Chapter 792 791. Labyrinth Burial Ground: Finally, let the Great Nightmare Sacrifice begin! -New Year’s Update [2430]

"What are you going to do?"

LaRouche's speech was full of danger, which immediately made a group of cowardly goatman priests feel uneasy. The red-robed priest immediately asked:

"No, LaRouche, don't do anything stupid! The Nightmare Lord asked us to keep a low profile."

"You should keep a low profile, but that's normal."

LaRouche said disdainfully:

"Open your blind eyes and see, is this a normal situation now? The jackals have cornered us. We either have to fight, or we can only be used as nourishment and firewood to awaken the Lord of the Hunt."

"You know I'm blind, and you want me to open my eyes? I think you're just causing trouble!"

The red-robed priest also retorted without giving in:

"I know the situation and I know the reason, but the fact is that we are no match for the Jackals!

Please wake up, LaRouche. We still need to hide in the darkness and buy time and nutrients for the resurrection of the Nightmare Lord. We have been planning for this for hundreds of years, and we are not missing this point.

time.

Don't take chances!

I suggest gathering all the church members into the Tower of Nightmare and giving up all the territory outside."

"That's enough! You coward."

Before Chief Priest LaRouche finished speaking, the purple-clothed priest next to him couldn't listen anymore and cursed:

"Zhepu! You bitch is still as cowardly as you were two hundred years ago. Even if you have mastered the Golden Law with the blessing of the Lord of Nightmares, it still cannot change your cowardly nature. No wonder you spent so long in Abyss City.

None of them passed the test of a first-class conjurer.

It's not that you're not smart enough, you're just as hearty as a mouse.

I will just be a coward in everything I encounter. This time I support Priest LaRouche. We have been operating here for hundreds of years. Zhepu, we know every maze well. As long as we launch a counterattack,

No matter how many jackals come, they will be buried in this insatiable underground palace.

And their souls will become the best nourishment for sacrifice to Lord Baphomet.

In the past, we could only kidnap those stupid travelers coming and going here, which was too inefficient. Now we have a huge opportunity in front of us. Let those jackals come, they will take the initiative to send themselves into the nightmare.

In the bloody mouth of the tyrant.

Take us with you, LaRouche!

You and I are already old, and we don’t have much time to wait for Lord Baphomet to slowly wake up. If we want to get the promised eternal life in our dreams, we have to take risks.”

"Well, Fendel's statement won my heart."

Golden Priest LaRouche nodded with satisfaction. It glanced at the slaughter and death displayed on the black crystal ball and said:

"This is indeed a very risky operation, but think about it if it can be carried out smoothly, we can collect enough tortured souls for Lord Baphomet in a very short period of time, and use the nutrients of those souls to feed nightmares.

Add bricks and tiles to the Kingdom of Heaven.

And Zhepu, I'm not doing this out of personal gain.

Well, I can’t fool you, a blind guy. As Fendel said, it and I are no longer young, and time is not generous to us. You still have hundreds of years to plan slowly, but

We can't do it anymore.

Let me give you a thorough explanation.

According to the records in the "Book of Nightmares", Lord Baphomet still needs 23,256 tortured souls to meet the conditions for awakening, and if he wants to break the ancient seal, the number of sacrifices must be even greater.

Just like we did things secretly before, it will take at least a hundred years for us to gather the sacrifices to help the king break the seal, but now, the number of jackals and Transians who have died in the twenty-day war in the Shadow Valley has

far exceed this number.

We were too conservative before.

Just think about it, once those souls can be captured by us

And you know what’s the best part?

We are not the target of the jackals here!

The feared General Hugersen's goal is always to conquer Transia, which means that no matter what we do here, it will not affect the advance of the Jackals. This is destined to be just a flank battlefield, a marginal area.

It is impossible for the jackals to invest too much military force here unless they are willing to give up their war goals.

This means we can hit the ground running!

The first step is to wake up Lord Baphomet and give us more divine power.

The second step is to help Lord Baphomet break the seal and let the Lord of Nightmares reappear in this chaotic era.

By that time, we will also have a backing, and with the blessing of Lord Baphomet, we will return to Abyss City with the power of the entire nightmare world! We will drive that ridiculous city lord off his throne, and we will

Get the entire abyss treasure trove."

The golden priest laughed, and said loudly in a classic prayer posture with open hands:

"I admit that it is somewhat irrational for us to dedicate our faith to Lord Baphomet. After all, in the records about the Lord of Nightmares, he was not a powerful old god in ancient times, but so what?

No matter how weak a god is, he is still a god!

Those powerful gods have too many followers, and their blessings are only a little distributed to each believer, but the blessings of Lord Baphomet will be shared equally by those of us who are pious.

Ha, gods have disputes with gods, and mortals have mortal wars.

We all stand to benefit from it!

Come on, brothers, come on, fellow believers, let us do great things with an open heart! Seize this God-given opportunity and teach the jackals and even the world a good lesson.

Activate the Great Nightmare Sacrifice!

Let the power of nightmares fill the earth palace, let Lord Baphomet's favorite life-and-death battle begin, release the nightmare hounds, and pull those tortured souls into the kingdom of heaven.

ha.

What about the Lord of the Hunt on our territory?"

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"Um?"

Miss Winnie, who was receiving the Soul Stealer Gnoll players at Assembly Point 11 on the upper floor of Baphomet's Great Underground Palace, suddenly felt uneasy. She had been in the underground palace for a long time, but just now, something was disturbing.

The power of comfort suddenly began to rise.

It was like layers of mist, seeping out from every corner of this ancient underground palace that had been established for who knows how long, and beginning to psyche consciousness, as if the underground palace passages in front of me had become blurred.

The big, round-waisted Minotaur guard next to Winnie also blew out pillars of air from its nostrils. It grabbed the brass ax and shook its tail, issuing a low warning to Winnie.

"You also think there is danger here?"

As a summoner, Winnie understood the Minotaur's perception of danger very well, and she felt even more uneasy. She stood up and shouted to the Gnoll players in front of them who were picking at the stalls:

"Hey, there's something wrong here. Do you want to evacuate with me?"

"Ah? What's wrong, sister-in-law?"

The jackal player with the ID name "One Yellow Crane Tower" turned his head, swung his tail, licked his face and said with a smile:

"Do you need our mighty and powerful jackal brothers to protect you?"

"What a strange name that is!"

Miss Winnie scolded somewhat unhappily:

"Although my sister does have a blood contract with Mr. Bang, the relationship between the two is innocent, okay? And I always feel that when you call me 'sister-in-law', there are some jokes and jokes that I don't understand.

Malice.

But you guys are pretty good."

The young vampire touched a few gems of excellent quality and a blood vulture egg given as a gift, and she said:

"I like these gifts very much, that's why I remind you.

I guess the goat people below were forced to panic and activated some dangerous magic circles. Before I came, Grand Duke Cuisi warned me that there are some powers from the previous era in this earth palace. Those goat people are here.

In times of peace, he likes to arrest people and engage in despicable sacrifice fights.

Maybe they are planning to turn the entire Baphomet Underground Palace into a huge arena. If you don’t leave now, you won’t have a chance later.”

"It's okay, it's okay, you can go, we'll stay here."

A Yellow Crane Tower waved his hand, picked up the hunting leather armor exclusive to the jackals from the stall in front of him, and put it on himself. He said:

"We still have a mission to stay here. We can't leave until we finish it. Besides, if we dare to go to the ground in this jackal form, we may be treated as monsters by the revengeful soldiers.

Brushed.

Not worth it.

Let's stay here.

It would be better if they want to turn the Earth Palace into a gladiatorial arena, so that when the following gnolls come over, they will be directly drawn into the fighting state, and we don't even need to play roles back and forth."
To be continued...