Chapter 45 45·Sacrifice

After a while, another car came to pick them up.

Priest Wawen took the sacrificial servant next to him and got into the car directly.

The car drove to the outskirts of Monte City and finally entered a wealthy area where villas were gathered.

"Priest, where is this?"

"A place to witness our miracles."

The car stopped in front of one of the villas, and the servant looked very reserved after the two got out of the car.

He swallowed his saliva. Having been influenced by the culture of Okyum Cult, he looked a little unfamiliar standing in front of this mansion.

Only then did he look back at the driver, who was wearing a thick mask that almost covered the lower half of his face, with only his eyes exposed.

Priest Wawen nodded to the other party, and then walked inside with the sacrificial servant next to him.

No need to ring the doorbell.

After all, the thousands of faces are different flesh-and-blood incarnations of the Mother Goddess. The moment I met Cavendi, I knew it!

Cavendi raised his hand and waved it gently in the air, as if he was creating a painting in the air.

The miracles born under Azira's faith are the miracles of our Okyum Cult.

"Is he a priest?

Do you want to invite him to join the congregation? Priest Varwen."

They formed a circle around a wooden table, and now they all turned to look at the sacrificial servant who had just come down.

There is a special cocoon on it, as big as a fist, and the outside looks like a thin layer of skin that has been shaved off.

The low blood above began to become thicker, and the naked body of Cavendi's brother, Kasuo, on the ceiling actually grew fine red spots, like thousands of tiny red worms, emerging from his skin.

"I know you're still hungry, so enjoy your breakfast, even though it's a little late.

Finally let him go alone!"

Make the servant's scalp numb.

The priest shook his head in confusion and said, "I just think it's a little strange to have so many paintings hanging.

The sacrificial servant could only follow him down and wait until he came down the stairs and reached the end.

The space inside was quite spacious, and he suddenly discovered that there was not only Priest Wawen who had just come down from the basement.

The same should be true for Azira, but we in the Okyum Cult have no records and classics about this that have been handed down.

How pitiful it is, it just goes out to look for food at night. If Azila hadn't responded to him last night, Cavendi wouldn't have known about it.

This is the origin of the Okyum religion, which originated from the ancient Andunwa River Basin civilization.

Entering the living room, the decoration style is very simple, the furniture is a bit monotonous, there are sofas, dining tables, chairs, and a sheep felt carpet full of foreign style on the floor.

"Sacrifice for the great Azira!" Cavendi suddenly shouted loudly.

The people inside the house seemed to have known that someone would come, and deliberately opened the door, leaving a gap.

He could only stare at the ceiling above, as drops of blood fell from above, landing on the face and body of the priest.

It has taken thousands of years of development to reach its current scale.

Cavendi thought about the brother who died in the hands of the Holy Bishop and the Holy Son on the first night of his birth in the pond next to Witlow's house.

She even used an awl to drill a small hole in her belly, allowing the divine blood to flow out and flow down the sacred mountain of Okyum to form the Andunwa River, the largest river in the world!

All living beings are born from this Andunwa river, including human beings.

Finally he said: "I have no intention of introducing him to the club."

As a sacrificial servant of the Okyum Cult, you know that in our tradition, the greatest sincerity and the most perfect sacrifice to worship God...are us believers ourselves.

"Okay, let's pray first. Come on, come here." Cavendi called the sacrificial servant to come over. It's best to get closer.

"Then you can't arouse the president's interest!" Priest Wawen shook his head in disappointment. He continued to walk into a stairwell-style door inside, and turned around and said: "Come down with me!"

He kept a gentle and cheerful smile on his face, treating others like a spring breeze.

He walked over slowly, but his eyes were focused on the mysterious object covered with cloth on the square table.

"Can you appreciate the meaning?"

The mother of all spirits, the goddess of life and death, ‘Pymir’!

Legend has it that after the separation of heaven and earth, she was born on the Okeyum Mountain, which can reach the heaven directly. The Pimir Mother Goddess single-handedly gave birth to the gods on the Okeyum Mountain.

"Growing up again." Cavendi's eyes were bloodshot, which was completely opposite to his gentle side just now.

There are nearly a hundred finger-thick red blood vessels on the outermost edge extending outward, like a blood-red millipede, hanging steadily upside down on the top of the head.

Except for the sacrificial servants, everyone began to lower their heads and pray, but their prayers were so soft that even the sacrificial servants standing next to Cavendi could not hear clearly what Cavendi was reciting silently.

A naked man was lying flat on the ceiling.

The priest servant was a little dazed. He looked at these people wearing different masks, and there were only two people inside who were not wearing masks.

He is still alive, but he is definitely worse off than dead.

One is Priest Wawen, and the other is Priest Wawen’s friend who came to visit the temple last night.

Priest Wawen did not answer him directly, but looked at Cavendi aside and said: "When this kid just came here, he was looking at your paintings.

The people on the side looked at the scene in front of them with admiration. The body of the sacrifice instinctively trembled and shook in mid-air, and then it ended.

The sacrificial servants simply bowed their heads and prayed to the mother goddess enshrined by the Okyum Religion. The believers and priests of the Okyum Religion believe in the mother of all gods.

But there are many oil paintings hanging on the walls, and these oil paintings are of very high attainment. Although the servant doesn't know much about art, he intuitively thinks that these are very good works.

At this time, Priest Wawen had already walked down.

Apart from that there is nothing.

But on the floor is a painting whose main color is bright red and depicts patterns of flesh and blood.

Priest Wawen opened the door directly and went in. He did not greet the sacrificial servant, but walked in familiarly, as if he came here often.

One of the people here asked. They were all wearing very ordinary masks with no special features, just like plasterboard covering their faces.

Being a sacrifice does not mean dying, but returning to serve the Mother Goddess, and returning to the fusion of blood and flesh that gave birth."

The sacrificial servant on the ground had lost even the last bit of strength to move his head.

Priest Varwen didn't act like a visiting guest.

I just think some paintings are more beautiful."

The Mother Goddess Pimir then asked her eldest son to teach the newborn humans how to survive, how to herd, how to farm, and finally, how to sacrifice to the Mother Goddess Pimir who created them all.

A few drops of blood fell on his eyes, causing the servant to fall into the darkness of despair.

The priest hurriedly followed. This was the entrance to a basement. After walking in, there was a deep staircase going down.

Even if he is not one of the millions of flesh-and-blood incarnations of the Mother Goddess, he is definitely one of the many sons of God who has not been recorded!"

We will protect you well and you will not die early at the hands of that damned Son like another brother."

The sacrificial servant behind gritted his teeth and followed the priest.

Soon he felt sticky on his body, and he finally saw clearly the terrifying scene on the ceiling.

The whole person lay on his back on the ground.

There are more than ten people standing here.

But it's a pity that he doesn't understand the meaning at all, and neither do I... Hahaha, after all, this is art!"

The priest's eyes widened with nothing but fear and despair. He suddenly realized that the man above him was still alive. His eyes opened slightly just now, and then closed in pain.

Watching the sacrificial servants following him frequently look at the oil paintings on the wall, Priest Wawen suddenly asked.

The priest wanted to pray to Pimir, but was horrified to find that he could not make a sound or say a word when he opened his mouth.

Cavendi seemed to have a unique charm. He waved to the sacrificial servant, but the latter didn't appear as nervous as he had just arrived.

Then these people got closer and closer, bumping into each other like a group of hyenas waiting for their reward.

It just shows the outline of a face.

He continued to say to Cavendi: "This kid was unlucky and was caught directly by the Holy Son in St. Neil's Church.

Obviously the scene in front of him brought him great inspiration.

"The goddess Pimir of our Okyum Cult once gave birth to all the gods, and her true form has also transformed into many flesh-and-blood gods, fulfilling different responsibilities!

They raised their heads to look at the terrifying miracle. Priest Wawen even wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

At this time, he was just a fanatical believer.

Priest Wawen looked down at the frightened priest servant.

Moreover, this man's appearance is quite similar to that of the priest's friend.
To be continued...