Chapter 1157: Last Sacrifice
Chapter 1157: Last Sacrifice
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"Have you woken up?"
Nietzsche struggled to open his eyes, feeling as though he had a piece of lead lodged in his brain. Waves of nausea continually hit his throat, making him grit his teeth, unable to speak.
Around him, rows of wooden racks lined up neatly with merchandise. Clearly, he had returned to Andy's convenience store.
Fang Yuan stood by the side, wiping a porcelain bottle, and commented, "You actually cast that kind of curse with your current abilities. Do you want to die?"
"That woman... tried to kill me before!" Nietzsche said with a low voice, the disgust in his chest finally settled.
"Even so, it can't be a reason for your reckless action... You would have also died if I hadn't reached there in time..." Fang Yuan shook his head.
"How... is the situation?" Nietzsche struggled to ask.
"Nothing much... Although they didn't manage to capture you, the Church of the Eye definitely has a backup plan and has found a suitable sacrifice..." Fang Yuan shrugged. "They're probably carrying out the Offering of Souls now? A frenzy of spirits will attack all of Kimbert City..."
"What?" Nietzsche exclaimed in alarm. "I've got to stop them!"
"Stop them? You?" Fang Yuan sneered sarcastically. "With your current controller-level extraordinary power? You'd just be delivering a delicious meal to them... unless you accept my training."
"You want to... train me?" Nietzsche was not excited but infuriated. "Why? You obviously have the power to do something about it, but you're unwilling to. You're sending thousands of people to their deaths..."
Why? Should I tell you that I even secretly sent Morigu to help those cultists with the Offering of Souls?
Fang Yuan glanced obliquely and suddenly showed a sad look. "Young man... there are many things you don't know, so don't jump to conclusions. So, do you want this chance?"
"Of course... not!" Normally, Nietzsche would have jumped with joy if someone who was evidently an extremely powerful Extraordinary offered to train him. However, time was not on his side.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you. The training will be conducted in a very special place where time flows much much slower. That means that training for ten years inside will only be ten minutes outside..." Fang Yuan explained, seemingly seeing through Nietzsche's concerns.
"There's such a place? Is it the Kingdom of the Gods?" Nietzsche's eyes widened. "I'm going!!!"
"Very good!" Fang Yuan brought Nietzsche to an old door. "Follow me!"
It was naturally extremely easy for him to create a simple house of time with his mastery of the Space-Time Great Dao.
Nietzsche took a deep breath and entered the door. Fang Yuan smiled and followed.
The ancient door closed without a sound, and after ten minutes, it opened again.
A ragged Nietzsche walked out, and he seemed to have matured quite a bit.
"Thank you. Although I don't know why you refuse to let me address you as teacher, in my mind, you've been one to me for a long time!"
He bowed solemnly and stepped out. His body turned into a flame and quickly disappeared into the night.
"The reason why I don't let you call me that is naturally because I want to avoid embarrassment!" Fang Yuan shrugged and looked at Morigu Tata, who emerged from behind him. "How was it?"
"The Offering of Souls is already unavoidable!" Morigu replied respectfully. "All we have to do now is to wait..."
"Very good!"
Fang Yuan's eyes stared far away and immediately reached that underground space.
...
The secret underground base of the Church of the Eye had already changed dramatically.
A massive, dark sacrificial altar stood surrounded by blood-red flames.
The Investigation Agency members had suffered heavy casualties in the tunnels, and only Clayon and Angelina were still struggling to fend them off.
"No! These cultists are powerful Extraordinaries! My spirituality can't break through them..."
Angelina's closed eyes opened, and two streaks of blood tears actually flowed down.
"Damn it..." Clayon was bathed in blood as he looked at the surrounding vampires and ghouls. The battle had evidently reached its climax. "If I had known, I would have contacted the army to bomb the daylights out of this place..."
This was just the anger talking. He would not have been able to carry the notoriety of bombing a city. Moreover, this place was deep enough underground that it could weaken the power of most bombs.
"Lord of Darkness, please accept our final sacrifice!" the high priest howled fanatically at the center of the black sacrificial altar.
Around him lay many corpses, their expressions satisfied and happy. They had obviously taken their own lives.
Right in the front, there was a wooden cross with a young boy tied to it. He looked somewhat like Nietzsche and was clearly blood-related.
"At the end of the hunting ritual, the sacrifices that have escaped for many years will eventually fulfill the fate of being sacrificed..."
The high priest stepped forward and smoothly plunged his knife into the young man's chest.
Poof!
Blood spewed everywhere.
"Damn it!!!" Nietzsche's angry howl came from a tunnel.
Flash!
A golden ray carrying flames burnt the entire tunnel.
Many vampires and ghouls wailed as they turned into ashes.
Angelina and Clayon stared at their bodies, and their wounds healed in no time. The golden flames and light brought warmth to them.
"Sorry I'm late!" An aged Nietzsche looked at the sacrificial altar with pain and hatred on his face.
"You... Abyss? Or even beyond the Abyss realm?" Angelina covered her mouth with her hands. Even though anything could happen in the extraordinary world, it was still too shocking.
"I might have stared into the abyss, but my heart is still with the light!" Nietzsche walked into the blood-red flame fearlessly. "I... am the sun!!!"
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Whoosh!
An even more dazzling light radiated from him, continuously expanding outward with his body as the center.
As if... Nietzsche had really become a small sun!
The golden rays burnt everything, completely destroying the blood-red flames. Traces of black soot appeared on the ground, and thousands of faint screams transmitted from them.
Clayon fainted after hearing it, and Angelina barely managed to stay awake.
Obviously, she was unable to lend a hand in an extraordinary fight at this level.
"High priest of the Church of the Eye?"
Nietzsche walked steadily to the center of the sacrificial altar, keeping his eyes on that one-eyed old man.
"You're too late!" The old man had already carved out a heart and two eyeballs from the sacrifice and arranged them into a triangle. "The Offering of Souls is complete. Based on the guidance of that great existence, the following dark sacrifices will automatically activate themselves. This is the perfect array orbit! I was so wrong before..."
"Automatically activate? Great existence? What are you talking about?"
Nietzsche was shocked. His powerful thoughts surged out and pressed the old man down onto the ground.
"Cough... It's futile. My body might be rotting, but I obtained eternality for my soul!" The high priest spit out a large amount of blood that contained pieces of intestines. After chanting an incantation, he resolutely waved his knife and committed suicide on the sacrificial altar.
Rumble!
A terrifying aura spread from the sacrificial altar, and even the radiance of the sun could not stop it.
Nietzsche's face turned very ugly.
...
A carriage team readied itself by a black river.
In the largest carriage, Gegehu gazed at the crystal ball on a goose down cushion and issued an urgent warning. "Quickly leave this place! Something very bad is about to happen..."
The next moment, he saw a blood-red eye in the center of the crystal ball staring back at him.
"Ahh!!"
The guards outside rushed in upon hearing the scream only to find the carriage empty. They looked at each other in dismay.
In the eastern district of Kimbert City, a well-dressed gentleman carrying a bloody ax appeared. He knocked down the door of a resident, and screams soon followed. He exited with fresh blood on his ax and went to the next one immediately.
In the southern district, many girls in white dress emerged. They walked through walls without any qualms, taking away one life after another.
...
The same situation was happening in the northern and western districts of the city.
A tide of undead even more terrifying than the one in Green Forest City broke out in Kimbert City.
If Director Barton had known things would evolve to this point, he would have definitely focused his efforts on preventing the cultists.
Unfortunately, there were no 'ifs' in this world. The incomparably terrifying Offering of Souls had broken out completely right in Kimbert City.
A horrifying number of more than a hundred thousand residents died in the blink of an eye!
After exceeding a certain amount, a beam of light rose in three directions of Kimbert City.
One of which was green, representing the energy of the flesh; one was red, representing the vitality of blood; the last one was white, absorbing the resentful souls of the entire city, the power of soul.
The three pillars of light formed a triangle, shooting up into the sky.
Right in the middle of the triangle, a vertical eye symbol appeared.
The tribute to the God of Darkness, the offerings for Omar, finally arrived!
Kaboom!
The earth cracked, and a sun floated out.
Nietzsche was in the center of the sun. He howled. "Nooo!!!"
"Haha...."
A translucent, expressionless figure with bloody-eyes appeared in front of him. It was the high priest's spirit!
Nietzsche felt his heart turn cold, as he could no longer sense Angelina and Clayon.
Even Extraordinaries would have a lot of trouble dealing with the attacks of spirits, and they might even die in an instant. Clayon had no chance at all.
"Ahh!!"
The fierce remorse and unwillingness made Nietzsche growl and rush toward the high priest.