Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 468 - 296 Super Large Blood Sacrifice (5K, Additional - s 96, 97)_2
Some young Dark Elf girls, upon seeing Herbert’s handsome appearance, noticeably brightened their eyes and whistled at Herbert, trying to approach and chat.
But before they got close, they noticed the Dark Elf woman’s power beside Herbert.
She was a lady far more powerful than they were!
They lowered their heads to Svanni, whose face was concealed, and respectfully said, "Ah, my lady... sorry, we didn’t know he was your prey."
Svanni nodded indifferently, waving her hand dismissively, and those girls hurried away as if pardoned, not daring to glance at Herbert again.
Among the Dark Elves, superiors can exploit inferiors at will.
This is the rule here.
If Frost Crystal is still a civilized feudal Kingdom, then this place is a rather backward purely slave-based city-state.
Alien race slaves are seen everywhere, and Dark Elves punish the slaves... no, the roles of master and slave aren’t fixed either.
There are Dark Elf slaves, and there are masters among alien races too.
"Bet! Place your bets!"
Screams came from the left street, each whip lash on the hanging female Dark Elf priestess bloomed roses of blood on her back.
A group of alien race gamblers frantically shouted around her:
"Hold on a bit longer! Hold on a bit longer!!!"
"Fall! Just fall down! Hurry up and fall!"
They anticipated her dropping from the frame into a pit full of poisonous insects below.
Everyone’s expression twisted in excitement—even the whipped priestess shared the same wicked smile.
Just a glance at this scene conveys its madness.
Beyond the madness lies a desire that makes one’s hair stand on end.
Here, no one cannot be a slave, and no one cannot be a master.
This place seems like a decadent realm born from unrestrained desires.
Herbert only watched for a moment before averting his eyes, shaking his head slightly.
"No, it’s the domain of a Divine Spirit; the influence over here is already very obvious."
Though the Dark Elf city-states are evil, they still maintain basic order.
They will spread slaughter and death in others’ lands, but will never allow such madness and chaos in their own city.
This is very clear.
But now, not only is no one stopping it, there’s even active participation?
Without anyone’s reminder, Herbert already knew... something significant had gone wrong here.
"Everything here makes me feel sick." Eliza clearly didn’t like the place, huffing disdainfully.
However, while she expressed strong aversion, her eyes still sneaked peeks at those being mistreated, a trace of curiosity flickering underneath.
Why are their expressions so exaggerated? Is it really that pleasurable, or are they just deceiving?
Should I find a chance to try it... ahem.
Thinking like this, Eliza’s gaze inadvertently drifted toward Herbert before retracting swiftly to avoid his detection.
Whoosh—
"..."
Another glance.
Another look back.
"..."
Another peep.
Another turn away.
"...hehe."
...
Herbert noticed Eliza’s "extremely concealed" dark peeking but didn’t have the mind to tease her at this moment.
The situation had somewhat exceeded both his and Svanni’s expectations.
They had guessed that Stella might have controlled Malagas, even successfully turning this place into a fortress.
However, they hadn’t considered that she had already used her status as a Divine Favorer to influence the entire city!
Almost openly, rather than in secret.
"No, it’s not yet the worst-case scenario; the city’s people have been influenced for a long time." Svanni softly reassured.
As outsiders, they have not been affected by the domain, which is why they perceive something is wrong.
Meanwhile, others in the city adjusted to this atmosphere long ago, immersed in it, hence failing to notice the abnormalities.
"Let’s hope so."
Herbert noncommittally shook his head, asking, "Previously, there was no such thing as a [All-Spirit Festival], right?"
"No, I’ve never heard of such a festival." Svanni silently shook her head, her gaze distant towards the towering city-center, where the City Lord resides.
The Dark Elf, with the semblance of "Vilamay," squinted her eyes, a complex emotion flashing through them.
At this moment, Herbert didn’t notice her minute details and instead clicked his tongue, muttering softly, "Then this festival likely pertains to rituals to please the Evil God."
Squinting his eyes, his Paladin instincts kept emitting top-tier warnings.
"Let’s count, Evil God’s Favorer, a grand ceremony, offerings, living creatures... wow, it’s all there."
The object to be pleased, the pleasing ritual, offerings, the benefactors of the ritual—all necessary elements accounted for.
"Phew... I’m afraid we’ve stepped into a large-scale Evil God blood sacrifice."
"Haha!"
Herbert laughed.
Sure enough, one laughs when speechless.
They really came at such a timely moment. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
Arriving precisely during the ceremony; any later, and it would’ve been impossible to get in once the ritual was set.
Not only that, the three of them came voluntarily, practically walking into the lion’s den.
Isn’t this quite the delivery from afar...
Svanni’s emotions were somewhat somber, apologizing to Herbert in a deep tone, "Sorry, it’s my fault for not anticipating she’d go this insane."
What Stella has done almost equates to setting all that the Moore clan accumulated over the years ablaze.
Regardless of success, the secret of her being an Evil God’s Favorer will be exposed.
