Beg?

To whom!

At this moment, Grush only felt a tingling in his scalp.

Are the people around them really 'cultists'? Are they cultists? Or are they sacrificed under the control of these mind snatchers?

Grush turned his head to look, but saw that the soldiers of the Principality of Sorrow were as brave as the god of war, and in just a dozen seconds, they had already killed dozens of cultists.

The resistance of the cultists was like a fragile blank sheet of paper in front of them, and the swords in the hands of the soldiers slashed over them, easily taking a life.

The resistance of the cultists was very weak in front of those soldiers, just like when he attacked this side just now, he easily killed a few cultists!

The cultists didn't even make any effective defenses, and the loose encirclement was crushed in an instant by a well-trained army.

If these cultists have not undergone any military training, so it is nothing that causes them to be loosely formed, but as cultists, how can they be so weak?

The cultists were armed with all sorts of weapons and struggled to resist, and from Grush's point of view, it was as if they were watching a one-sided slaughter!

How could cultists be without 'spellcasters'?

"Stop!"

After countless thoughts flashed through his mind, Grushh involuntarily shouted urgently.

However, not many soldiers chose to follow his 'orders' and continued to wield their weapons tirelessly to slay down their enemies.

Only a few soldiers hesitated at the slightest hearing his order, but it was a pause of a second or two that allowed the cultists in front of them to seize the opportunity and hurriedly brandish their weapons with ferocious momentum, showing a kind of determination like 'vowing to kill the enemy in front of them'.

They couldn't kill the soldiers in front of them, how could they kill these soldiers whose daily activities were to deal with monsters and monsters hidden in the mountains and forests with their strength?

The result of failing to kill the soldier is to be killed by the angry soldier with his sword!

Cultists numbering no less than 100 are being reaped like wheat straw, and their lives are being harvested by soldiers.

The sky was dark, and the shadowy cultists in the woods fell one by one, screaming and roaring incessantly, alarming countless birds and beasts, and ringing in Grush's ears along with the wind.

One body after another fell one after another, completely staining the curtain that was slowly lowering, and Grush stood aside in a daze to watch this scene, only to feel that his heart was filled with a coldness.

None of the cultists chose to retreat, they followed one after the other, and when the people in front died, those behind rushed forward to continue to bury their lives, and in addition to this, he also saw a soldier fall under the enemy's sword from time to time.

The blood gathered into a river, the screams and curses of death turned into a howl of the wind, and the corpses filled the gaps between the trees, and the smell of blood became stronger.

Who's standing behind this? I'm afraid there's no need to guess!

Estem Lange Rorota, Mind Master, Lord of the Ninth Hundred and Seventy-second Layer of the Abyss—it's all his conspiracy!

"Ah!!h

Suddenly, a soul-piercing scream erupted behind Grush, and his head felt as if it had been hit hard, and the soldiers immediately lost the strength to control their bodies and fell to their knees.

It was also at this moment that those cultists suddenly exploded, fragments of their shattered heads flew everywhere, blood gushed out from their necks, and dozens of corpses fell to the ground with a bang.

Blood sacrifices?

The power of the mind continued to sting Grush's brain, making it difficult for him to think at such times.

But after seeing the tragic situation of those cultists, such a word subconsciously popped up in his brain, because 'blood sacrifice' was indeed very similar to what he had seen so far.

But in the next second, he vetoed his idea again.

The chaotic state of his brain made it difficult for him to think, and it took a few seconds for this state to ease slightly.

After the state eased, Grushh suddenly couldn't help but tremble.

If it wasn't a 'blood sacrifice,' then what were they for? Judging from the situation just now, after the signal was issued, those cultists had already rushed to this side.

Although I don't know what method they used to make so many people able to travel through the shadows, it is already certain that this matter is a conspiracy from beginning to end!

The Mind Flayer is dead, and so are the cultists, but in his vision, the border defenders, who are supposed to be 'prey', have little to lose compared to their enemies.

If he hadn't been there, those Mind Flayers would have died, because he hadn't even interfered too much just now, and those Mind Flayers would have died.

Before they died, they were begging for mercy from an existence that, if nothing else, was Estem!

Why?

At this moment, Grush figured it out -

Because Estham needed them to die from the start!

It's not just these Mind Flayers, it's also the Cultists, it needs their lives from the start, the border guards may just be a cover, in fact, the border guards don't need to be there, and Estem's plan can go smoothly!

However, there seems to be something wrong with this......

If, if there really isn't a need for border guards, then what about those altars?

Why are the altars so close to the road and so densely distributed?

But if you really want to attract the border guards, wouldn't it be easier to create some human disappearances after everything has been arranged?

All this—

In an instant, the wind died down and time stood still!

The golden light shone above the [Blazing Sun], as if there was a divine flame on it, and the [Principle of Justice] bloomed with dazzling silver brilliance, and a deadly coercion suddenly appeared, causing everyone except Grush to fall to the ground before they could breathe.

Blood flowed, drawing twisted pictures and words on the ground, and finally merging into the bloody altar in the clearing.

At this moment, Grush finally understood.

The border guards were nothing more than 'giveaways' that Estem could have done his plot even if he didn't need them, but it didn't want to let them go.

He had heard the Grand Duke of the Black Dragon mention that he had smashed an invasion plan by 'that octopus head', and it was said that the old duke had made a feud with Estem before him.

After connecting these clues, you can get an answer -

Estem, it's restarted its invasion plan once again!

It has never given up on invading the world of Assatom, or rather, it has hated the two generations of rulers of this former territory and now the principality.

So, it didn't give up.

The reason why it chose to build the altar near the road was to taste the delicious appetizers, and whether the border guards were involved in it or not did not affect its plans.

What it wants is a 'feast of revenge'!

"Ah!!h

Enraged, Grush lifted the [Blazing Sun] and plunged the sword into the ground, and the divine flames spread across the ground.

These domineering flames scorched the trees and meadows, but they didn't hurt them much, at most the water evaporated slightly.

But when the flames spread to the blood that had been formed into twisted runes, they began to burn violently.

"It's useless, my dear Mr. Grush!"

At this moment, a voice appeared in Grush's mind, and the sweet tone of his voice couldn't help but make the legendary paladin gag.

Grush, with a hideous face, looked up and saw a thin line of blood standing in the middle of the altar.

After that voice appeared, the blood line suddenly unfolded, instantly extinguishing the golden flame that was about to penetrate the altar's protection.

Estem, step out of it!