On the black gateway, the directories labeled encrypted in thick letters were ignored by Bai Zhu. The mouse moved all the way down and finally stopped at the floating window in the corner.
That's a video.
A grand mutual eating ceremony.
On the vast semi-oval altar, two groups of naked people were worshiping in the choir, like hungry hyenas frantically eating each other, flesh and blood flying... There was no scream, no roar, as the soft skin was cut open,
While exposing the fresh fat and internal organs, both the eater and the eaten tried their best to maintain maximum silence. Only low sobs and inhalations occasionally came out, but they were suppressed by the louder sounds of worship.
Bai Zhu turned off the volume and maximized the floating page.
As the progress bar scrolls, another picture has changed in the middle of the video.
The choir members appeared.
Each of them wore thick robes stitched with thick threads, with collars raised high to cover half of their faces. Their expressions were blurry and their eyes were as red as coals in a pyre.
This group of people who were priests, butchers or musicians gathered around. They were still chanting liturgical hymns loudly, but their hands took out needles and twine from under their robes and joined in the end of the mutual eating ceremony.
The chaotic sound of swallowing flesh and blood gradually decreased until it disappeared.
The incomplete limbs were sewn together, and the limbs and organs were pieced together and reorganized into grotesque shapes... Half of the choir members were working in this way, while the other half silently processed the blood that had flowed out, using magic to re-energize them and make them flow back.
"Praise my Father, praise my Father, O Lord Almighty, I sing joyfully to you every morning."
Gazing at the deformed creation sewn into a skull shape...
After a long time, the powerful tenor in the video took the lead in trembling and picking up the first note, and everything that was still alive began to sing.
"The throne lasts forever, and the wisdom is great and boundless.
Perfect and holy, it urges people to return to happiness.
Praise, praise, my almighty Lord, you lower your feet from the clouds.
The devout lamb is waiting for your dew on the mountain.
Praise, praise, my almighty Lord..."
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Candlelight as high as a mountain or as an ocean illuminated the grand ceiling and murals. Hundreds of candle holders were lit in the darkness. Countless priests came out of the corners and surrounded the central altar, crawling like snakes.
They danced with the choir, bowed their heads towards the bloated and deformed dead thing, revealing the ferocious horn-like tattoos under their necks...
Mouse click.
The screen pauses at this moment.
Bai Zhu stared at the paused screen - the giant eye tattoos exposed under the necks of the priests and choir members, and gently rubbed his palms.
The slate-gray tattoos and eyelids are tightly connected, and a turbulent and violent aura rushes towards his face across the screen, with the strong smell of blood and the stench of seabed mud, dark and evil.
"It turns out it's you..."
He leaned back in his chair.
At this time, the running programs were forcibly closed one by one, and a series of garbled codes poured out from the originally smooth page. The intruder on the other side of the network relied on powerful computing power to finally launch a powerful counterattack.
But it didn't matter. He had seen what he wanted.
Bai Zhu logged out of all gateways, cleared the browsing traces, and turned off the computer.
From the beginning, what he cared about was not the forbidden knowledge that was encrypted in the gateway. He just wanted to know where he was sent.
Got this clear.
Only then, under the supervision of the [Network], can he rationally use everything in this world and start acting without being noticed...
"The engraved mark of a Fermor protoss." Bai Zhu recalled the giant eye tattoos on the backs of the priests' necks: "If there is no accident, this...should be the descendant of the Celtic world?"
The Fermor Protoss, or the Deep Sea Giants.
Before the rise of the Danu Protoss, the entire Celtic world, whether it was humans, fairies, monsters, elves, druids...
All life in the sky, earth, and seas were once under the rule of the Fermor gods.
Each of them is a giant with infinite strength, a born evil god. Even a newborn baby can easily manipulate the stars and make the sun and weather revolve around their belts... This kind of power makes the Titans of the Greek world
They were also surprised and admired that the two protoss had competed and fought with each other countless times, and even formed a close alliance in the long past.
With only violence and force, the Fermor Protoss living in the deep sea ruled the Celtic world for countless histories, making everything in nature succumb to them. Until the rise of the newly born Danur Protoss, during the two protoss wars
After winning a brilliant victory, the Fermor Protoss gradually disappeared.
During those two wars between the gods.
Using the rainbow and the Milky Way as a sling, he bombarded the five-star [Brionak] to kill Luger, the God of Light, the giant king of the deep sea.
After receiving this honor, He successfully became the ruler of the Danu Clan and the King of Gods in the New World.
"There is actually a Fermor Protoss in this sub-body space-time, and it can still be worshiped normally... The Danu Protoss doesn't even care about this?" Bai Shu was silent.
After the defeat of the Second Protoss War, almost all the Formor Protoss suffered crazy blood revenge.
Half of them left the Celtic world and went to the hometown of the Titans to join their ancient close allies; the other half gradually disappeared and decreased in the revenge of the Danu Gods, and finally retreated to the few remaining ones.
In the [other world], he used the most humble attitude to seek peace from the Danu God Clan in exchange for survival.
"The mission is too difficult. The [Web Channel] is just here to stir things up. There are actually admirers of Fermor. This sub-body space-time is not like a low-energy world..."
Bai Zhu scratched his head in embarrassment. At this moment, there was a slight commotion and groaning not far from his feet.
D-class investigator Rayleigh Mausolus wakes up from a coma.
When he struggled to get up and groped around, he turned his head with difficulty.
