spat out each word as if it was filled with blood and Qi while staring blankly. Elijah sank into deep thought, these witches were even more terrifying than Claus.

"No!" Sophie desperately struggled. She used her last bit of strength and hoarsely begged, "Don't, don't .. Stop! Bastina, stop... Please, don't do this! "

Sophie's mouth was covered, his hands and feet were shackled, she could only use her eyes to beg them to let go of those girls.

The first girl's cold body fell to the ground. The Head Elder gestured to the next one, and the rest of the girls turned pale with fright, crying out as they resisted. However, they were surrounded by their own clansmen, all of them trying to push them into hell.

"No!" Davina cried out for her mother, her only family and support. "Please, no!"

However, no matter how Davina struggled and begged for help, no one paid attention to her. Sophie was already under their control.

Although he could vaguely guess some clues, Elijah never thought that this ceremony would be so cruel. He lowered his voice, and killing intent appeared in his eyes, as he spoke in an unbearable tone, "Does everyone participating in the ceremony know that they will kill you?"

Davina nodded in acknowledgement of their stupidity and naivety, "Yes, other than the four of us. They're not trying to get us to sleep. They're trying to kill us. "

Sophie and Davina's screams came one after another, but everyone present had their eyes covered and their ears covered, as though they wanted the ceremony to end soon.

Strength. Only when the ceremony ended would they be able to obtain strength. The strength that they desperately desired, they were willing to give up everything for power.

Their conscience had long since been devoured by the monsters. They only needed to pass down incomparably great powers.

"Don't... Stop... "No!" The second girl was also forced to cut her neck, causing Davina's gaze to shift sorrowfully to the girl beside her — — Monica, her best friend.

"Monica, I beg you, no .. "Don't go!" Monica was forced step by step onto the stage. Bastina's knife shook the blood trail as if it thirsted for it even more. Davina sank into a deep despair.

"The ceremony became increasingly quiet, highlighting the sharpness of Sophie and I. I started to ask the people around for help, but even my own mother ignored me, telling me to believe in the 'harvest sacrifice' is my honor .. Sophie screamed crazily, begging her sister or anyone else to do something .. "

Elijah became silent. No wonder Davina's personality had become so moody, her strength had become uncontrollable, the infection of her emotions was making him angry, it was too cruel. Those children were only sixteen years old, what did a sixteen year old girl know?

"But, Jane, do you believe that my mother and even everyone around her is indifferent? "Usually, we are as united as a family .."

There was a long silence.

Elijah finally opened his mouth and his clear and bright gentle voice broke Davina's despair, bringing his back to his senses, "Even so, you still survived.

The gloom on Davina's face started to crumble, and she seemed to see the light of hope. The girl nodded gently, and her slender neck formed a gentle and beautiful curve under the light.

Elijah did not agree with the witches' way of dying. Even if the real ceremony required sacrifice, couldn't he choose a more elegant and beautiful way of dying?

"Looks like someone saved you." Elijah thought that every story would require a hero, "Otherwise, you wouldn't have survived." Especially when the cute little witch was about to be killed, at the critical moment, there must have been some kind of mutation.

Davina admitted it, and the corner of her mouth finally began to loosen up, her breathing gradually returning to normal, "Yes, Maser finally came to save me."

Davina's fighting spirit was ignited, at that time, she shouted with all her might, resisting, and asking for help, "Monica, run! "Run!" Davina did not want to die, she wanted to live. Hence, she resisted, struggled, and even bit into a Witch's Warlock ruthlessly.

In the last moment, Maser rushed in like a soldier leading a group of subordinates. He had rushed in first to save Davina, but Monica was killed by another elder in the chaos.

The corner of his mouth was filled with red blood stains. He looked at Davina as if he was looking at a precious ore, expectant and friendly.

Lowering his head, Hero smiled at the brave little warrior. Even though his mouth was filled with blood, he was still unable to hide his self-confidence and powerful spirit. He protected Davina with one hand and commanded the entire group with the other.

Davina hid in Maser's embrace and looked at her best friend. Her throat was covered in blood, and waves after waves of blood gushed out.

Almost involuntarily, the light that originally scattered across the ground began to chase after Davina's figure, and entangled itself into Davina's palm bit by bit.

Under the guidance of an inexplicable power, Davina's hand stretched out, and her five fingers curled up into a strange posture. "Ahh!" A heart-wrenching pain exploded within Davina's body, she realised that something that did not belong to her was constantly being pulled in from all directions.

Sophie and Maser also watched this scene in a daze. Davina had become different, her appearance, her aura, and the powerful strength she had used to look down upon this group of people.

Not everyone was lying about the 'harvest sacrifice', Davina's strength only stated part of the truth.

Only, their powers had not been completely released, and they had temporarily favoured the cute little witch, Davina.

The harvest was only half done, yet her friends had all died. She was abandoned from her close friends and was facing death at any time, Davina did not know if this was a blessing or a curse for her.