"Ahhh...!"

A scream echoed through the camp.

A large tent in the center of the camp suddenly burst into flames. It was not a normal flame. The blue-white flames were filled with an evil aura. The twisted pale faces let out shrill wails as the flames jumped, making people shudder.

The green and white ghost flames burned stronger and stronger, quickly burning the tent cleanly, revealing a small altar.

The altar was made of bones and soil, with sticky blood covering the ground around it. Dozens of corpses, including men, women, old and young, were lying on the altar.

These corpses were dressed in gorgeous clothes made of high-quality fabrics. They were all nobles during their lifetimes. They were obviously sacrificed in blood, but their lifeless faces had strange smiles on them. At first glance, they seemed to be walking peacefully.

"Oh my god, that seems to be the Viscount Milan family!"

"Ah! Help, help!"

"Come here, protect the master and his wife quickly..."

The camp was in chaos.

Some ladies subconsciously let out high-decibel screams, and the knight guards quickly showed their weapons and rushed in front of the ladies.

The civilians who did not live in tents further away looked confused and did not understand what was happening.

"Strange, I didn't notice anything unusual before."

Lilith stared at the bone altar and the burning will-o'-the-wisp, with a trace of doubt in her eyes.

Such a blood sacrifice and soul-eating ritual took place right under her nose, and she was not aware of it until it was launched, which was a bit unusual.

Renn touched his chin and said:

"The blood sacrifice should have been completed a few days ago. Viscount Milan has died long ago. The mastermind behind the scenes is now starting the layout and back-up operations here to prepare for another wave of harvest."

"Then it shouldn't have been able to hide from our perception before." Lilith frowned.

Renn smiled, but his eyes were a little cold, and he said:

"It's a little strange. Our perception is cut off. Although we didn't seriously explore this camp, it is enough to show that there is a very advanced dark force involved."

Who is planning this blood sacrifice incident?

It seems that they want to catch all the refugees on this trade route. There are hundreds of thousands of people, so their appetite is really big.

"give it to you."

Lilith let go of her snow-white arms around his neck, took a few steps back, and her body gradually faded away, blending into the night silently.

Interesting, she noticed a somewhat familiar atmosphere, it should be an "old friend".

She is not ready to meet him now.

Although she betrayed the dark camp, this does not mean that Lilith is willing to sacrifice her life and blood for the human camp.

She is positioned as a spy, a mole, and at most she can secretly pass information to Ren.

Buzz!

The space on the Bone Altar continued to vibrate and shatter, and finally formed a portal.

A will-o'-the-wisp burned the sky, and a black shadow jumped out.

He is tall and tall, his face is as pale as cold frost, with a blue-gray skeleton faintly protruding from his skin and flesh. The death energy is released along with the floating black clothes, setting off a fierce whirlwind!

"Shiver, ants!"

This demon ghost looked down at everyone with indifferent eyes, like a high-altitude god. The powerful dark aura belonging to the Dark Lord surged and spread, instantly radiating within a ten-mile radius!

Many people in the camp suddenly changed their faces, showing expressions of fear.

"Huh?"

Renn let out a light sigh, his expression a little strange, "It's actually him."

"Do you know this guy?" Lilith's light voice came directly into his ears from the shadows.

The corners of Ren's mouth raised, he smiled happily and said:

"We know each other. How could we not know each other? Harosh, the Demon Lord, is an old acquaintance."

This was also an enemy recorded in his notebook. He had fought against him several times and had deep hatred.

In Merova City, in the "Dark Cave" of the Demon Realm, he and "Holy White Sword" Michelle teamed up to kill the main battle clone of the Demon Grand Duke Harosh.

At that time, he was still at the fourth level of strength, and he won the battle after a hard battle.

Later, in the abandoned textile factory in Bok Town, he met the clone of the Demon Lord Harosh again, and killed one of the clones again.

Counting today, this is the third time that he and this demon prince have met.

Renn stared at the Demon Lord on the Bone Altar, and was sure that this time the opponent was coming in his true form. He couldn't help but grinned and said:

"The fate is wonderful beyond words."

Only three things happened, this time he could cross out another name from his "list of benefactors".

Because the difference in strength was too great, Harosh, the Demon Lord, did not notice Ren's gaze. He stood on the altar, green will-o'-the-wisps burning all over his body, and his tall figure was as intimidating as a demon.

He looked down at the panicked humans below and said in the arrogant tone of a superior demon:

"Give you death!"

He completely ignored the hundreds of thousands of people inside and outside the camp, even though there were many strong people among them.

"Old monster, don't be too arrogant!"

"Let's do it together, everyone!"

Captain Kelly rushed over immediately, roaring wildly from his mouth, and his blood boiled in his body.

He raised the double-edged battle ax burning with lava flames and struck it down with all his strength. The red-hot light of the ax was earth-shattering, as if it shattered the night.

Several other masters and the Holy Church also took action.

A fourth-level Golden Rose knight pulled out his sharp sword, and the silver fighting energy surged from his body. The sword light pierced the air and struck the altar directly.

Baron Hunter also took action. This greasy middle-aged man with a beer belly turned out to be a fourth-level magician.

He skillfully recited incantations, waved his staff, and cast the advanced spell "Explosive Fireball". The red fireball burned the atmosphere and shot towards the Demon Lord.

No one chose to escape.

Not to mention that they ran away, what to do with the unarmed civilians? The strange gray mist rising outside the camp indicates that this area has been sealed off.

Boom boom boom!

The red-hot ax light, the sharp shining sword energy, the exploding fireball and other attacks all hit the Bone Altar and the Demon Lord together with a terrifying momentum, as if they could destroy everything.

"It's ridiculous that an insect dares to challenge a giant dragon."

The Demonic Grand Duke sneered, flicked his cloak with his right hand, and the boundless evil wind turned into a billowing black tide and pushed forward, defeating all attacks instantly!

The powerful force makes many people despair.

The Demonic Grand Duke continued to take action. The blue-gray death force on his left palm was compressed and condensed to the extreme, and he waved lightly.

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The force of death turned into a strange blue-gray crescent and swept across it. The atmosphere along the way was instantly blown away. Captain Kelly and others were unable to resist, and they were all vomited blood and flew away!

Harosh is a veteran Dark Duke with a domain of at least level 24, so he is not something they can fight against.

"Your Majesty will be very happy after harvesting this wave of sacrifices."

With a cruel smile on his face, the Demonic Grand Duke floated down from the altar, preparing to massacre these civilians.

"Your Majesty? Which Your Majesty?"

A somewhat joking voice came from the side, causing the force of the void to resonate, carrying majestic power.

"who?!"

The Demonic Grand Duke Harosh was startled and looked towards the direction where the sound came from.

Ren strode down the hillside, reached out and took off the "nightmare mask" on his face, looked at him with a smile, and said:

"Who is that Your Majesty? Tell me."

"The Archduke Conor!!"

The face of the Demonic Grand Duke Harosh changed drastically, he screamed, and the materialized ghost fire surged out from his body, turning into a green rainbow and rushing towards the space door on the Bone Altar!

This is an old enemy, and he once wanted to crush him to ashes.

But Archduke Connaught grew up so fast that in the blink of an eye, he was far behind him, and his back could not be seen.

He doesn't even have the qualifications to face the other party directly now.

call out!!

The will-o'-the-wisp fire on the demon ghost's body burned to the extreme, turning into a flash of light and hitting the space door on the altar, and he could escape in the next moment.

"Old friend, don't leave in a hurry."

Ren grinned and stretched out a hand.
To be continued...