its power terrified the gods. It punched Apollo, the sun god, kicked Selene, the moon god, dragged Poseidon's car out of the sea, and even Leviathan behaved like a good baby in front of it.
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