The waves are engulfing the coastline turbulently, as if they are trying to swallow up the land resources belonging to humans bit by bit.
One kilometer away from the white buildings of the Holy See, several abandoned armored vehicles were parked in the grass.
Aslan sat in the back car with the thin boy in his arms. The two stared at each other in silence.
"Tang Rou, how long did it take for you to become such a big child?"
Tang Rou was wrapping black strips of cloth around her eyes, and frowned when she heard this, "This child's mother unfortunately died on the killing day, and she entrusted him to me."
It's okay if I don't say it, but the little boy will cry again when I say it.
Aslan touched the boy's head and said softly, "Don't worry, we are all good people."
After speaking, he pointed at Tang Rou and said, "Look at that taken advantage of. You all want to trick her into going home and kill her, but she is still willing to take care of you. Isn't she stupid?"
Tang Rou listened quietly and did not refute.
Instead, the little boy whispered, "I don't want to kill him."
"What's that for?"
"To God."
Aslan was startled and asked in a gentle voice, "Don't all of your people want to sacrifice to the gods and wear wedding dresses... Why do you still use foreigners to sacrifice?"
As he spoke, he thought of the brides he had seen in the church, dressed in white gauze and drunk with liquor and coca leaves.
The little boy shrank his neck and murmured in a low voice, "Those brides are offered to God, not sacrifices."
bride?
What kind of terrible feudal superstition is this?
Tang Rou touched her eyes.
Once again she was out of sight.
As a human being, if you forcibly use power that does not belong to humans, the price will be the death of a part of your body.
Tang Rou has already felt it.
Her eyes were damaged the last time she traveled back in time.
However, he quickly recovered with the help of Sea Rabbit, and his eyes improved after waking up with Yue at the beach.
This time, she clearly felt that not only her eyes were damaged, but her body had also become extremely tired.
The pain in my head from the temple is unbearable, and I will feel dizzy if I move even a little bit.
But at the same time, she is also repairing herself.
Tang Rou just wants to find Ollie now, and then return to Rakshasa Sea City to get Sea Rabbit back.
She missed him and wanted to bring him out of his desperate and strange dream.
The conversation between Atherland and the boy continues. Although the child doesn't know much, he has been living in this city. He has heard many things said by adults. Although he is confused in understanding them, he can still understand them when he paraphrases them.
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In the child's innocent words, Tang Rou and Atherland got goosebumps all over their bodies.
In addition to the Killing Day, the so-called Freedom Day, this city also has a custom every month, which is to offer sacrifices to the sea.
They firmly believe that there is a god in the ocean who can control everything. Human beings' desire to be strong has been engraved in DNA since ancient times.
To become a sacrifice, a man would have his limbs chopped off, while a woman would have a complete body and be thrown into the sea after being treated as a sacrifice.
But the difference is that once a man is chosen as a sacrifice, there is no chance of survival, while there is another way for women to say that as the bride of God, they are poured into liquor and coca leaves, put on a white wedding dress, and are
The temple was built into the sea.
If they pass strict selection and meet the requirements, they can be sacrificed to God as brides, and some of these brides will be washed back to the sea and come back alive.
Although those who came back alive spoke and acted crazy, the number was so small that they were almost non-existent.
Because it was too cruel and superstitious, Tang Rouzhong felt that this magical sacrificial act should have occurred hundreds or even thousands of years ago, rather than the modern civilization with highly advanced technology.
However, the little boy told them that this kind of sacrifice started about ten years ago.
In other words, this kind of religious sacrifice is indeed a new religion.
A new religion of incredible evil.
The second time, Tangrou and Aslan quietly sneaked to the central cathedral.
The people eating dirt in the cemetery nearby have disappeared, and the brides in the gorgeous church, wearing white wedding dresses and drunken with liquor and coca leaves, have also disappeared.
The entire church is empty and sacred. Only the sculpture standing tall in the deepest part still exists, covered by a thick white cloth.
That is the god they believe in.
Aslan's confused voice sounded, "Why do they cover up their idols?"
Do you not want to see Him, or do you dare not see Him?
If you are afraid of the God you believe in, why should you believe in Him?
Tang Rou held Aslan's hand and used her eyes to look at the statue in the center of the church.
Tall and majestic, the dim sunlight leaked from the dome and hit the white cloth, revealing an ominous halo.
Through the white cloth, you can vaguely see the ferocious and winding outline below.
What kind of god is this?
There was no one around, so Tang Rou walked over.
Atherland reached out and grabbed her, "Rou, what do you want to do?"
"I……"
Tang Rou walked over step by step.
She vaguely saw a hint of crystal dark green under the white cloth.
It was winding, beautiful, and strangely familiar to her.
As she approached, she stood under the huge sculpture, as small as a speck of dust.
"Who are you?"
Chenchen raised his hand and pinched a corner of the white cloth.
The sculpture was polished to be very smooth. She gently pulled the huge dust mask, and it slid down from the sculpture, shaking off the dust that was illuminated by the sun and turned into fine golden light, just like the end of an era.
However, what is exposed under the white robe is not a god, but countless curly mud and densely packed tentacles solidified into sculptures.
Tang Rou held Aslan's hand. The other person's eyes widened and he looked up at the huge oppressive statue.
incredible.
The whole body of the sculpture is made of a mixture of lustrous jade and silver, and every part has been polished extremely finely. You can even see the subtle and weird totem texture on the tentacles.
It can be seen that the craftsmen who created the sculptures had a pious heart to carve out the gods they believed in.
Tang Rou's hand unconsciously exerted force, clenching tighter and tighter. Aslan felt the pain and let out a soft cry.
After coming back to her senses and looking at Tang Rou with a calm expression, she finally couldn't help but say.
"Do you think their gods look familiar?"
Does it look familiar?
Tang Rou didn't answer.
This huge sculpture has no human face.
It's just a spread of densely packed gorgeous tentacles.
It is so tall that people need to look up. Because the distance is too close, the top of the statue seems to have pierced the dome and exposed outside the church.
However, these are just illusions. Just standing under a huge sculpture will give people a fear of macrophobia.
A kind of shock that makes people's scalp numb, and a sense of oppression that makes people panic and crazy.
Why is the sculpture dark green and why is it covered in white robes? Why is His appearance covered?
Why... is there a group of tentacles under the sculpture?
Alien worship?
Atherland hesitated to speak, wanting to say something.
Tang Rou interrupted her and shook her head slightly.
"Impossible, I brought Alphinaud out more than a month ago. It was the first time he left and the first time he saw the sea."
So the thing on the sculpture cannot be him.
Aslan's eyebrows furrowed into the character "Chuan".
She also felt that it was impossible for that stupid beauty to transform into an evil deity that had been worshiped for ten years in a closed city thousands of kilometers away.
But, it's so similar.
Especially, these weird and beautiful dark green tentacles.
Except for No. 17, she has never seen other alien creatures with such a form.