I changed the world.

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The bloody ritual was still going on. A strong smell of urine reached Joryn's nose. Without even looking, he knew that Lofler beside him had probably lost control of his bladder. After all, it was normal for someone who had grown up in a peaceful environment to be unable to bear such a bloody scene.

If she hadn't already gone to the bathroom and hadn't drunk too much water that evening, Joryn wasn't sure if she could still hold it in without embarrassing herself...

However, in reality, he couldn't care less about such issues at the moment. He simply lowered his head, so humble that it almost touched the ground, and kept chanting the names of several Heavenly Venerables of the Xuanmen Sect, as if this would prevent those terrifying black-cloaked figures from seeing him.

The sounds of struggling and crying came from the side; another prisoner was dragged out by the black-cloaked figures and brought forward. Just a short while ago, the black-cloaked figures had been adding more prisoners to the surrounding area.

Among them were some well-dressed gentlemen and ladies, as well as several disheveled young men and women; it was unclear how they had gotten in here…

Furthermore, after the intense gunfire that had been heard in the distance, four more figures wearing police exoskeletons appeared among the kneeling prisoners. According to Jon Ryan's guess, the local police had probably discovered some unusual clues and sent a team to investigate. However, it seems that these investigators have also been trapped here...

The old butler of Lord Wheeler's household, who had been kneeling on the ground, seemed somewhat agitated upon seeing the police uniforms. He straightened up and excitedly asked when the police would come to rescue him...

However, before he could finish speaking, he was lifted out by a man in a black cloak, dragged to the front, and had his throat slit open with a single stroke...

Joe Ryan remained silent throughout, his head bowed low. He hoped that, regardless of the circumstances, the fact that these officers were trapped here would surely provoke a stronger police response. If he wasn't immediately executed, perhaps things could still turn around...

Before that, I just hope those black-cloaked figures don't choose me first... God help me...

Among the prisoners, there were clearly many others who shared his thoughts. Everyone knelt on the ground, and apart from some suppressed low sobs, there was hardly any other sound. Everyone was terrified by the cruel methods of these black-cloaked men. Even the police officers, after two of them had their throats slit, wisely shut their mouths and knelt on the ground...

A thick stench of blood filled the air; the sweet, metallic smell caused a young woman kneeling on the ground to vomit. Realizing this action might endanger her, she desperately tried to cover her mouth…

At the heart of the ritual, a torrent of blood surged, gradually forming a massive circular array. This enormous array, condensed from blood, was composed of countless more complex lines and internal geometric shapes. Those kneeling nearby, upon glancing at the array, felt a splitting headache and were filled with illusory praises, as if countless people were singing the praises of some great being…

At this moment, everyone present realized that they were undergoing some kind of religious blood sacrifice ritual. This clearly couldn't be any orthodox religion; they just didn't know which cult it was.

“The devil…this must be a devil’s ritual…” A police officer knelt on the ground, repeatedly drawing a crown pattern on his chest, muttering to himself.

As time passed, the circular array formed from blood began to slowly rotate under the influence of some supernatural force, much to everyone's astonishment.

At the same time, another woman was pulled out of the crowd. Her pleas and struggles were useless. She was dragged to the front and her throat was slit to bleed her out...

A young man, seemingly unable to withstand the pressure and fear, broke down, shouting as he stood up and lunged backward, only to be quickly knocked down by a man in a black cloak. He was then dragged forward and had his throat slit...

Blood continuously flowed from all directions, drawn by some force, converging into the enormous array. At the same time, both the surrounding black cloaks and the indistinct, enormous, or distorted figures became increasingly fanatical, joining the chanting.

At the same time, dark clouds began to gather in the sky, and the surrounding mist, which had been tinged with a faint crimson color for some time, appeared unusually eerie.

The rolling dark clouds merged with the pale red mist below, and within the clouds, crimson currents surged, as if brewing an unexpected and sudden storm...

At this time, traffic control had begun in the 8th block of St. Fosse and the two blocks around it, and some people had even begun to evacuate. The area where vehicles and people were prohibited from passing had expanded by several streets compared to the original area around house number 117.

The fog was slowly expanding, now reaching the adjacent streets. Since the first special operations team entered the foggy area, there had been no further news. Two patrol officers who followed to check the situation also got caught in the fog, and residents of three nearby buildings shrouded in fog also disappeared.

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In this situation, a larger-scale evacuation began, with residents of surrounding buildings being evacuated by police on the grounds of terrorist threats to plant weapons of mass destruction nearby. Simultaneously, wider road closures and evacuations were also carried out.

Meanwhile, members of some newly established special units have replaced the original police personnel and entered the area where the situation occurred.

Located in Block 8 of the core area, just outside the fog, more than ten vehicles of various types were already parked there, and even some aircraft were hovering around.

In the sky, a large number of dense clouds are abnormally gathering, merging with the fog below, and the speed at which these clouds are gathering is rapidly accelerating...

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If people outside the fog could see what was happening inside, they would realize that this place was clearly a different world from the outside...

The ritual continued, and the dark clouds in the sky pressed down lower and lower, as if a storm was about to break.

On the massive crimson array, dense blood energy was rising into the sky. At the same time, the surrounding mist seemed to be gathering upwards as well, gradually thinning. This allowed some eagle-eyed observers to vaguely see the changes in the sky through the thin mist.

Then, streaks of red lightning appeared, faintly forming the shape of a giant crack in the sky...

In the darkness, it seemed as if some kind of gaze was watching from the other side of the crack. That gaze carried an indifferent, cruel, and superior meaning. Just the act of watching seemed to bring immense pressure that ordinary people could not bear.

Seemingly sensing the attention, all the participants present—those in black cloaks and the monsters in the shadows, except for the priests responsible for slitting throats—knelt down at the same moment, and the chanting in the arena rapidly grew louder…

Another "sacrifice" was chosen, and their throat was slit...

High in the sky, the red crack seemed to be growing larger. As the ritual continued, thick blood vapor rose from the ground, and in the sky, the area around the crack was filled with some kind of red electric current. It seemed that some force was constantly widening the crack, trying to descend upon this world from the other side of the crack...

The crack in the sky grew wider and wider, gradually becoming a huge scar that stretched across the sky. Then, under some unknown force, the crack was opened up, revealing a gap beyond which was dense chaos. As the crack opened, whispers and murmurs, as if coming from the abyss, reached everyone's ears.

A middle-aged woman kneeling on the ground suddenly clutched her head and screamed hysterically, appearing completely deranged. She dug into the ground with all her might, as if trying to burrow underground to hide, and her hands quickly became covered in blood...

However, her pain soon subsided. Her movements caught the attention of a man in a black cloak, who dragged her out of the crowd. Soon, she became the next "sacrifice"...

As the crack opened, the priests on the ground became increasingly fanatical and frenzied. Their chanting resounded like a tidal wave across the sky, while the drumbeats around them grew increasingly rapid.

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"Attention all units, control your advance speed and continue searching..."

"Repeat this: control your speed..."

At this moment, a force of 36 fully armed soldiers, led by four Macedonian Type 3 heavy assault vehicles and supported by two Caesar 2 defensive systems, is slowly advancing through the fog. They are wearing specially painted exoskeletons and new-type insulated helmets.

This new helmet, affectionately nicknamed "wild boar's head" by soldiers, is connected to a specialized gas storage and conversion device, providing the wearer with at least one hour of high-intensity combat breathing without exchanging gases with the outside environment. Simultaneously, its enhanced communication and situational awareness capabilities offer significantly more informational power than previous helmets.

As a field commander belonging to the "Special Incident Countermeasures Bureau" action unit under the Grand Ministry of Internal Affairs, Andre Erd originally did not agree with letting his team rashly enter the fog zone to explore under such "intelligence deficiency".

However, pressure from higher-ups ultimately forced him to obey orders. His direct superior did not shy away from the pressure facing higher-ups when issuing the order: St. Fosse is one of the most important cities in Grande, and the 8th district is a traditional affluent area of ​​St. Fosse, a gathering place for celebrities. If any incident were to occur, it could easily cause a huge social impact and even put pressure on the current government and the prime minister himself.

Meanwhile, based on current observations, the fog-shrouded area is spreading. Based on information gathered from around the world regarding similar incidents, there is a high probability that the source of the problem lies within the fogged area. If decisive measures can be taken to cut off the source of the problem within the fog in advance, there is a high probability that the further spread of the fog can be stopped in time, and even the incident can be resolved.