Relying on vibration sensing, Lin An quickly traveled inside the base.
The entire interior used for living is built into the mountain, and the overall structure seems to be an I-shape.
"Sacred Code Room"
"purification place"
“Festival Hall”
Standing at the crossroads, Lin An glanced briefly and hesitated.
Where to go?
With his style, he basically doesn't consider staying late for too long. In fact, he plans to directly press for information after catching a few high-level officials.
Among the information he received, only a few people at the top had actually seen [God].
And it is different from the imagined "cannibalism". The way this cult eats people seems to be to process people.
Therefore, except for those high-level officials, the rest of the believers had no chance to contact the Corpse Emperor.
While hesitating, low-pitched prayers suddenly came from the passage on the far right. After listening carefully, Lin An decided to take Zhang Tie there after a while.
This direction is the festival hall.
Is someone holding a ceremony now?
Inside the hollowed-out mountain, in a wide square like a domed church, hundreds of prostrate humans chanted in low voices.
On the front stage, two burly men were holding a seven or eight-year-old child, and they kept saying something.
On both sides of the altar, huge white candles burned brightly, and the figures projected on the stone wall swayed with the candlelight.
The sound of low chanting echoed intermittently.
At the very end is a huge statue of a god.
The statue of the god carved from marble looks like a sitting giant. He is wearing a white robe. The left face is a human face with a kind smile, and the right face is a zombie with rotting teeth and exposed gums. The combination of the two actually looks like a
A strange sense of sacredness.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
On the altar, the boy with his tongue cut off and a ball of cloth stuffed in his mouth struggled desperately. There was no color on his young face, as if he knew his next fate.
He kept twisting his body and tears couldn't stop flowing.
However, it makes no sense.
Those slender arms were like chopsticks in the strong man's hands. No matter how hard he struggled, it was to no avail. He couldn't move them at all.
The seven or eight children in the audience who were also controlled were now also under the control of a group of believers, looking at him on the stage in horror.
"By the grace of our Lord"
"Cleansing sins and drawing out evil spirits"
During the prayer, a priest in black robes held a knife inlaid with gems and slowly walked behind the boy.
"Hold him down!"
With cold eyes, this man who looked to be almost middle-aged skillfully pointed the blade at the back of the boy's head. In his eyes, there seemed to be no mercy or intolerance, as if what he was dealing with was not a human being, not a child, but a piece of meat.
Meat should be cut.
The blade of the knife passed by, and the sharp tip was like a scalpel, easily cutting open the boy's scalp.
Like art, the middle-aged priest held the handle of the knife steadily and cut the scalp inch by inch. Looking at the fine blood drops that kept emerging, his eyes couldn't help but be filled with an obsession with pleasure.
sweet blood
First the head, then the forehead.
"Woo!! Woo!!!"
The cold blade and strong pain stimulated the nerves. However, the seven or eight-year-old boy's eyes widened in excitement and fear. His eyeballs popped out. Unable to resist, he could only watch the scalpel cut open his scalp and then his nose.
, the priest who controlled the scalpel seemed to want to peel his whole body alive!
The skin and flesh on his face opened to both sides like a stretched and broken tape, revealing bright red muscle tissue.
Not to mention children, even adults with strong minds will collapse under such torture.
After a while.
The blade passed through the most fragile lips. The delicate lips were like a piece of jelly, easily cut into four halves. As the blade continued to cut down, it reached the throat.
"tick-tick"
The blood beads gushing out from the wound quickly formed a blood line and happily fell into the iron basin under the boy.
Within a few seconds, the boy's entire body seemed to be separated by a thin line of blood, starting from the top of his head.
Under the extreme pain and great fear, the boy's sanity had been destroyed. Under the body's self-protection instinct, he was frightened and generally stopped struggling.
Although the wound was deep, it did not kill him. In this festival, he was like a lamb, and the wound was just to make himself more delicious.
After the cutting was completed, the middle-aged priest looked at his technique with satisfaction. After his whole body shivered as if released, he slowly leaned down, dipped a little of the cut wound with his fingertips, and tasted it carefully.
Just a few seconds later, the soft smile on his face froze.
No, it doesn’t taste like this!
Damn it! This lamb has no flavor!
Standing up, he shouted angrily:
"Not enough! His fear is not enough! Dirty blood!"
His face turned red with anger, as if he didn't get satisfactory results.
Looking angrily at the child who was caught in front of him, the middle-aged man gasped and waved directly:
"Crush his hands! I need more fear!"
As often happens, a few believers in the audience walked out and pulled out a meat grinder from the side.
At the meat outlet of the machine that was covered in blood, there were lumps of shapeless rotten meat stuck to it.
"Buzz"
When the power is turned on, the continuously rotating spiral blade makes a clicking sound.
With dull expressions, after receiving the priest's order, the two strong men dragged the child to the machine and directly inserted the little hand into the blender.
First he was frightened and then numb, but when the pain that penetrated the bone marrow came from his arm, the frightened boy realized that his left hand had been twisted into a puddle of flesh by the machine! Looking inside the machine
With his half-shapeless arm, he couldn't help but scream.
The believers in the audience all raised their heads, their eyes showing excitement.
The priest's face softened slightly after looking at the blood that seeped out again, and then he leaned down to taste it again.
After a few seconds, a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.
"God will like it."
Just as he was waving his hand and preparing to continue, the half-opened door outside the sacrificial hall was suddenly kicked open with huge force and fired like a cannonball.
"I'll fuck your mother!!"
In an instant, the middle-aged priest, who had just recovered, saw a burly man roar angrily, and hit his head directly with his big right fist.