The game has become a real alternate world

She was so unlucky to be captured, becoming a reserve sacrifice and source of sustenance.

Perhaps because the fear in her heart had reached its limit, or perhaps she had come to understand.

Originally extremely scared, Shalika silently lowered her head, and at this moment, the fear in her heart also faded.

No hope, then face it calmly.

Wondering if being a sacrifice of the Evil God and having her soul devoured by these monsters could lead her to the world of souls, where she might meet her parents?

She quietly thought this way.

The Tailor who had captured her looked at the young girl who suddenly calmed down, shrugged indifferently.

Dragging the girl out of the cell, ignoring the shouts behind him, he dragged the two women upward.

After being held in the dungeon for a long time, Sarika was dragged out and looked at the original port outside. Almost half of the buildings had been burned and abandoned, this place had long become a wasteland.

In the ruins, there were some cultists, along with those corrupted followers swayed by their influence, wandering vigilantly around.

Just dragged like this, they arrived at a house near the plaza.

"Master, I have brought the sacrifices."

The door opened, and a Tailor, shrouded entirely in a black robe, was holding a Bone Staff, stepping out.

On his black robe, there was an unheard-of pattern embroidered.

It was an irregular circle, surrounded by chaotic protrusions, with a tilted eyeball drawn in the center.

The overall color was gloomy and pale.

The top of the bone Scepter in his hand was an arm of dried bone, slightly swinging the Scepter, the skeletal hand grasped Shalika's head like a hand.

Feeling the touch on her head, looking at that thing, Shalika couldn't help but widen her eyes, the fear that had originally faded surged up once again.

"Take them to the square."

Shalika was led to the square, and seeing the situation there, her face turned pale instantly, and she started vomiting.

This place was like a slaughterhouse, all kinds of limbs, flesh seemed to be undergoing some experimentation, disassembled, merged, inscribed.

In the center, there was an Array drawn with blood.

Shalika saw many corpses and a civilian hanging upside down. She recognized it; it was the one dragged out yesterday.

The civilian was still alive, but better off dead. His limbs were removed, his body even hollowed out, with strange patterns painted on.

Is that her future?

Shalika thought highly of herself, her fear began to breed wildly, unable to stop her eyes from widening.

Just then, the woman who was dragged along with her woke up, seeing the surroundings and screamed.

The sound was piercingly sharp, like a Shock Wave, spreading around, her heart's fear reaching a certain limit.

"Noisy swine."

The cultist who came over waved the Bone Staff in his hand and directly sealed the woman's mouth, leaving only a look of terrified struggle.

Maybe she was too noisy, directly bound by scarlet ropes.

The cultist waved his hand, cleaning the place where the corpse was beside him.

Placing the terrified struggling woman at that position, seemingly related to the ceremony's Array.

"Do not fear, swine, your blood, your soul, your Life shall become part of our god's descent onto the world, all your being shall contribute to this, you should be honored, after all, you are but a swine."

The cultist murmured, his expression becoming fervent.

The Bone Staff and his scarlet Power transformed into a sharp knife, starting the operation.

Shalika was forced to watch from the side, her eyes wide, filled with terror. Tears streaming down uncontrollably.

He looked at that scene, perhaps it's what he would soon experience, time was so torturous, fear ceaselessly bred and ballooned in his heart, yet he was helpless.

"Someone save me, oh god, someone save me!"

Shalika kept praying, desperately praying and begging for assistance.

"Someone help me! Save me! I don't want to die this way! I don't want to die so cruelly!"

She screamed in her heart, her voice full of sobs and despair.

Opened mouth cried out.

"Waaahhhhhh!"

The cultist who was operating heard such cries, frowned and turned around, ready to eliminate the crying girl.

Suddenly noticed something, swiftly took out a pillar Gemstone from his pocket.

This pillar Gemstone emitted light.

This made the cultist widen his eyes, looking at the girl nearby.

Rushed over, extended his hand, trying to choke the girl's neck.

"Snap!"

The cultist looked at a hand he didn't recognize holding his arm, the hand firmly grasping his arm, making him unable to move an inch.

The cultist looked up.

The girl who was crying and praying for help stood dumbfounded, looking at the Knight who appeared before her.

"What are you doing to this girl?"

Kana stared at the cultist in front of him, asking.

The cultist, without saying a word, extended his hand upwards.

The blood transformed into scarlet claws, swinging upwards, directly at Kana's head.

"Aaah!"

However, the scream was from the cultist.

Originally, the blood he used to attack Kana somehow circled back, slicing into his own arm.