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These unique magical energies quickly condensed into a solid body, shaped like a huge cocoon, tightly wrapping the Duke of Bedford.

Le Camus was relieved.

"It has been a pleasure working with you, Kabamba Shaman."

But the black orc shaman didn't appreciate it: "I didn't shoot to help you, but this light-skinned man is still a strong man, worthy of dedicating to the true god."

"Okay, now that the trouble has been resolved, let's start acting as soon as possible, and midnight will come soon." Le Camus also had no choice but to change the subject with this black orc who didn't want to get in.

With everyone on board, the boat rowed to Ile Saint-Louis.

This island adjacent to Citi Island has not been developed yet, with overgrown vegetation and lush greenery, it is a pasture for Parisian farmers.

At this time, three hundred fierce fighters from another continent gathered here, and there were a dozen or so New World Religious members wrapped in black robes and wearing masks.

These believers were singing blasphemous songs while cleaning the ground, and then began to draw a huge magic circle.After seeing Le Camus successfully brought Henry VI back, they cheered immediately.

Chapter 270 Nine Skull Offerings

Elizabeth awoke from a coma.

She vaguely remembered that she and the Archbishop of Beaufort accompanied Henry VI to Notre Dame.When a group of people just stepped onto the exchange bridge, they were suddenly surrounded by many men in black robes.

Servants and guards fell like straw, and she and the Archbishop of Beaufort passed out before they could react.

When I woke up again, I was in a strange place.

I saw a few men in black robes working hard to erect an inverted cross.This cross is engraved with an inverted pentagram, and a relief of a poisonous snake is wrapped around it.

After erecting the inverted cross and fixing it with ropes, the people in black robes put a ten-year-old boy on it and tied them up tightly.

The little boy was Henry VI.

He was obviously terrified, he couldn't even struggle and cry, he just trembled and sobbed non-stop, his crotch was hot and humid.

"Let go of Your Highness!" Elizabeth shouted anxiously.

She wanted to cast a divine spell, but found that she couldn't use the power given to her by the Seven Saints at all, and her hands and feet were also trapped, and she couldn't even stand up.

At this time, Archbishop Beaufort also woke up.

Seeing the situation in front of him, he also cursed anxiously.

Le Camus heard the movement and came over.

Archbishop Beaufort looked at Le Camus with a strange face in horror. Seeing the clothes on his body, he said hesitantly: "You are Bishop Bowen? I didn't expect you to abandon your faith and surrender to demons and evil gods."

Le Camus had to explain his identity again, and then looked at the shocked expression of the other party, and laughed triumphantly.

"Why can't we use magic?" Elizabeth asked.

The biggest problem now is that she is in a dangerous situation but has no ability to resist. She hopes to get some useful information from this crazy cultist.It would be best if a way to restore the ability to cast spells could be found.

Perhaps it was because of the long-term lurking and careful planning, and now he is finally approaching the other side of success, which made Le Camus very happy, and there was a desire to show off in his heart.He said triumphantly: "I just bought a few servants and put a little medicine in the wine at the dinner party, dear lady—although I don't recognize the seven false gods, I will continue to say You are a 'saint'. After all, you are not the same as those corrupt nobles and ignorant believers."

Archbishop Beaufort shook his head and said, "Impossible. I have sent special personnel to test the safety of the banquet food. If someone poisons it, they will definitely find it!"

"Did I say it was poisoned?" Le Camus took out a black fruit with a hard and dry skin from his pocket with a playful smile, "This kind of fruit is called 'Kakurafi', which comes from the mysterious The Southern Continent, gifted by my black orc friend, has a very strong sense-enhancing effect. Shaman priests of the orc tribe often take this black fruit that is ground into powder and brewed liquid before communicating with their gods. I Tried it once and it works great.

As we all know, spellcasters such as priests who use divine power, their source of power is the gift of faith.So the stronger the perception, the more able to communicate with the gods, the stronger the strength.However, when the perceptual power reaches a certain level and breaks through the limit that the brain can bear, it is another situation..."

Elizabeth heard the words, concentrating on meditation, trying to connect to Heaven Mountain with perception.But her attempt quickly failed.Originally, with her talent, she could easily feel the power projected by Heaven Mountain to the main material world - pure white, brilliant, bright, clean...

But now, when Elizabeth focused a little, she could hear countless noisy voices, such as whispers, crying, and laughing wildly.

The perception is strengthened to the extreme, and the spiritual fluctuations that exist in the world can be easily heard, but the brain cannot process these complicated information in time, so that it loses its original ability.

"'Kakurafel' is not a poison to the human body. Of course you can't find it out. But this humble fruit has a better effect than poison." Le Camus laughed.

Archbishop Beaufort did not believe in evil, and tried to concentrate on communicating with Heavenly Mountain. After several failures, he finally showed a frustrated look.

Seeing this, Le Camus played with the fruit in his hand, and said triumphantly: "That black continent is really magical. I don't know how many secrets it hides, just like the 'Kakurafel' fruit. If history goes as I once did, It's a pity that that continent will be conquered by evil white people and then continuously squeezed out of resources as seen in "Apocalypse of the New World". But..."

Le Camus took a meaningful look at Henry VI tied to the reverse cross, and chuckled lightly.

At this time, the black orc shaman came over: "Light skin, we are ready, when will we start?"

Le Camus saw the faint blood-red light flickering under the dark skin of the other party, and the whole person seemed to be a lot stronger, and asked: "Kabamba, your strength seems to have increased again?"

"Because I absorbed the power of that duke." The black orc shaman waved his hand, and a female orc warrior threw the person on his shoulders to the ground.

"John!" Archbishop Beaufort's voice was full of grief and indignation, "What have you done to him!"

The Duke of Bedford was dying at this time, his whole body was like a mummy, with only a layer of skin wrapped around the wide skeleton, so pale that there was no blood.

The black orc shaman glanced at the sad Archbishop Beaufort, just snorted contemptuously, and then looked at Le Camus.

The latter said: "Okay, let's start right away."

When Le Camus came into contact with this group of bloodthirsty natives from far away Africa, he just wanted to use them to create chaos in Paris so that he could act conveniently.Unexpectedly, the effect was better than expected, and the famous Duke of Bedford fell into their hands.

In this way, England, whose political situation is bound to fall into chaos, may be the next ideal target of the New World Order.

At this time, the beautiful warriors of Daho also built the altar of the true god Mwari, which looks like a throne covered with spikes, with blood smeared on it, and 77 heads hanging on it.

A ditch was dug under the altar, extending to the river.If you look down from the air, you will find that these ditches draw huge patterns, like a hideous and evil totem.

The shaman brought up the Portuguese merchant and Baron Chandler, and cut off their heads without hesitation.

Blood spurted from the neck section and flowed into the ditch.Then some orc warriors picked up the two heads and dedicated them to the altar.

On the other side, seven men in black robes stood at a predetermined position near the altar, and then began to chant spells.

Chapter 280 Soul Blood

After about a minute, the shaman didn't notice any movement, and looked at Le Camus: "What's going on? Didn't you promise to open the door of blood?"

"Ignorant barbarians! No wonder in the future I see, these black orcs will be ruthlessly squeezed, enslaved, and slaughtered by Europeans. They are so stupid that they are almost indistinguishable from goblins."

Le Camus was disdainful.

The purpose of this Dahomey mercenary group coming to Europe was to earn gold for their chief.But when he saw the weak fighting power of the light-skinned people and their dependence on weapons, armor, artillery and other foreign objects, the shaman felt contempt in his heart.

Even after the failure of Mocheng, he stubbornly believed that the believers of the true god Mwari were the strongest and the best, and they should occupy this fertile and cool land.

After Le Camus realized this, he made some suggestions and made the black orc shaman make up his mind to show the power of the true god Mwari in the largest city in Western Europe, so that the light-skinned people can taste the complete fear.

However, these black orcs who are still in the tribal society have a very primitive magic system and are unable to break through the space barrier, allowing the power of the true god Mwari to descend on this main material world on a large scale.

It was Le Camus who was "kind" and helped the Black Orc Shaman design a complete set of sacrificial ceremony procedures.

Although the Herring Gang hired by him was caught on the way, resulting in incomplete preparations for the ceremony, and I am afraid that there will be some mistakes in the final result, but Le Camus didn't care.

He just used these stupid black orcs as a cover for himself, and he didn't care whether the other party could succeed in the end.

Facing the ferocious and bloodthirsty aura of the black orc shaman who was about to spurt out from his body at any time, Le Camus was not afraid, but said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, this is the beginning, continue to sacrifice blood! "

"These female orcs have gone through countless fights before they are favored by the true god and won the title of tribal female warrior. Their death is worth it!"

After glaring at Le Camus fiercely, the black orc shaman turned and returned to his clansmen, shouting continuously with open arms.If the Portuguese businessman Rogorio was still alive, then his head, which was still terrified, would definitely be able to understand what the black orcs were shouting.

"Blood Sacrifice to the Blood God! Skull Sacrifice Skull Block!"

"Blood Sacrifice to the Blood God! Skull Sacrifice Skull Block!"

After a while, the shouts that revealed the primitive barbaric temperament gradually spread, forming an atmosphere of supreme fanaticism in the entire group of black orcs.

Three female black orc warriors walked out of the crowd proudly and fearlessly, and knelt down in front of the altar.

Behind them, three other female warriors raised their iconic Dahomey machetes and slashed down!

As the killing continued, more and more heads were piled on the altar, and the blood gradually filled the ditch, and then flowed into the Seine.

Throughout the city of Paris, the Seine River began to gradually glow a strange blood-red light.

Le Camus stopped watching the bloody and frantic suicide ritual.He returned to the reverse cross and started to do his business.

He reached out from the dimensional bag at his waist and took out a glass bottle filled with a translucent green liquid.

Inside the glass bottle was a huge palm-length leech.

This disgusting mollusk constantly wriggled and twisted its body. There were two sucker-like mouths on its abdomen, which were covered with layers of sharp teeth, like a flesh grinding disc.

On its taupe back, there are four pairs of blue spots, like eyes of indescribable existence, gazing at everything.

Seeing the appearance of this creature, Archbishop Beaufort felt horrified, and said in a trembling voice: "This is... this is the abyss leech, the legendary evil thing that can suck the soul! When it sucks up the blood and soul of mortals, , is the favorite sacrifice of the evil god!"

"You have a lot of knowledge, servant of the false god..." Le Camus opened the glass bottle and took out the abyss leech.He moved gently, with a gentle smile on his face, as if the thing in his hand was not a scary monster, but a cute one-month-old kitten. The scene was particularly weird.

"Then guess what I'm going to do with this cutie?" Le Camus grinned evilly.

"You... you're going to use it to suck the blood of the King of England..."

"To be precise, it should be soul blood. Abyssal leeches have a special ability, which can melt and decompose the souls of mortals, and absorb them into the body through the blood."

From a biological point of view, the blood of a king is no different from that of a commoner—unless he has some kind of blood beyond the human race.

But from the perspective of the soul, a monarch who has obtained the permission of the Seven Saints to guard the mortal kingdom on behalf of the gods is more "noble" than ordinary people.

The "noble" here is in quotation marks.It is because the king is not necessarily kinder, smarter, or braver than the common people.It's just that from the perspective of the entire belief system of the Seven Saints, the king's soul is worth more.

It is also a more attractive trophy for evil gods.

"No, you can't do that! Without a complete soul, the King of England is not a complete human being at all!" Archbishop Beaufort shouted hoarsely.

"Anyway, he's just an incompetent kid. Why don't you just find another king?"

Le Camus said lightly, and then walked to the bottom of the reverse cross step by step.Ignoring Henry VI's horrified and helpless eyes, he forcibly opened the little king's mouth and stuffed it into the abyss leech.

Immediately, the whites of Henry VI's eyes were stained with pure black, and his whole body began to tremble continuously.

The mouthparts deeply penetrated Henry VI's palate, and the abyssal leech, which began to suck blood and soul, let out a pleasant cry, and the blue spots on its body became brighter and brighter.

After a while, the entire reverse cross was bathed in faint blue light.

The light was so striking in the night that it could be seen from far away on Cité.That's why Le Camus instigated the Black Orcs to hold a skull sacrifice ceremony to cover up their real purpose.

……

On the last night of September, Quasimodo, the bell ringer of Notre Dame Cathedral, was very lonely.

He was on the bell tower, and he could clearly see the brightly lit and crowded San Pol Palace in the distance.Thinking of those aristocratic gentlemen who can eat exquisite food that I have never heard of tonight, drink a bottle of high-end wine that I can't afford a year's salary, and hug beautiful women who never look at me happily , he was envious and jealous.

"When I have saved enough livres, I will definitely go to the fourth district to find a beautiful girl and fuck him for a day and a night! Achoo!"

At the end of September, Paris was already cool, and the evening wind blew, completely dispelling the charm in Quasimodo's mind.Wiping his nose, he was about to find a blanket when he noticed that something was wrong with the distant Ile Saint-Louis.

Chapter 280 Bells and Chaos