As countless demons rampaged and massacred within Rogge Town, completely sealed off by the array’s light shield, Baron Rogen stood on the tower altar, protected by another layer of the array’s light shield, wearing extravagant noble attire, his face brimming with an utterly manic smile.
"Slaughter! Suffer! Despair! Struggle with all your might! Be sure to offer the most bountiful feast to hell and the abyss!"
He turned to glance at the townspeople of Rogge Town below the tower, being slaughtered by the hordes of demons, with not a trace of sorrow or guilt in his eyes, only intense excitent, seemingly wishing for this massacre to be even more brutal.
"All great works require necessary sacrifices! My townspeople! I shall forever rember your contributions!"
He then spread his arms wide, shouting loudly to the sky, his expression looking extrely pleased, as if his life had reached its zenith.
Several seconds later, he shifted his gaze to the crystal ball on the top of the pillar before him.
At this mont, the crystal ball was quite different from the beginning; it was no longer crystal clear, but emitted a very dark, evil aura, looking unusually bizarre. Only by gazing deeply inside could one see a darker, more ominous altar erging within.
"Hmm? Why is there little commotion over at the Holy Capital..."
After staring at the crystal ball for two seconds, Baron Rogen noticed a problem: as the initiator of the sacrificial ritual, he hadn’t felt much sacrificial power being contributed from the Holy Capital Aifilan to his ritual, almost in a completely still state. This unusual situation caused him to furrow his brows.
Pondering with furrowed brows, he then shifted his gaze from the center of the crystal ball to its base. Amidst the cover of dark evil aura, he discovered a very faint yet clearly non-illusory crimson color erging there, which imdiately relaxed his furrowed brow.
"Hehe... My sacrifice has started to receive a response... just a minor unexpected detail, nothing that can hinder my grand plan."
He imdiately ceased to overly focus on the abnormal situation at the Holy Capital, returning to his current priorities, such as continuing to chant the sacrificial ritual’s incantations, allowing more demons to surge into Rogge Town from the dark rifts, filling the ritual’s requirent gap with the pain, despair, and death of nearly ten thousand people, so he could acquire more mysterious gifts from the great beings.
anwhile, far off thousands of kiloters away, Wang Zhifan, having ridden the Red Deer Horse, already arrived at the teleportation array their mission team previously used. Trying to use the teleportation array to return to the Rogge Town area following the thods he saw from the professionals a day ago, he soon found out whether an operational mistake had occurred or the magic power supply was insufficient, the teleportation array showed no reaction at all, failing to activate it successfully.
"Miscalculated... this thing is far more complex than it seems... I should have brought so people from the caravan to help... However, persuading and bringing them here would undoubtedly take much ti, I’d better hit the road directly."
After considering, Wang Zhifan abandoned the idea of undergoing significant trouble to rely on others to operate the teleportation array and return to Rogge Town. He mounted the Red Deer Horse’s back again, spurring it to speed to his destination with utmost haste.
Do not consider his chosen thod to be foolish or inefficient. In fact, considering the Red Deer Horse’s speed surpassing that of a regular aircraft, covering the over two thousand kiloters to Rogge Town in just over an hour might not be slower than finding the professionals in the caravan to communicate and bring them to the teleportation array, possibly even faster by quite a bit.
Thus, Wang Zhifan continued to ride the Red Deer Horse, taking to the sky according to the map information he inquired from red-haired Mage Andre in the carriage a day ago, speeding to the location of Rogge Town. Along the way, whether encountering obstacles such as airborne monsters, he directly used the power of frost to control and escape them, never delaying a second.
During this more than one hour, night fell quickly, and those professionals and players striving to escape from the Aifilan Ruins fought desperately for survival, while the rampant demon invasion in Rogge Town continued violently, Baron Rogen’s sacrificial ritual proceeding concurrently.
At this mont, approximately an hour and a half passed, within Rogge Town sealed by the resilient array’s light shield, the residents’ screams were scarcely audible, no living human figures seen throughout, only all kinds of savage demons of various sizes traversing the streets, so feasting on everywhere-seen human corpses, others fighting and attacking among themselves, so earnestly searching for survivors in the town.
It’s hard to say how many have died in Rogge Town, possibly ninety-nine thousand, or perhaps a hundred thousand. Although there might still be a few hiding humans surviving, it’s evident this place has been utterly destroyed, no longer a haven suitable for human habitation, but a terrifying realm teeming with countless monsters.
However, no matter how perilous the place, there would always be brave souls unwilling to choose perpetual hiding, daring to challenge the monster’s gathering ground driven by certain strong motives.
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