Chapter 289 Buy One Get Three Free

Clayton Bellow didn't care about the others. He felt that his senses were connected to something again.

It was like the experience of spiritual ascension that the Spider Priest had given him, but with a slight difference. His mood got better for some reason, and his heart beat faster and faster, as if there were exciting military drums playing beside him, urging him to do something.

Was it the devil brought by the Black Mass? Or was Osmar up to some conspiracy again?

He didn't know, but it didn't affect his excitement.

His extraordinary hearing sensitively captured the singing of the Black Mass outside the church, the sound of the wind, the sound of the flames and the chanting of ancient languages ​​inside the church, which made his blood flow.

The wind in the cemetery became fresher, and the colors of the whole world became more and more gorgeous, while the behavior of others seemed to slow down several times, and the distress and panic on their faces were lingering. Their emotional reactions were incompatible with Clayton, as if there was an extremely beautiful music playing among all things, but only he could hear it.

Keep going! Keep going!

He thought, letting this feeling drive him.

All the werewolf's senses were enhanced at this moment, and the discomfort was hidden.

His stomach felt uncomfortable again, and this time the feeling lasted for a long time. With a spasm in his throat, he bent down, and a waxy human hand jumped out of his mouth, crawling towards the church tirelessly, knocking hard on the locked back door, and then quickly lost its vitality and froze on the ground in front of the door.

Until it stopped moving, it still stretched out an index finger and pointed forward.

This seemed to reveal some secrets about Osmar, but Clayton suddenly felt that it was not important at all.

He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and continued to stare at the church with full concentration.

What he didn't notice was that this feeling was being transmitted to others along an implicit link.

Julius noticed this.

At first, Cletixia looked at her uncle with a worried look, but then she was gradually infected by this state-her pupils were dilated, her body was swaying, but her face was ruddy, and the whole showed a drunken excitement, staring at the church without blinking.

First it was Clayton Bello, then her, a strange spiritual plague spread among them.

The wizard even punched his employer, but the latter did not react at all.

He looked at Father Louis with fear and trembling. He noticed that the host of the black mass was also beginning to be affected by this inexplicable influence. Although the priest himself was aware of this and wanted to resist, he still mispronounced the words several times and his expression gradually became dazed.

Even Clara, who was lying on the tombstone, began to giggle.

Selani was almost scared crazy by their performance, and Julius had to go up and grab her, forcing her to continue the ceremony.

The black mass gradually came to an end, but the participants became more and more listless.

If this goes on, no matter how long the ceremony presided over by Chude Osmar is, it may be completed before them.

It seemed that someone touched Julius' ears, and he looked back in horror, but there was nothing. The wind was still blowing in the courtyard behind the church. He opened his spiritual knowledge and could almost hear them laughing wildly.

Something was wrong, there must be something wrong.

Suddenly there was a slight friction sound on the top of the church. Julius subconsciously looked up and saw the female vampire falling from above, pulling his sight to the ground again. Her body was kneeling on the ground and squirming. The remaining hand scratched the ground with gullies, but she never tried to stand up.

Barbara was also affected.

Julius half-knelt down and carefully turned her over, and saw a face that was in a state of frenzy and confusion. Just like when she killed Hook detective Ace before.

Ian Lazarus stood on the roof and watched all this without any concern.

But Lazarus was not the culprit, Julius knew this, he had never heard of vampires being able to do such a thing.

He stood up and stepped back a few steps. The frequent strange phenomena made him feel scared, fearing that it would happen to him in the next moment. Of course, he wanted to ask for help from others, but except for Ian Lazarus, only two mortals, Seranie and Pero, were not affected. They were useless and could not help him.

Julius had to replace the girl.

He chanted, applied the ram oil prepared in advance to everyone's forehead, and continued the Black Mass with the help of the priest who could still think. He preserved his chastity in pursuit of some special magic, so he could replace Cleticia in the ceremony.

But this should not have happened.

Fortunately, the Black Mass was finally coming to an end.

"Most powerful Baal, please listen to my words and punish our enemies. The flesh and blood of the enemies have been offered on the altar"

As the last chant ended, Julius, the priest, and Selanne looked at each other.

According to Cleticia's design, Chude Osmar and Quoke should have been killed now, but no one could see what happened inside. They held their breath and concentrated, and only heard some low ancient whispers from the crackling of the fire in the church, which reminded them that Chude Osmar was still alive.

Suddenly, a sharp whistle came out of nowhere, and the fierce wind made them almost unable to stand, and they could only feel that all the airflow seemed to rush into the crack of the church door.

Then there was an explosion.

With a loud bang, the door of the alchemy room exploded, and long tongues of hot red flames licked out.

The high-speed airflow generated by the explosion directly blew Julius, who was facing the door, away.

He endured the burning pain and closed his eyes tightly. He didn't dare to open his eyes until the pain of landing was real. He tried to sit up. The pain all over his body reminded him that all the wounds on his body had burst. There was still warm liquid flowing on his forehead. He stretched out his hand to wipe it. Staring at his red palm, he realized that he had lost so much blood.

Barbara was also affected by the air wave and rolled in front of him. Half of her face was burned by the flames and became densely packed with white bulges. Her eyes were tightly closed, but she was still slowly stretching her limbs like a coral polyp, but all these movements were meaningless. She seemed to move only to prove that she was still alive.

Julius retreated in disgust, and his palm touched someone's hair again.

"Uh ho ho" Clara moaned in a low voice, and her pure blue pupils had been blurred.

The wizard saw that there was blood all under her neck. He quickly pulled back his hand and stood up with all his strength to look at the church.

The stained glass window on the top of the church exploded again, and black smoke rose from the gap.

And behind the raging flames, between the burning and peeling strokes, Kuoke disappeared, and Chude Osmar was still standing there. His vague figure chanted spells in an incomprehensible language in the flames and black smoke, and his voice was filled with uncontrollable sorrow and pain.

His body tilted from time to time, and then there was a crack on his body where even his clothes were cut, and blood flowed out. This was the manifestation of the devil's power, but it did not make him succumb.

The sad roar continued, and Julius wanted to stop him from continuing, but the fire burning in the church became the biggest obstacle. He had a hard time seeing Osmar clearly, let alone going in to kill him.

Julius covered his chest, where a glorious hand trapped by a thin rope was struggling hard.

Knock, knock, knock.

The warning sounds of wood and bone breaking under his clothes were endless. Many amulets originally strung on the protective knot broke, and the fragments slid down from the hem of his clothes and piled up on the ground.

"Is this the result of my good luck?" The wizard thought blankly.

It seems that the devil will deal with Chude Osmar sooner or later, but before that, he needs to ensure his own safety.

Looking closely at the fragments, they are all the worst batches of effectiveness, and they can be damaged by just a little damage. But this also means that they are the most sensitive and can have a warning effect.

Julius staggered towards Cleticia, who was standing in a daze on the side, and took out the amulet broken into two sections from the pocket on the side of her skirt. This is the amulet they made in Pero's house to guard against Osmar. Ordinary people also have it. Because it was made in a hurry, its effectiveness is also the worst.

"Show me the amulet I gave you before." He said to Pero and Serani.

Pero coughed violently and took out a broken amulet from his arms.

Serani glanced at the uncle and nephew of Bellio who were still staring at the church, and tremblingly took out the same thing.

"It just broke by itself, not me."

Julius ignored her. He found that the amulets on everyone were broken, but except for himself who was injured, everyone else was intact.

Julius counted the really powerful amulets on his body and found that they were still there. His groggy mind couldn't help but feel confused.

"Do you feel that you are attacked? Why can't I see anything?"

Pero opened his mouth, but his voice was very light.

Seeing his actions, Julius realized that facing the explosion head-on damaged his hearing.

"Louder." He shouted at Pero.

The old man covered his heart, his face turned sickly red, and he almost fell down the next moment.

".My life, vitality!" After shouting this half sentence forcefully, he began to cough uncontrollably, and coughed until his waist couldn't straighten up.

The wizard suddenly realized.

Osmar was still trying to continue the ritual. The ancient magic circle under the church was probably draining the vitality of the entire town, just like it had remotely drained the source blood from Ian Lazarus. And this damage was extremely slight, only the weakest individuals could feel it.

Just like these inferior amulets.

But the Black Mass was over.

Julius couldn't figure it out. Although offering sacrifices to the demon lord would not damage the entity of the sacrifice, their image would disappear and they could not be used as the same sacrifice again in a short period of time.

Why was Osmar still so persistent, why was his spiritual awareness still uneasy?

Julius walked over and took the shotgun from the old man. He decided to do it himself and put an end to this matter.

But one hand reloaded very slowly. Before he finished reloading, the strange language in Osmar's mouth suddenly changed to the ancient language he was familiar with, which was also the most famous one in this land.

"Using the fairyland as an anchor and the fairyland seeds as a foundation, I will dedicate another 150 years of vitality and 47 inevitable tragedies."

"In the name of the servant of fate, I order the door of the fairyland to open here!"

Hearing the word "fairyland", Julius immediately woke up instinctively. He looked at Osmar in surprise. The ugly face was smiling, and the bruised body was slowly fading in the air. The wind hidden by the invisible was vainly blowing in the chapel, and could no longer make Osmar shed a drop of blood.

The wizard turned his head suddenly and saw that the uncle and nephew of Bello, Father Luis and Clara were all disappearing.

Their bodies were like chalk marks on a blackboard, erased by an invisible eraser.

In just a few seconds, they disappeared from their original place.

Julius held the shotgun for a long time before he figured out how Chude Osmar sacrificed the sacrifices that had already been sacrificed.

What he sacrificed was not a physical object, but all the struggles and attempts they made after arriving in Gevo.

But how could the door to the fairyland be opened?

Julius was more frightened than ever before. What happened at the moment was simply unheard of. The record of the opening of the fairyland has only existed in the legends among the dark descendants hundreds of years ago, but no one who has ever entered has told the experience.

He didn't want to believe it, but the power displayed by the ceremony held by Osmar has exceeded all the wizards he has seen.

Perhaps, these people really went to the fairyland?

Just as he was terrified by the legendary things happening in front of him, there was a disturbing voice outside the church. The barking caused by the werewolf stopped at some point.

But this was not a good time. They had just finished a black mass, the church was still burning, and the skull was not hidden.

Julius immediately stopped thinking. He turned stiffly and saw Ian Lazarus holding Barbara's body and running away to the low slope behind the church without hesitation. He hurriedly called Pero and Selanne, and he also grabbed the skull and followed.

It was not certain whether those people had gone to the fairyland, but they must not let the locals find evidence that they were holding a black mass!

They had to survive!