In the image, Karov's back was facing Silver, so his expression couldn't be seen. However, he was carrying another person in his hand.
Judging from his attire, that person seemed to be a priest, but he was currently unconscious.
Rob raised an eyebrow. He could see a bit more. This priest looked to be in his fifties, and his strength should be at least at the eighth grade. In the church, this kind of strength was at least at the level of a bishop. But now, he was being carried by Karov like a little chick waiting to be slaughtered.
Karov's Elven sword cut open the priest's chest. Blood flowed down the blade and dripped onto the altar, which was immediately devoured by the black stones.
Silver was so frightened by the scene that he trembled all over, and the joy he had felt at meeting other people was gone.
After thousands of years of tireless propaganda and meticulous maintenance, the church had a good reputation everywhere. They always played the role of justice, and those who opposed the church were undoubtedly evil.
Moreover, the black altar in front of her was extremely evil. Silver's body trembled, and she had already given up on the idea of asking for help from the person on the altar. Instead, she prayed in her heart that the person on the altar wouldn't notice her, and carefully retreated. She didn't know if her prayers were answered, but the person on the altar didn't turn around.
"He's already noticed you." Rob said. For an expert like the Scarlet Sword, it was impossible for an ordinary person to not notice her at this distance.
The old man nodded. "When I thought about it, I felt that he purposely let me hide in the corner. He didn't seem to have any intention of harming me."
Karov stood silently on the altar. The priest who had his chest cut open suddenly woke up and struggled with all his might to escape, but he was no match for the enemy. As he lost more and more blood, his expression became more and more frightened, and a trace of pleading appeared in his eyes. However, Karov didn't move at all.
It wasn't until the priest fell unconscious and his body began to spasm that Karov tore off a sleeve from his robe and wrapped it around his wound. He also fed him a bottle of healing potion to ensure that he wouldn't die. Then, he threw him aside.
By this time, Silver had found a place to hide herself. She hid behind a large stone, and peeped out only her head to see what was going on at the altar.
Karov lit a large fire on the altar. The flame was as black as the stone beneath his feet, dancing along the blood in the cracks.
"Your father seemed to be chanting something, but I couldn't understand it. It wasn't the human language, but it wasn't the language of the elves and dwarves either. It was more like some strange syllables that I don't know what they mean," the old man recalled.
— Divine Language.
These two words immediately popped up in Lolo's head.
In the spiritual world created by Matata that lasted only one day, she had heard Rob speak the divine language. She had the same feeling as Silver. However, the girl did not have time to think about it, because she noticed that the sky above the valley had begun to change. The originally clear sky suddenly darkened, and the surrounding clouds began to gather towards the center. In the face of this abnormal natural phenomenon, Karov did not even raise his head. He continued to chant on the altar.
Unfortunately, magic crystals could only record images and not sound. Even Rob could not hear what Karov was saying, and he could only barely determine that he was performing some dangerous ritual.
The strange phenomenon in the sky became more and more obvious. The white clouds turned blood-red and roared like waves of blood. The entire valley started to shake, and the Akensser Raw Stone altar was covered in cracks. Black stones kept falling from the altar.
Even the place where Silver was hiding was affected. Facing the doomsday-like scene in front of him, the old man was obviously anxious. In the whole world, perhaps only the figure on the high platform remained calm.
He stood there like a pillar of stone.
Even if the sky fell and the earth cracked, he would not move.
Nothing could stop him from completing the ritual. After Karov finished chanting the last syllable, he used the blade of his sword to cut the palm of his left hand. As his blood fell into the black flames, everything suddenly quietened down.
But now, Lolo, who was watching silently, did not know why, but she felt extremely uneasy.
The next moment, the bloody clouds split apart, and a golden light shone down from the clouds, enveloping the entire valley.
A huge palm stretched out from the crack, followed by half a head. Something was crawling out from the crack. Because the crack in the clouds was not big, it seemed to be a little strenuous for it to crawl out.
The moment Silver saw that thing, she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. An instinctive shiver surged from the depths of her soul. At this moment, there was only deep reverence left in her mind, and she could no longer resist.
But on the altar, Karov raised his head and stared coldly at the thing.
The thing also noticed the human below. Their gazes met, and the face in the bloody clouds revealed a look of surprise. It did not expect to be greeted by only one person.
Silver was already amazed by the man's astonishing courage, but what happened next completely exceeded her understanding.
The man gripped his sword, his knees slightly bent as if under great pressure. The power accumulated from more than 30 years of bitter training roared in every inch of his bones and muscles. Karov used an almost barbaric method to activate them, and every blood vessel in his body swelled and twisted.
This reckless release of power brought great damage to his body. In a short moment, two of his ribs broke because they could not withstand such violent power, and his calf was also full of cracks.
The wound on his palm that was not too deep burst open, and fresh blood dyed the sword in his hand red. But he did not have the slightest intention of stopping.
Lolo's little hand, which was held by Rob, trembled.
Karov's aura continued to rise at a terrifying speed, but compared to the gigantic thing above him, his figure still looked so small. It was like an ant showing off its muscles in front of an elephant. It was not that the elephant was arrogant, but that it did not notice the ant's overconfidence.
The same thing would have a completely different interpretation in the eyes of different people. An elephant stepping on an ant's nest was tantamount to an earthquake for the ants, but for an elephant, it would not remember this at all. It would not remember how many ants had died because of it. Those things that were very important to ants were just a joke to an elephant.
Those insignificant existences were too petty. Their lives were too short, and even without that stomp, the ants would still die in a few days.
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