In prison, people were slumped on the ground, some cried bitterly, some were scared and incontinent, some were as if they were accepting their fate, their eyes were dull, and they began to wait for the "next round".

It was the people who had been "missed" one after another during this period that were initially detained in different places, and they were not transferred here until the last few days.

During the communication, they learned about each other's identities.

Some people have higher social status and have passed the payment earlier and become "peripheral members".

Some are not even members, similar to Alsade who was deceived, and are just occultists.

The only thing in common is that they more or less have some "extraordinary talents".

Originally, they thought they were the lucky ones chosen by fate, but no one expected that what they were waiting for was the current situation.

"If this continues, all of us will die here and become monsters. We must do something."

A female editor in her twenties suddenly said on the wall on one side of the cell.

"What can we do? We can't beat them at all, and we don't even know where we are."

Next to it, a fat, curly-haired boy huddled in the corner said, with despair in his voice.

“We are underground in Westminster.”

Suddenly, in the dark, a young man sitting beside the wall spoke.

The female editor looked over with the fat curly boy. With the help of the faint moonlight, it was obvious that it was an Asian young man with a calm expression, wearing glasses, and his clothes were clean and flat.

The two recalled that even in the riot just now, the other party did not yell or do anything extra.

No, to be precise, from the time he hit him, he rarely moved and always sat down, as if he was unwilling to waste his energy for anything.

"When you were brought, you all wore headbands, so did me," said the young Asian man calmly:

“However, I have a good memory and am very familiar with the urban environment.

On the way here, count the speed, direction and distance.

If I'm not wrong, we should be in the subway network between Westminster, Odevich Station and Hallburn Station.”

"Odevich station?" The curly fat boy was puzzled.

The female editor explained:

"It was an abandoned subway, which was later changed to the film site. However, this was obviously wrong. The light outside was not like the light. I remember that when I came up, I took a long upward path."

The young Asian male was silent and said:

"It's the mountain. After we came in, we walked a long mountain road."

The conversation between the three also attracted the attention of some people around them at this time.

The sports star said emotionally:

"What are you talking nonsense? Are you insane?! How could there be mountains in the subway? Crazy, you're already crazy."

"Of course there can't be mountains in the subway, so I suspect we are no longer in the real world," the young Asian man said calmly:

"Also, it's you who are insane. You are very excited and are on the verge of collapse and need rest."

Sports stars waved their arms exaggeratedly, as if they were crying and laughing, and as if they were angry:

"Rest?! Let me rest!"

He stood up suddenly, waved his fists, and was about to smash it at the young man.

Stimulated by the death of the middle-aged man, he had lost control of his emotions and instinctively wanted to use violence to vent his fear in his heart.

"Crash!"

At this moment, in the corridor, the sound of iron chains sounded again, and more footsteps approached, and the entire cell fell into silence in an instant.

Is a new round coming?

Who's the turn this time?

The sports star sat down dejectedly and trembled.

Immediately, they heard a guard outside the corridor asking what was going on.

"The situation has changed! The president ordered the ceremony to start in advance!"

Crash.

The prisoners were in a riot and noticed that there were many more people coming this time, and the torches were the same.

The entire cell was illuminated.

The man in purple robe who returned seemed a little anxious and angry:

"Take them all out!"

"yes."

The rest of the purple-robed men opened the prison door, and the staff spread out black fog ropes, tied everyone up and connected them into a string.

Driven away from the cold prison and walk out along the corridor.

The three people who were talking sat close to each other, were tied up, mixed in the team, and walked outward.

This is the first time they left the prison after they came here.

The corridor is extremely simple, and it is better to say it is a cave. It is not long and very quickly. The entrance to the cave appears in front of it. When the prisoners were driven away and came outside, everyone narrowed their eyes.

Turn your head.

My eyes were turned black by the moonlight from outside.

After getting used to it, these walking dead-like "containers" carrying the blood of demons made another scream of shock.

The female editor tried her best to open her eyes, and the world became clearer little by little.

Her eyes reflected a world covered in red:

This is an extremely wide space. A blood moon shadow hanging in the high sky was hanging on the shadow of the blood moon covering half of the sky, with blurry edges like dizziness.

They stood on a barren mountain with no grass growing, near the top of the mountain, and behind them was a cave prison hidden in the belly of the mountain.

The crimson moonlight is like a tulle, and the world is dark. Nearby, there are stone pillars scattered, fixing braziers, like torches, embellishing the surroundings.

Beyond the mountain, there was a misty place, as if there was only this hill in this world.

"Look at the top of the mountain!" The fat curly-haired boy blurted out.

Looking along his gaze, everyone saw that the top of the mountain was a dilapidated and declining ancient altar.

Paved with stone tiles, there are huge stone pillars with broken roots and scattered stones on the ground.

In the center of the open-air altar, there is a huge object similar to the magic circle in literary works.

One by one, the humans who injected with demon blood and turned into monsters were tied up and threw them in the center of the magic circle.

Around him, there were a group of men in purple robes, among which, especially one in red, was the most eye-catching. He seemed to be holding a book in his hand and was reciting something.

At the same time, the monsters in the formation let out a shrill cry.

The complex, monster magic array surged with beams of light, intertwined, forming a huge "gate" over the top of the mountain.

The door was majestic and tall, and it was in a semi-illusory state, slowly opening.

A roar that was terrifying and terrifying, and a heartbroken roar came from the space gate.

Then, under everyone's gaze, a dark green, sticky liquid dripped, and a huge tongue covered with spikes stretched out from the door, rolling up the human monster on the altar.

A huge, giant lizard shaped like a skull, poked out its head, trunk, and swallowed the offering.

Amid the cheers of the man in purple robe, the demon, who was more than 30 meters long, struggled to squeeze out from the space gate and landed on the mountain with a bang.

That was a physical level 3 demon that was benchmarked against A level!

"The monster...is a monster..."

In the prisoner's queue, a woman screamed and fell to the ground.

The member of the National Rescue Association next to him picked up the syringe and stabbed her neck. Then, the woman quickly mutated, locked and threw it towards the altar.

The dozens of people who were dragged out together, all of whom were injected with filthy blood and threw them as sacrifices. So the space door that was about to fade became clear again.

The Asian young man, female editor, the fat curly-haired boy had eyes intertwined, and finally realized what he would do to save the nation.

The other party should use them as sacrifices or "coordinates" to release demons underground in London.

...

...

“Just ahead!”

In the dark, Lodell, wearing small leather jackets, jeans and calfskin boots, was light and agile, jumping on buildings.

From the perspective of the view, you can see traffic, crowds and flashing blue police lights on the street.

"Senior sister, please slow down, I can't keep up." Chi Qiu also jumped, followed step by step, gasping for breath:

"That's Odevich?"
To be continued...