The moonlight was dim and the temperature was particularly low on winter nights. Roger was shivering in the cold wind even though he was wrapped in a thick cotton coat. But Matar, who was lying next to him, was only wearing a short coat over her usual clothes and seemed to be completely unaffected by the temperature. This made Roger admire him very much.
According to Matar, the winters in her hometown of Samir are ten times colder than here, and she only wears this when she goes out hunting, not to mention the winter here.
Since they learned Jerry's residence from Lena that day, they split into two teams, Roger and Matar monitored Jerry, and Randy and Elfa watched Tom. They were sure that this matter had something to do with those charlatans from the Gathering Religion, so they had been waiting for them to show up.
But they waited for four days. Since they arrived in Klin, the Nords had not shown up, and there were no more missing people on the island. This made them more certain that the missing people were abducted by the Gathering Religion.
Because waiting was boring, Roger started chatting with Matar in a low voice. Both of them are adventurers with rich experience. Once they start talking, they can't stop. They chat about everything from Samir to Lyon, and from Lyon to the freeland, the starry land, epic magic, weapons and arms.
After lying in wait patiently for four nights, they finally waited for the person who was supposed to come. Several dark shadows took advantage of the night and sneaked towards Jerry's cottage in the rice field. Although they tried to move as gently as possible to minimize the noise, they also crouched very low. But none of this could escape the Matar's sharp eyes.
Matar was about to chase after them, but was stopped by Roger.
"Wait a minute, let's see where they're taking Jerry. If we follow them, we might be able to find their lair."
After a while, those men came out of Jerry's house. Judging from the sacks they carried on their shoulders, it looked like they were Jerry and his family. Roger and Matar hurriedly followed, and relying on Matar's sharp eyes, the two followed them slowly.
They followed them all the way to a cave near the shore, and Roger and Matar watched several people carry the sacks into the cave.
The two waited for those guys to go in for a long time before they sneaked in quietly. From time to time, the wet cave with a slight smell of earth could be heard whistling wind and the intermittent voices of those guys. The two of them pricked up their ears and it sounded like some ancient and obscure spells.
As they got closer, they were now separated from the group by a large rock. In the empty cave, the candlelight flickered, and the shadows of several figures cast on the rocks were distorted like demons. As soon as their spells stopped, one of them was heard saying something in Nordic.
Roger and Matar were both well-traveled people who knew a little about Nordic. Judging from the man's voice, he should be a young man. He was asking another person in confusion: "Uru, when will our magic take effect? This is the fifth person."
The other voice sounded a little more vicissitudes of life. He said in a deep voice: "The blood sacrifice of the Gathering God is a six-pointed star formation. One person must be sacrificed in each corner. We have sacrificed five people now, and we are still short of one person. It just so happens that the leading farmer has not been brought here yet. Once Kajie and the others capture the farmer, we can summon the servants of the Gathering God."
"Aren't there these women and children? Do we have to wait so long?" the young man asked anxiously.
"No! Women and children's bodies are not as strong as those of adult men. They are lowly bodies. How can they be qualified to withstand the magic power of the servants of God. These are foods to fill the hunger of the servants of God after they come. Don't mess around." The man named Uru scolded.
Roger, who was behind the rock, was furious when he heard that they were offering human sacrifices. He clenched his fists tightly, fearing that he would lose control and rush out to kill those people. But he was afraid of alerting the enemy and scaring away those guys who had not returned yet. He could only suppress his anger and hide in a secluded place with Matar.
After waiting for a while, the two men who had gone to kidnap Tom came back as expected. They rushed into the cave, exhausted, each carrying a sack in their hands. It was obvious that they were Tom and Lena.
With two thud, the two men put down the sacks, panting, and said loudly, "The evil curse planted on this guy has spread to his entire body. He is a perfect sacrifice. With the evil curse on this guy, we will definitely be able to summon a powerful servant of God. Haha, then we can turn this island into ruins."
Roger saw that they had all arrived, and Randy and Elfa followed. If he didn't take action now, when would he take action? He jumped out, climbed over the big rock, drew out the two-handed heavy sword behind him, and chopped it down from top to bottom. He immediately split one of them in half.
"Die you beasts!"
When the Gathering Religion members saw someone coming, they were surprised but not panicked. There was a fanatical light flashing in their eyes, and they rushed towards Roger fearlessly.
"Uru, finish the sacrifice quickly!" they shouted with their last bit of strength.
An old man with a wrinkled face among the group of believers was holding Tom's head. A sharp knife cut across his throat, and streams of blood spurted out from his throat. It fell on the last corner of the hexagram formation.
The next moment, the old man's throat was also cut. Matar's nimble body flashed past him, and the black gold dagger cut off his head cleanly, and he instantly became a headless corpse. The old man's head was flying in the sky with a hideous smile, and it rolled to the ground with a crash, and was trampled into a meat paste by Elfa who was chasing him from behind.
These people without fighting ability had no ability to resist the four adventurers and were killed in a few moves. In order to find out the reason, Roger left a person alive. The young cultist huddled in a corner of the cave, his face distorted with fear as he faced four murderous men.
Roger was about to ask something when suddenly the hexagram array behind him shone brightly. Rays of blood-red light shot straight to the top of the cave as if they were real.
"Haha, God's servants are coming! God's servants are coming! You are all going to die!" The young believer suddenly laughed like crazy when he saw the powerful formation. He suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the formation.
Matar reacted and wanted to hold him, but was still a step too slow. The man jumped into the formation and was immediately melted by the red light of the formation, just like snow meeting the sun. The scarlet light melted a living person, and instantly became even more bloody red. There were bursts of shrill howling sounds coming from inside, as if some monster was crawling out.
"Take these women and children out quickly, I'll watch over here." Roger said in a deep voice.
Everyone cooperated well. Each of them carried one person. After several trips, they had transported the survivors in the cave to a safe place outside the cave. When they returned to the cave, a huge arm had already stretched out from the formation. A monster with horns was trying to poke its head out from the formation.
"It's the Yellow Springs Monster! We can't let it crawl out, otherwise we will all die here!" Randy exclaimed, picked up the sword and rushed forward.
The Yellow Springs Monster is so famous, how could they not know it? This is a monster from the high-level hell, and is of the same level as the succubus.
Unlike the succubus's ability to charm, the Yellow Springs monsters are good at reproduction. Their huge bodies will produce a low-level monster called a demon child every few seconds. Although the demon children's combat power is not too strong, as time goes on and their numbers accumulate, groups of demon children cannot be dealt with by ordinary mercenaries, not to mention that there are only four of them now. By then, the small island of Klin will truly become a ruin. No, it should be said that it is a hell on earth.