Drip! Drip!
The sound of blood dripping on the ground could be heard from time to time.
A light gust of wind blew over from afar, and as the smell of blood spread, Tamar and the others felt a chill run down their spines.
Feeling the breeze on her body, she could not help but lower her head, feeling dumbfounded.
At this moment, she was sitting on a chair with her back leaning against it.
However, the clothes that she was originally wearing had already disappeared. She was naked from head to toe, with not a single piece of clothing covering her body. Even the most secretive and sensitive parts could be seen clearly.
There were also black patterns on her body that looked like some sort of tattoo, which should have been drawn on her when she was unconscious.
Sensing this, her mind instantly became blank, and all sorts of emotions welled up in her heart.
However, no matter how agitated she was, she could not move her body at all. Apart from barely being able to open her eyes, she could not move at all.
"Bring the next offering!" Before she could react, a familiar voice suddenly sounded, causing her to be taken aback.
She was vaguely familiar with this voice, as she had heard it not long ago. It belonged to the owner of this manor.
In front of the altar, Morando wore a black priest's robe and looked at the people before him with a cold expression.
He seemed to be the leader of this group of black-clothed people. Not only was he standing on the altar, but his priest's robe was also different from the others, appearing more dignified and luxurious.
As he spoke, a few black-clothed people walked out and walked towards Tamar and the others.
Under Tamar's fearful gaze, these people walked to Tamar's side and dragged one of her companions away.
The person who was dragged away quickly followed in the footsteps of the people before him. Under Tamar's gaze, his heart was dug out, and his blood was drawn out, leaving behind only a dried-up corpse.
This scene was undoubtedly bloody and terrifying, even more so for a girl like Tamar who had never felt danger before. At this moment, her face had become extremely pale, and her body was instinctively trembling, not knowing if it was because of the cold or because of fear.
At this point, apart from Tamar, only Alice was still alive.
Alice was also naked and unable to move, but compared to Tamar's expression, her expression was still calm. Even when she saw the bloody scene in front of her, she did not lose her cool, but despair flashed in her eyes.
"This kind of altar, and this kind of technique … You're from the Turin Sect!!" she said with great difficulty. Although her voice was labored, it was still clear.
"Eh? You've recovered so quickly? " In front of the altar, Morando's expression was one of surprise and admiration: "As expected of an apprentice knight who has undergone knight training. Her physique is much stronger than those ordinary girls."
"It's a pity that time is a little tight. Otherwise, I would definitely make you stay and have fun for a while."
"What the hell do you want!" Alice coldly shouted.
Unfortunately, this time, Morand didn't reply. Instead, he waved his hand with a smile.
A tall figure dressed in black robes and a black cloak walked over. Under Tamar's gaze of despair and fear, he picked her up and walked towards the altar.
The black altar was now dyed black and red with blood. Blood mixed with minced meat fell all over the ground. It looked disgusting and terrifying, with a strong smell of blood.
Just the smell alone was enough to make Tamar feel like fainting.
"An … Andak …" she subconsciously muttered. At this moment, she was finally able to speak and helplessly called out her boyfriend's name.
"I'm here." A gentle voice instantly sounded beside her ear, with a familiar gentleness.
Hearing this voice, her eyes suddenly widened, and she looked at the black-robed man who was hugging her.
In the next moment, the black-robed man took off his hood, revealing a familiar yet unfamiliar face.
It was a handsome golden-haired man with a smile on his face, looking very amiable.
Seeing that familiar face, Tamar's eyes widened, and she looked at him in disbelief: "An … Andak, you …"
"Just take it as a nap." Andak's smile did not change. Instead, he used his right hand to stroke her body in Silence. "I will be very gentle. I promise you won't feel any pain."
He spoke gently, as if he was saying words of love between lovers.
However, hearing his words, Tamar's heart turned cold, and her heart was instantly filled with despair.
Very soon, Andak carried her to the altar and placed her on the bloody altar.
Just like that, she laid on the altar, her naked body touching the flesh and blood on the altar. While she felt disgusted, there was also a strong smell of blood.
Under Tamar's despairing gaze, Andak pulled out a small black knife and slowly walked towards her. He still had that kind and gentle smile on his face.
"Let's stop here." A calm voice suddenly sounded. Although it was not loud, it accurately reached everyone's ears, allowing them to hear it clearly.
Hearing this voice, Morand's expression immediately changed, and he suddenly looked towards the altar.
There, a figure suddenly appeared. He was currently standing on the altar, looking at Andak in Silence.
It was an extremely handsome young man. He wore a moon-colored robe and had a head of conspicuous silver hair. He stood in front of Tamar in Silence, looking at Andak in Silence. "I don't care about the others, but I can't let you kill this one."
He looked at Andak and spoke in Silence.
"It's you!!" Seeing the figure in front of him, Andak's expression changed, and he was about to say something.
Whoosh …
The sound of a sword being unsheathed suddenly sounded out on the altar, accompanied by a violent gust of wind.
Under Andak's shocked gaze, Adil pulled out the Moon King Sword and instantly appeared before him.
Boom!!
A ten-meter-long silver sword qi danced in front of him. The silver qi turned into a sky full of light, continuously flashing and finally turning into a terrifying attack.
Silver Splendor!!
The familiar secret skill of life was quickly activated, and it once again shone in this world.
In an instant, dozens of terrifying sword qi swept through the area, almost enveloping the surrounding tens of meters.
The ground in the center started to cave in, and when the attack ended, a huge crater instantly appeared on the originally solid ground.
Countless pieces of flesh flew in all directions. Those were the black-clothed people who had surrounded the altar. They did not have the ability to retaliate at all, and were instantly turned into minced meat.
Only those that Adil had intentionally avoided, or those with especially strong vitality, were able to survive.
"Wh … why …"
On the ground in the distance, Morand's black robe was in tatters, and there were many wounds on his body. He struggled to climb up from the ground, and looked at Adil in disbelief. "We're all Grand Knights … Why are you so much stronger than us?"
Like Andark, as the current patriarch of the Crandt Family, he was also a top-notch Grand Knight. He had an extremely tenacious life force, which was why he was able to survive Adil's attack.
Similarly, as a Grand Knight, he could clearly feel the vitality on Adil's body. Although it was strong, it had not reached the level of a Heavenly Knight. It was still at the level of a Grand Knight.
However, as a Grand Knight, Leylin's strength was too terrifying. Just one attack had caused such a terrifying result.
In the distance, Andak also struggled to climb up from the ground with his sword in hand, and looked at Adil in disbelief.
"Why?"
Standing on the broken altar, Adil smiled, and his expression was as calm as ever. "Of course it's because you're weak."
Bam!!
A violent collision sound rang out again, and a figure was sent flying backwards, smashing heavily into the wall, making a loud sound.
That was Morand. He had been kicked away by Adil, and was on his last breath.
After doing this, Adil turned around and looked at Andak in Silence.
"Don't come over!"
While Adil was dealing with Morand, Andak had already stood up. He was even carrying someone.
It was Yalis. She was naked in Andak's arms, and she still looked a little dazed. She looked at Adil in a daze, as if she had not recovered from the sudden turn of events.
"If you want this woman's life, let me leave!!"
Looking at Adil in the distance, Andak's expression was sinister, and he pointed his sword at Yalis.
He was taking a gamble.
In the previous attack, apart from Tamar, Adil had also deliberately avoided Yalis.
Regardless of the reason, this at least showed that Yalis had a certain status in his heart. Perhaps he could use her as a hostage.
Although this plan was a little naive, he had no other choice in the current situation.
However, to his disappointment, Adil did not even bat an eye at his words. His expression was as calm as ever, and he only walked towards him in Silence.
The clear sound of footsteps rang out in the silent hall.
In the next moment, a gorgeous silver aura soared into the sky, turning into a sharp sword aura that slashed downwards.
He did not avoid the hostage in Andak's arms at all. It seemed that he was even going to split Andak and the hostage in half.
"You!!"
A terrifying sense of danger welled up in his heart. At this moment, Andak's expression was sinister, and his eyes widened.
Bang!!
The silver sword aura quickly pressed down, and a figure was quickly sent flying.
Before Adil's eyes, Andak's body had been split in half, and he looked extremely miserable.
Huff … Huff …
A burst of rapid breathing sounded in the same place.
Looking at Adil, Yalis's expression was one of fear. She had not recovered from the thrilling experience just now.
When the silver sword aura had descended, she had thought that she would really be split in half.
But at the last moment, the terrifying sword aura had suddenly dissipated, and the remaining power had struck Andak behind her, resulting in this outcome.
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