Chapter 70 Barbatos
In front of the twelfth magic pillar, there were nearly a hundred people wearing the uniform black robes of Revelation and muttering to themselves.

"The fire of the soul is immortal, the fire of life is burning, swaying in the humble wind, listening to the voice of God, dedicating with the spirit of this body, sacrificing with the soul of this body!"

After the spell was finished, pale soul fire burned on everyone's body, and the soul power of those performing the ritual increased tenfold in an instant.

The ritual of life sacrifice, which was passed down by that adult from another distant world, can allow the soul of the person performing the ritual to be greatly improved in a short period of time by overdraft. If the soul is donated at this time, it can definitely be worth ten times as much. Although their souls lack resentment, their devout belief in that adult is not weak at all. Such soul power is more useful than ordinary soul resentment.

The twelfth magic pillar continued to absorb souls. The color of the magic pillar became darker and darker, and the image of the devil engraved on the magic pillar became more and more real, gradually approaching the other eleven magic pillars.

After their souls were completely sucked away, their flushed faces turned pale as ash. Everyone felt a black screen before their eyes, and then they fell to the ground one after another.

Their souls burned out like fuel, and the bodies of these people slowly fell down.

Soon after, another group of people came in. After carrying away all the fallen bodies, they stood in front of the magic pillar and began the life sacrifice ceremony.

"The fire of the soul is immortal, the fire of life is burning and swaying..."

"Is this the last batch?" Morais asked the high priest on his left.

"That's right. After this batch is over, the only people left alive in the Ten Thousand Demons Hall will be Nelson and his group and the two of us."

"I didn't expect it to end this way." There was a hint of unwillingness in Moraes' tone.

He now looks nothing like the majestic leader of the Apocalypse, but more like an old man who is about to step into the coffin.

"Perhaps this is a new beginning." The high priest said, "As long as that master comes, the world will usher in a new era, and we will also usher in a new life. From now on, you and I will no longer be imprisoned in this forest. Everything is worth it."

"I hope so." Morais looked at the high priest deeply and said nothing more.

Originally, Morais and the high priest had gathered a group of magicians specifically for the "sacrifice". Although soul resentment was important, pure soul power was also indispensable. However, Morais did not expect that not only that group of magicians, but the entire Apocalypse and himself would have to embark on the path of sacrifice.

Soon the last group of people also finished their sacrifices. When they all fell down, Morais breathed a sigh of relief. It was finally his turn.

Today, the twelfth magic pillar is almost the same as the other eleven in terms of color and magical aura, and the only thing it lacks is a few minor flaws.

Finally, the only six remaining members came out. They were the six magicians including Nelson. They were the last to take turns because they controlled the 'Beast Summoning Flute' and the 'Demon Summoning Horn'.

Just now, except for the monster controlled by the "Demon Summoning Horn", all other monsters have been ordered to commit suicide, and the souls of those dead monsters have been absorbed by the twelfth magic pillar.

The reason for leaving behind a group of monsters was mainly to disrupt the adventurers' vision and prevent those adventurers from Rose Lowe from coming out of the magic circle early, accidentally finding the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons and disturbing the arrival of that adult.

Think about how high-spirited you were a few days ago, and how you were about to fulfill the long-cherished wish of leaders of all generations and stand on top of the world.

No one expected that since the tragic news of Margolis' death, the Book of Revelation would fade away day by day like the setting sun in the afternoon.

The attack by the True Vampire and Qiao Lin's betrayal have caused a terrorist organization that was once feared by the whole world to fall to the point where only a few big cats and small cats are left.

Even the arrogant Morais has become a white-haired old man. What a ridiculous and ironic thing it is.

"Do you regret it?" Morais asked the few remaining people.

"It is our honor to dedicate our souls to that great man." Morais and the high priest nodded slightly. Except for Qiao Lin, no one in the Book of Revelation betrayed their faith in that great man.

And Qiao Lin's wife and daughter had long been dedicated to that adult.

Finally, the final preparations are over.

Morais, the high priest, Nelson and others gathered around the twelfth magic pillar. After the routine prayer, they began the final life sacrifice ceremony.

"The fire of the soul is immortal, the fire of life is burning, swaying in the humble wind, listening to the voice of God, dedicating with the spirit of this body, sacrificing with the soul of this body!"

Morais felt that after the ceremony, the flame deep in his soul was ignited all of a sudden, and his whole body was wrapped in the raging burning soul fire. This feeling was truly incomparable. When the soul fire was ignited to its peak, he gritted his teeth and slowly injected his soul power into the twelfth magic pillar.

The twelfth magic pillar was like a huge black hole. When the soul power just touched its edge, an indescribable strong suction force came from the magic pillar. It was like a devil's mouth, sucking Morais' soul to its heart's content.

Once this absorption began, there was no sign of stopping, and even if Morales wanted to stop it, he couldn't.

The people around him fell one after another, even the high priest fell.

The only exception was Morales, because he was an 'outlier', a human being outside the norm, so his soul was much stronger than that of ordinary people, and after being enhanced by the ritual, he was able to hold on longer than others.

But it's just a little longer.

Morais clearly felt that his soul was gradually dissipating, and the twelfth magic pillar was finally complete after absorbing the souls of the last few of them. The entire magic pillar seemed to be naturally formed and flawless.

Seeing this scene, Morais finally showed a relieved smile on his face and slowly fell down.

"Lord Barbatos..."

The moment Morais fell, the twelve magic pillars that had stood for a thousand years actually slowly sank, and the magic circle under each magic pillar began to evolve in an extremely complex way. The corners of the twelve originally unrelated magic circles actually began to expand and overlap, constantly merging into a new magic circle.

When the twelve magic pillars completely sank into the magic circle at their roots, a huge ultimate magic circle took shape. The places originally occupied by the twelve magic pillars became the twelve fulcrums of the magic circle. The soul resentment stored in each of them for thousands of years slowly flowed to the center of the giant magic circle.

The massive amount of soul resentment was so sticky that it almost turned into substance. At the other end of the magic circle, the passage leading to the unknown space actually began to shake slightly under the influence of the soul resentment.

……

Demon Realm
This is an extremely desolate mountain range. The environment here is so harsh that even the demons can't stand it. There is no trace of any demon within a thousand miles.

Deep in the mountains, there is a towering Demon Palace. Looking closely, the appearance of this Demon Palace is almost exactly the same as the 'Temple of Ten Thousand Demons', except that it is much, much larger than the 'Temple of Ten Thousand Demons'.

The Demon Palace looked deserted. There were no magical beasts guarding the gate, nor demons patrolling inside. Dust and dirt were everywhere. It had not been cleaned for who knows how many years. It was empty and terrifyingly cold.

In the deepest part of the Demon Palace, a terrifying figure who had been sitting cross-legged for who knows how many years suddenly opened his eyes.

Two lightning-like sparks shot out from the pupils, shattering the stone walls and reaching the top of the mountain outside the Demon Palace.

"Is it finally opened? I've waited for a thousand years!"

　After thinking for a long time, I finally chose this name that impressed me deeply~╰(*°▽°*)╯巴——巴——托——斯
　　
　
(End of this chapter)