Inside the Grey Eagle Castle, Lord Li En is enjoying a rare nap.

Delicate maids surround the handsome master of swordsmanship, and serve the lord with all their softness.

Just then, the tower bell rang.

It is not more sacred than the bell of the church, but from the poignant and indictment full of blood.

The accusation of the ghost made the beautiful girls frightened and desperately drilled into the arms of the lord.

The girl with dazzling blonde hair embraced Li En delicately.

The head was pressed against the lord's not very broad chest, and he looked at Li En with silky eyes, and said in a coquettish voice:

"My lord, I'm afraid ......"

However, the next moment, the blonde's expression was instantly stunned.

The lord of Lee, who she had seen, who was usually gentle and always had a poetic-like melancholy female accent in his voice, seemed to be smiling at the moment, and there was always an indescribable gloom and madness.

"Has this day finally come?"

Why is it dark?

The blonde was puzzled when she suddenly saw a familiar body.

The only flaw of the proud figure today is that it has no head.

That's your own body.

After a short scream, Lee gently wiped his sword and shook the bell beside him.

A moment later, a big dark-skinned man quietly walked out, his back to Lee Eun to dispose of the corpse on the ground.

The weird and terrifying chewing sound made Li En's expression more intoxicated and more crazy.

"God is calling us to tell the lazy pigs that it's time to pray."

……

Cutting out the usable parts from the body of the Wyvern, Night's Big Bag led Lily out of the mine.

Without the lord who reigned on the mountain, the two did not have to cross the dangerous swamp, but returned directly from the main road.

It was already dusk when I returned to Greyhawk Town.

As the sun sets, the town's residents decorate their houses and light bonfires with excited and happy smiles at the end of the day.

Around the bonfire, dance and sing songs.

On the streets of the town, rows of tables are lined with plates of appetizing delicacies.

There are also many women on the street handling ingredients.

Chickens, ducks, swans, river fish, whole wild boar, free-range goats and whole cattle......

The pots and pans are lined up, and all kinds of delicacies are cooked in the hands of a clever woman.

For a while, the streets were filled with the smell of food.

It's rare that Prometheus, where the wicked are rampant, has a creature as happy as a halfling.

This atmosphere makes the body and mind relax in the night.

It's just that the little girl next to him muttered:

"It's not today, is it because Liz remembers it wrong? ……”

The masked night stood out in the crowd.

A lumberjack came to the night with a wine glass, and said drunkly:

"Outlander?"

After Cangye nodded, the other party suddenly smiled and handed over the wine glass in his hand:

"Welcome to Greyhawk Town, I hope you enjoy it."

"I will."

Cangye took the wine glass, his nose twitched slightly, and then drank it all.

The lumberjack's eyes lit up, and then he shouted:

"Let's make a toast to the outlanders!"

"Cheers!"

There are many people around who respond to the Tao.

Today, the town's tavern is free for all guests, much to the delight of the drunkards.

In a burst of laughter, the night and Lily said goodbye to everyone and returned to the inn.

The proprietress stepped forward cordially and said hello:

"Don't be in a hurry to leave, guests, today is a rare festival in Gray Eagle Town, and you won't be able to meet it in the future."

Although it was kind, the night carefully observed the proprietress .

His expression was a little glazed, and the excitement in his eyes glowed with some kind of overly strong color, and he was on the verge of hysteria.

The demeanor of the residents of Gray Eagle suddenly appeared in the memory of the night.

No one has more or less excitement in their eyes, but some are on the verge of madness. It's like......

It's as if this really is the last celebration of my life!

This is not seen in the night anywhere else in Prometheus.

But in other parts of the multiverse, such as the earthly kingdoms ruled by the Church of the Gods, the same is true of the devout or fanatical believers.

This is a fanatic color that belongs only to the gods!

Thinking through the joints, Cangye did not move on the surface, and returned to his room after a few perfunctory words.

Packing his bags as fast as he could, he suddenly smashed the window in the night, and then broke out of the window.

Outside the room is a large open space that used to be just a place for a group of children to play.

However, it was too late for the night to notice.

The scene in front of him made Cangye's heart sink.

Hundreds of townspeople walked out of their houses to celebrate the inexplicable celebration with great fanaticism.

Excited to the point of madness, many people took out knives and slashed on their bodies, cutting blood marks one after another.

Even, in the night, I saw someone laughing and jumping into the bonfire.

The flame creeping up the body does not bring pain deep into the bone marrow, but the supreme pleasure!

"Outlander, are you leaving?"

When the night looked back, he saw that the lumberjack who had invited him to drink had appeared behind him at some point.

With an exaggerated and strange smile on his face, he holds not a wine glass but a logging axe.

In an inexplicably excited tone, the lumberjack laughed:

"Stay, brother."

"You can't get out of here."

With that, a creepy smile appeared on the lumberjack's face, and he suddenly smashed his axe into his neck.

The rough and dull axe struck a dozen times in a row, as if it was laboriously cutting down a large tree.

It's like cutting down a tree, cutting off your own head alive.

The smiling skull rolled down at his feet, blood spurting out of his neck and splashing the night.

Everything in front of me was chilling.

If you were an ordinary person, you might have gone crazy a long time ago.

Without further hesitation, the night quickly left here.

It's late at night, and the second half of the celebration is a massive mass suicide.

One by one, the residents were smiling, torturing themselves by various means, and the almost crazy self-abuse was followed by suicide.

Along the way, almost every villager has been like this.

Preach the terrible doctrine of ending life by self-harm, self-abuse, and suicide, which only cults can do.

Cruel girl!

You can also call her the Cruel Daughter, a false god who looks like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, wears restraint clothes, and holds various torture instruments in her hands.

He always has a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, and he takes pleasure in whipping and abusing living beings.

Needless to say, this is a deity who is extremely evil!

It's unbelievable that the entire town has been reduced to a livestock farm for cruel maidens, and that it can still hide from the Professionals' Guild and the Godslayer Alliance, which is simply incredible!

At some point, a group of cultists dressed in scarlet robes and tricorne hats covered their entire heads surrounded him.

In their hands, they held bone-crusher hammers, huge iron hooks, barbed whips, and other equipment that looked like torture tools more than weapons, and they approached the night with mechanical steps like walking corpses.

These people are the cultists of the 'Red Dawn', the followers of the cruel maiden.

The creatures who have been stockpiled by the inhuman torments of body and soul have trained the best and most loyal followers through the methods of the dark world.

Monk of Pain!

Supernatural special advanced cult fighters, every one of them was a professional during his lifetime.

Now, there are two or three thousand people in the night!