Sophie looked at the strange flame. She waited patiently. The sharp blade had already been roasted to see the orange light.

She waited patiently for her prey to come to the door automatically. Then Sophie saw a fire on the ground, slowly coming, burning the ground in front of her.

... Davina's power has been out of control to the point of spontaneous combustion. Anything close to her will be burned. Except marcel, she uses the last shred of reason to control herself!

Marcel holds Davina. After their steps, layers of flames are enchanting. That is, the power of fire is burning. A little bit, Davina will go to the last step of hell.

Marcel gently put Davina in the middle of the altar. Sophie walked over. Davina took a few steps forward and looked at each other. She smiled. Some holy knives were roasted on Davina's neck. Sophie smiled at her mysteriously, "honey, do you believe in the harvest sacrifice?"

"Believe it."

Davina closed her eyes, she chose to nod, she chose to sacrifice, and everyone couldn't bear not to open their eyes. Only Sabin looked at her. The corners of her mouth were hooked, her eyebrows were deep and shallow, and her eyes seemed to float past satisfaction.

Sophie's hand was very calm. It seemed that all her previous days were for this moment. She looked at Davina firmly, and her men cut Davina's throat.

Come on, she has to seal her throat!

Davina's blood splashed out, her snow-white dress finally dyed red, and fell slowly. Marcel stepped over and hugged her body.

Blood, shed a demon red all over the ground.

Davina's light lingered, and the power began to run around blankly. Then, with a general clue, they seemed to hear the call and began to return to the earth one by one.

Marcel's eyes turned red, Sophie came over, she took Davina, and then arranged the four victims in the order of sacrifice.