Chapter 1534

Chapter 1534:

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“You have a great imagination,” the chief replied. His face had faltered for a moment, but he quickly concealed his discomfort. I have sneered. “Do you think Emerie would believe your word more than her own judgment? “She knows her age better than you do.”

The chief was not worried about Roscoe exposing the truth, he was confident that after years of indoctrination, Emerie was convinced of the path to immortality.

“I don't need her to believe me,” Roscoe countered. “A simple bone density test at any hospital will reveal your true age and your disappointment.”

“Hahaha…” The boss let out a manic laugh. “Take Emerie to a hospital? Honey, you have to get out of here alive first!”

Although the boss looked heavenly and ethereal, especially with his human skin mask that gave her an immortal facade, the signs of age were evident up close, the wrinkles on her neck and dark spots barely concealed.

Despite these obvious signs of age, few dared to scrutinize the chief, and even Emerie avoided direct eye contact. In his clan, hierarchical boundaries were strictly maintained.

The boss's cape fluttered as she declared her immortality, “Today was going to be my day of rejuvenation, if you hadn't interfered. But it doesn't matter. Do you think she can really escape? Our witches are everywhere. She will soon be captured and I will complete the ritual. Then, in hell, you will see my immortality for yourself.”

The boss's laughter, amplified by the swirling smoke, reached Nicole's ears clearly.

Suddenly the chief ordered, “Bring the sacrifice to the stage!”

With a dramatic flick of their sleeves, four masked women stepped forward and hoisted Roscoe up the aisle.

As the four women carried Roscoe up to the altar, they placed him in the center of the lotus platform, securing his limbs to the four corners in a configuration resembling a cross.

With solemn reverence, the chief began the ritual, her voice ringing with authority as she intoned, “Today, our witch clan will witness the purification of a soul. The essence of this individual has been tainted by malevolent spirits, but through the grace of our Spirit, his heart and soul will be cleansed.

For the sake of humanity, our Spirit will expend its divine essence to ensure that peace prevails. May this ritual usher in an era of tranquility and perpetuate the eternal presence of our Spirit.

In unison, the witches gathered below echoed the chief's words, raising their voices in a fervent chant. "Peace to the world, Eternal Spirit! Peace to the world, Eternal Spirit! Peace to the world, Eternal Spirit."

The collective resonance of their voices emerged like a tidal wave.

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