Late at night, in an abandoned factory, a group of mysterious people wearing black robes and hooded hoods were gathering in front of an altar. This was a special groove-shaped altar, like a basin in a hemisphere. The inside and outside were full of complex spells. The hooded people added various materials to it, including some things that are not suitable for children. Then they recited obscure spells together.

A ball of flame suddenly rose and burned violently in a disagreeable way. Then several men in black robes took out an ancient obsidian dagger and passed it through each other and cut their palms.

Blood slowly flowed into the flames. The already rapid flames grew stronger again. With the low spell, the flames began to twist and deform, and a looming roar began to spread. It seemed as if something was struggling in the flames. It was obvious now that this was a dark summoning ceremony. I am afraid that even the men in the black robe themselves did not know what they were summoning.

The men in black robes focused all their attention on the ceremony. They did not notice that not far behind them, several pairs of eyes were staring at them.

"To be honest, I didn't believe what the two women said at first, but now I believe it. This is definitely a spell to summon demons."

"We have all seen it, and the key is now what we are going to do. Rush up and start fighting."

"To be honest, I think it's OK. All the attention of this group of people is on the ritual and we can catch them off guard."

"Then what kind of spell we are going to attack, I think it's getting faster. They seem to be over."

"Think about what we learned carefully, I think the fireball technique is good."

"What a joke, that guy is clearly born from the fire, you hit him with fireball."

"We don't fight that thing, we only target those black-robed men. Fireball Technique can explode after being compressed. We use a blast fireball to attack them around. Shock waves will destroy their rituals."

"It makes sense, I agree."

"Me too."

......

After discussing, the few people began to prepare for the blasting fireball technique together.

At this time, another couple also found out here. It was the combination of Cran and Abby. He could have joined forces to break many supernatural cases and established a strong partner relationship. He began to track down some news about Moro. The cult in front of him is their latest clue.

Seeing that the other party was about to succeed, Abby pulled out his gun and rushed forward. But before she could speak, Yu Guangzhong saw several fireballs attacking the other party. A dangerous feeling came to his heart. Without thinking, he hurried back to Cran, who was planning to rush up with her.

"Let's go down."

A violent explosion sounded, and several men in black robes were instantly overturned by the shock wave several meters away. Even Abby and Clan, who were more than ten meters away, were subjected to a considerable impact.

However, at this time, a disharmonious voice suddenly came from the six-person group.

"Uh, I remember the boss asked us to bring back the magic books they used. Is it okay for us to do this?"

The remaining few people complained in their hearts at the same time. Are you just saying that it’s okay now?

"Well, since it is a magic book, it shouldn't be damaged so easily." That's the case, but his tone was a little unconfident.

After a while of confusion, the few people decided to go up and take a look. The result was very desperate. The magic book had turned into ashes. However, the obsidian dagger they used to bleed had not received any damage. At this time, Abby and Crane also stood up.

"Don't move, put down your weapons."

Just as several people checked the combat power, Abby pressed him up again and shouted the words that were pressing down on his heart, and he was not allowed to raise his hands.

However, in the stunned expressions of Abby and Clan, the people in front of them tore open a strange scroll. Then a thick fog suddenly appeared and directly enveloped the entire factory. When Abby and Clan broke through the fog, the people had already disappeared without a trace.

"Did anyone dare not move just now?"

"Uh, I heard it, it seems to be a policeman."

...

"He probably didn't see our face."

"It shouldn't be...?"

...

No matter how funny the entangled people were, Lin Xuan was in Droughts' secret warehouse at this time, admiring the treasures that were about to belong to him.

Dravs looked at Lin Xuan in pain and picked up precious collections one by one, and threw them away without caring. The twitching on his face never stopped. This was his collection that he had spent most of his life. But in the eyes of the other party, it seemed that he could not even look down on him.

Dravs could no longer hold it back. After seeing Lin Xuan pick up a white spear again, Dravs took the initiative to speak.

"That is the spear of the leader of the ancient Aztecs. I have received blessings from the Aztec god, the feathered snake god, Kchalkoater, and it is specially used to fight against dark creatures in the physics system. Even trolls, or werewolfs, can't withstand its attacks." Dravs was a little proud when he said in one breath. After all, this was one of his proud collections. But then he thought that these things would no longer belong to him, and he couldn't help but feel depressed again.

Lin Xuan looked at him without saying a word, but just picked up another collection. It was a golden gold disc.

"That was a sacrificial item of the ancient Mayan civilization. It can be detected that it contains quite powerful energy, but so far has not been figured out how to use it."

Lin Xuan carefully sensed the disc and then inputted a magic power. The disc emitted a golden light. The light quickly gathered and then projected into the air. However, this secret room set up a large number of defensive runes to prevent the sudden spread of magic power and attract unnecessary attention.

The light column confronted the defensive runes for a moment, and finally disappeared quickly due to the lack of subsequent support.

"It is indeed a sacrificial item, which is a magic weapon used to communicate directly with the gods. However, the correct way to use it should be to put enough sacrifices on the disc to take away the magic power. Then the entire sacrificial ceremony can be successful."

"Is it possible?"

"If the sacrifice is really that good, the Mayans will not suddenly become extinct. In fact, according to my guess, the demise of the Mayans cannot be separated from their gods. If the gods are really so easy to talk to, there will not be so many tragedies in this world."
Chapter completed!