City of Connodel.

In the suburbs, in a farm.

In the gloomy warehouse.

"No... let me go, let me go!"

A white man was bound on a stone pillar. Looking at the mottled blood stains around him and the bloody eyes filled with the stone basin opposite, he couldn't help but scream.

"Berket, haven't you always yearned for mysterious power?"

The evil god believer in a black robe sneered: "Now... give your eyes, and you will sense the gods and return to the embrace of the gods..."

"No……"

Beckett's tears splashed with other liquids. He was just an ordinary working class, trying hard to change his destiny. If he had known that things would become like this, he would not have believed in the evil of this sect even if he died.

"ah!"

The next moment, a shrill scream came from the warehouse, but because the location here was too remote and rarely visited, no outsiders could hear it.

The believer in black robe threw his eyes that were still bleeding into the basin, took a towel and wiped his hands, and came to a two-story wooden building outside the warehouse.

On the wooden lounge chair, a man who looked like a middle-aged rich businessman was sitting.

He had gray hair and a dark red wooden pipe in his mouth, as if he was enjoying the mellow cigarettes from the southern plantations.

"Sir... the next offering is ready."

The black-robed believer bowed and said in a pious manner: "This time the amount is far more than the last time, and my Lord will be very satisfied."

"Very good... the ancient evil eyes will not forget to reward you."

The middle-aged rich businessman smiled: "Your rank... can also be upgraded to a higher level."

"Thank you, thank you!"

The black-robed believer was ecstatic and bowed and retreated.

After he left, the middle-aged rich businessman looked at his expression but became playful and compassionate.

The other party is the owner of this farm. Because he wants to gain extraordinary power, he contacts the "Eye Worshiping Cult".

These members of the "Eye Worshiping Order" active in the Federation are actually filled with spies from different forces in the Chris Empire.

They bewitched the masses, held rituals to believe in the "Ancient Evil Eye", and constantly "adjust" in order to attract real ancient evil things to come here!

For this reason, of course, I also paid some "scented bait" at the beginning, such as some first- and second-level professional information, which attracted a large number of believers.

"I never imagined... the Federalists' fanaticism about mystery is so beyond imagination!"

The middle-aged rich businessman continued to smoke his pipe happily: "Although there are churches and the Eleventh Bureau chasing, we have similar arrangements in many cities... It is something that no one knows where the evil god will come. After this time, I can also accumulate enough merits and apply for transfer back to the empire..."

...

"Fever...is not enough..."

What the middle-aged wealthy businessman didn't see was that an old man in a white robe and holding an ancient sheepskin roll was slowly watching the place above the farm.

Crazy God - Civinado!

He did not choose the image of the last time he met Sulu, but was like an old man with a muddy gaze towards the city.

"Ms. Guanghui lets the Chris Empire behave like this, it seems that it has planned... and the demon also has his own plans... This is the battlefield for the two masters..."

Even the arrogant lord dared not rashly get involved in the dominant dispute.

Civinado unfolded the parchment in his hand and chuckled, "The chapter of fanaticism... is very compatible with my arrogant words."

This god who didn't know whether it was the original deity or the incarnation began to murmur:

"Everyone has a crazy factor in his heart..."

"The ultimate fear will brew the ultimate madness..."

"Crazy! Kill! Enjoy the ultimate joy brought by arrogance..."

...

Urban area.

Elizabeth was holding a paper bag full of bread and preparing to go home for dinner.

At this moment, a whisper suddenly came from her ear.

It was a language that I couldn't understand at all, but a irritability suddenly spread from the bottom of my heart.

The bread in her hand fell to the ground and looked around in horror.

The running carriage seemed to deviate from the track in the next second, hitting her, smashing her into pieces, leaving a large piece of plasma on the wall.

A young gentleman next to her had a red face and a violent breathing came from his nose, and could pull her into the alley at any time and tear her dress.

A fat lady next to her might pierce her eyes in her hand in the next second!

The whole world seemed to have strong malice towards her!

"ah!"

Her beautiful face suddenly became ferocious, and she smashed the lady's leather bag in her hand hard on the face of the young gentleman next to her.

Bang!

Blood splashes!

Meanwhile, in front of her, the shop glass was broken and two wrestling men rolled out in an entanglement.

On the public road, several carriages crashed together without dodging or avoiding, causing a terrible traffic disaster, but the people around them ignored it.

They just had red eyes, howling wildly, picked up the weapons they could find at hand, and attacked the people around them frantically, regardless of men, women, young or ordinary people!

The whole city suddenly became a purgatory of humanity!

...

"Didn't you catch up after all?"

Sean looked at the city that began to be crazy, and corresponded to the contents of the ceremony one by one, and instinctively felt danger.

That is the breath of the gods!

"It turned out to be a disaster involving the gods... Could it be that the misfortune that the Chris Empire once suffered was about to come to the Federation?"

Sean smiled bitterly.

Although he is sometimes idealistic, he knows the severity of the problem.

This extraordinary disaster may not be able to stop him even if he successfully advances to the sixth level and becomes a mythical professional!

"It seems that... the three scenes I saw in the ceremony ultimately point to here... Such a high-level 'Doom Catastrophe' is fully in line with the ritual conditions of becoming the [Emperor of Obedience]..."

Sean thought about it and landed on the ground.

Boom.

The ground suddenly sank, forming a cave that swallowed him up, and the surface returned to its original state.

"My Lord..."

In the temporary cave, Sean first prayed to the "Spirit Lord" and then began to arrange the ceremony.

A huge spiritual body emerged from the spiritual world, which looked like a giant salamander. Its huge mouth opened and a walking zombie was spit out from it - Bolon!

The birth of [Emperor of Disaster] requires the blood sacrifice of a [Nevil King] in a large-scale disaster of misfortune!

Now, all the conditions are complete, and Sean has prayed to the gods and confirmed that he can get the protection of the other party and is full of confidence.

"Let's start!"

He adjusted his mood and began to be promoted to [Emperor of Evil].

...

"City……"
Chapter completed!