Chapter 713: Terrifying when You Think About It

It looked pitch black outside, and the office building should have been empty.

In the large internal conference room on the top floor.

The tables and chairs had been rearranged long ago, and a wooden hexagram altar was placed in the middle. Under the illumination of the lighting equipment, a cultist in a red robe used sheep's blood to deepen the engraving on the altar.

On the wall, there were a large number of bone products and wild animal products.

Under the soft light design of the ceiling, it looked a bit eerie and terrifying.

This place, which was obviously converted into a place for sacrifice, had more than 50 men, women, old and young gathered here.

They all wore masks and silk clothes that were popular in the classical period. They surrounded the altar, held candles and prayed in a low voice.

Although they covered their faces and could not see their expressions, from their manners and behavior.

At least they all looked extremely pious.

It seemed that they really believed in the existence of the true God claimed by these cultists.

However, here, a middle-aged man wearing an Aries mask who was particularly pious was praying while carefully looking at each believer.

Especially the cultists wearing black masks as organizers, they are his focus.

As one of the best agents of the intelligence department of the United States, this middle-aged man replaced the believer of the Aries mask by disguise and came to participate in this evil god gathering for almost a week.

A week ago, they received secret intelligence that a group of rich people who had registered for cult worship suddenly changed and became mysterious.

The intelligence department of the United States, which is very concerned about abnormal things, immediately took action.

During this period, the middle-aged man with an Aries mask they caught made them more interested.

Because they learned from him that what these empty and lonely rich people had created at the beginning was actually just a sect worshiping the God of the Morning Star.

The reason they joined it was just to satisfy their own sense of mystery and satisfaction.

Strictly speaking, this sect belongs to a kind of ancient god religion. Apart from slaughtering cattle and sheep for sacrifice, there is nothing taboo. Therefore, after the registration, it has been turned a blind eye by the local government.

However, something unexpected happened.

According to the middle-aged man, their most recent sacrifice received a response from the gods!

There were also apostles who had gained divine power, and they naturally recruited them.

Then they naturally used their money and connections to develop secretly.

In the eyes of the intelligence department, this is the old routine of the old cultists to pull sheep.

If there were no extraordinary events during this period, these cultists who tried to bypass them to squeeze money would have been interviewed by them long ago.

They have not taken action, just considering the situation that it is really a mysterious force.

Tonight is the last night in his superiors' plan.

If after this night, this cult organization that has fooled a lot of rich people still can't come up with the real thing.

Then they will catch it all in one fell swoop.

Those backbones and organizers who preach doctrines and fool people will be severely punished by law.

As for those rich people who want to live forever and want to be extraordinary and join the cult, in exchange, the agent's superior does not mind that their department's charity foundation suddenly gets more kindness the next day.

"God is above!"

Everyone sang the last prayer together, and then raised the candles together under arrangement.

Boom!

Suddenly, the six sharp corners of the altar suddenly burst into flames, illuminating the surroundings, and at the same time, the space seemed to begin to tremble slightly.

Such a strange phenomenon made several female believers who had just joined the believers exclaim.

"A petty trick."

The agent frowned slightly, and felt more and more that this was just playing tricks.

He was ready to notify his colleagues around to prepare for the arrest operation.

However, suddenly, the cultist standing on the altar looked at the agent.

When their eyes met, the agent felt a chill suddenly emerged from the depths of his spine and quickly spread to his whole body.

It made him feel like he was falling into an ice cellar and instantly lost his ability to move!

"How is this possible? How did he do this!"

"Hypnosis? Gas drugs? Or...supernatural power?"

When the agent was terrified.

The cultist on the altar had already opened his hands and shouted: "The true God just told me that there is a traitor among us!"

"He does not believe in God, but sneaked into us and tried to destroy our sacrifice!"

"Tell me loudly, what should we do with such a traitor?"

In the crowd, several cultists who came with the altar immediately raised candles and screamed fanatically: "Sacrifice him to God!"

"Burn him to death!"

"Yes, burn him to death!"

A fanatical atmosphere suddenly rose in the conference room with the roar.

Several cultists tied up the agent and pressed the altar.

The leader stepped back slightly, his eyes swept around and looked at the believers behind the masks who were terrified and expectant.

Based on his thirty years of missionary experience, if this sacrifice could be completed today, it would definitely cause an unprecedented spiritual shock to this group of rich people.

Then it would be time for him to reap the rewards.

Thinking of this, his heart couldn't help but get hot.

His life goal is to be like that great predecessor, to be able to split the land and become the king of the country within the country in the United States!

Although the kingdom died in the second generation, it is undeniable that the leader did enjoy the wonderful taste and honor of being the master of a country, and he died of old age!

But to succeed, not only talent is needed, but also financial help.

And how to make these rich people become lambs is the most critical step in this process.

"Goddess of Luck is with me, bless me, everything will go well this time." The leading cultist touched the ornament hidden in his chest, when the atmosphere was the most intense.

He walked forward, pulled out a dagger, and slowly, under the excited eyes of many believers, put it on the agent's neck.

"Nothing can shock people's hearts more than sacrificing their own kind."

"Huh, this time I will definitely..."

Just when the cultist was about to cut it off.

Suddenly, he heard a sacred music ringing in his ears.

His face changed slightly.

As an excellent charlatan, he knew the importance of coordination between the environment, the atmosphere, the drugs, and the hypnosis.

In addition to the decoration and layout, music is also an important part of the environment. Once a mistake is made, the effect you want to achieve may be halved or even counterproductive.

Therefore, he glared at his companion and asked him to deal with it quickly.

But suddenly he realized that the music was getting clearer and clearer, so much so that he had the illusion of wearing headphones.

I have hallucinations?

At this critical moment?

As a charlatan with hypnotist qualifications, the first thing he realized was that he had a mental problem.

Soon, he found that he was the only one who heard the increasingly loud sacred music.

He suddenly felt that the ornament on his chest became hot and stinging.

Soon, he saw that a lot of blood suddenly flowed out of his altar.

The blood flowed like a river, but it gathered on the altar and would not flow out.

The cultist instinctively retreated and realized that he had made a mistake as soon as he landed. As a priest, how could he leave the altar?

But before he could make up for it.

Blood-red flames suddenly boiled up from the altar.

Then, a demon with wings formed by flames, a ferocious face, and a height of at least three meters emerged from the blood and water with flames.

The agent who was still on the altar was so scared that his legs softened and he sat on the altar.

"Evil...demon?"

"Is this sacrifice real? Did these guys really summon the devil?"

The agent's mind was a mess.

However, at this time, the cultists were actually confused.

Although they were officially defined as a cult, they also made blood and flesh sacrifices, broke the law and deceived people, but they really did not worship the devil!

They worshiped one of the ancient gods recorded in the classics, which had nothing to do with the devil!

Unless the ancient god was played by the devil from the beginning, otherwise... how could this ritual summon the devil!

God!

This is fucking... It's terrifying to think about it!