Bann has been living in Qiushang Town since the day it fell. As a priest, he worked hard to maintain the only church in the town. Some people persuaded him to leave this land of right and wrong, but he
But he couldn't bear to leave. Ben felt that because this place was plunged into darkness, he needed God's light even more.
Ben thought he could bring some hope to this town, but what happened in front of him was destroying his mind bit by bit.
All the doors and windows of the church were sealed, and it had not received any believers since a few days ago. In the church, all the chairs were overturned and piled into the corners, leaving a large area vacant.
Under the stained glass, under the gaze of the gods, several corpses were placed in the center. People in robes were bending over, drawing blood from the corpses, and drawing huge ritual patterns.
The blood on the ground, walls, windows, and even these people themselves outlined strange lines, distorting the entire space into a grotesque and grotesque appearance.
Ben's hands and feet were tied, and he huddled tremblingly in the corner. He witnessed with his own eyes the nuns and priests being dragged away one after another, and amidst screams and wails, they were disemboweled by these cultists.
They arranged the corpses around each other, holding hands, pulling out the bloody intestines from the abdominal cavity, and playing with them along the outlined lines.
Ben's face turned pale. He knew very well that his life was not due to the kindness of these cultists. He had seen this situation in the book. The cultists were arranging some kind of evil ritual. They kept him because
They need a living sacrifice so that the weirdos they serve can taste the freshest flesh and blood.
"God...if you really exist, why haven't you sent down the Holy Judgment?"
Ben had tears streaming down his face and prayed in a low voice.
The cultists seemed to have heard Ben's prayer, and they all laughed weirdly, like some kind of deformed birds, laughing loudly.
As the ritual array was gradually completed, the bloody and oppressive feeling in the church became more intense, and the air became gray and blurry, as if there was some invisible thing crawling in the air.
It is in another world, and now it has been summoned by the cultists, almost breaking through the shackles of the barrier and coming here.
Blood is seeping out of the walls. The ground, glass, and all materials stained by blood are seeping out blood in turn. Strong cognitive distortions affect Ben. He looks at the golden sculpture that sheds blood and tears. It is obviously his own body day and night.
Something to serve, but now he couldn't tell what it was.
Ben knew there was no hope.
There were sounds of footsteps, and someone walked out of the cellar. Ben turned his head hard and could barely see the person's appearance.
He was wearing a black robe and a white puppet mask on his face. In this bloody hell, the white on his face was so dazzling.
"So, delusional, our deal is done."
Another man walked out of the cellar and stretched out his hand to the delusional man. The delusional man hesitated, but still extended his hand.
The man looked at the existence in front of him carefully, and he tried to see any flaws, but the delusional man had his whole body tightly wrapped, even the outstretched palms were wearing gloves.
"Those alchemy equipment will play a big role, I hope you won't disappoint me." A cold voice sounded from under the mask.
"That's for sure. We will never stop fighting against the pagans from the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce. What's more, they also stole our sacred objects and actually want to sell them."
The man gritted his teeth and said that in the eyes of this crazy cultist, the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce, as merchants, was actually called a pagan. It seemed that these merchants also believed in something.
"Aren't you afraid? The Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce is under the protection of their gods." The delusional man was curious about the man's courage.
"But beneath our feet, the most powerful warrior chosen by our gods is also sleeping peacefully."
The man's voice was a little fanatical, and his eyes were scarlet.
"Oh? Is this your purpose?" The delusional man seemed to have noticed something.
"Do you know what's down here?"
Noticing the reaction of the delusional man, the man was a little surprised. The guy in front of him knew more than he thought, which made him a little more vigilant.
"It has nothing to do with me anyway. I just want to get what I want...and whether the information is true or false."
Delusions have no intention of getting involved in the disputes of these lunatics.
Hearing this, the man laughed loudly, and another cultist came over, carrying a suitcase.
The man took the suitcase and handed it to the delusional man.
"This is what you deserve, the blood of eternal life that I personally refined."
"Oh? It was actually refined by the Scarlet Bishop himself? That's really precious." There was a look of fear on his mouth, but the delusional man's tone was still cold, and there was no trace of awe.
"There is also the information you want." At the end of the transaction, Scarlet Bishop Latis' voice became deeper. "It's true. Those rumors are all true."
"The merchants found a fruit of fantasy and wanted to offer it to the great tyrant."
This short sentence set off huge waves in the delusional man's heart. Fortunately, the mask blocked all his expressions and not a single emotion was revealed.
Turning his head, the delusional man looked at the blood-stained church. The cultists had dragged Bane out from the corner and placed the general in the pile of corpses, preparing to perform the last rites.
"Do you want to see with your own eyes? How do we refine the eternal blood?" Latis asked.
"It's nothing more than calling the devil and then making a deal with him... or offering a sacrifice. It's meaningless."
The delusional man was not interested in this. He picked up his suitcase and prepared to leave. But when he reached the door, he stopped again and warned Latis.
"The Bureau of Order has reached into the Great Rift, and there are currently two field staff operating in the Great Rift."
"So what?" Latis didn't care.
"They are all debtors, and one of them has an extremely strong umbilical cord with the devil. In other words, the abnormal movements caused by you calling the devil will definitely attract his attention."
The delusional man pushed the door open and left, and the voice came back slowly, hitting Latis's eardrums.
"Maybe they are on their way here."
Latis frowned, and then ordered to the others.
"Hurry up and end the ceremony."
The other cultists nodded in affirmation and continued to speed up the arrangement. With a scream, the dagger penetrated Ben's palm and nailed him to the ground like a saint. No matter how much he cried out for mercy, he would not stop.
"Bailey, you are in charge here. I will inspect other rituals. We must refine enough eternal blood as soon as possible."
Latis gave another instruction to one of the cultists, and Bailey nodded, then took out the short knife from his waist and walked towards the ritual center, preparing to perform the final blood sacrifice.
Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner, and the air is filled with an increasingly strong smell of coagulation, as if a sea of blood is rushing.
Seeing this, Latis also opened the door and headed towards another ceremony location. As the door was closed, the entire church was sealed again.
In the design of virtual realms in alchemy, there are often such terms as closure and internal circulation. Each virtual realm itself is absolutely closed, and power circulates continuously in the virtual realm.
When these cultists smeared the walls and floors with blood, it was actually an alchemical matrix, an alchemical matrix that humans could not understand. It was the power of the devil. The traces of blood sealed the church into a strange virtual realm.
It called loudly.
Crazy murmurs echoed in Ben's ears, and his eyes widened. For a moment, Ben felt that he was out of the world of common sense, and the entire church was stripped into a crazy hell.
While gasping in pain, he saw it.
There was some kind of shadow crawling in the air, and it was slowly turning, until the next moment a dense and complex mirror appeared in front of his eyes, reflecting his figure into thousands of broken shapes.
This... this is not a mirror. No one could give Ben an answer, but he had the knowledge related to it in his mind so strangely. He understood that this was a huge, mosquito-like compound eye.
He is looking at himself.
"Fresh blood and fresh flesh!
Unbroken bones and intact brain!"
Bailey stepped forward, he said affectionately to the false compound eyes, and then raised the dagger in his hand.
Tears filled Ben's eyes. While Bailey was praying, he kept praying, praying to God to save him, but there was no response, no response at all.
Ben's firm belief began to waver and was full of cracks, but it didn't matter anymore, he was going to die.
"We dedicate all of this to you!"
Bailey sang, his expression extremely enthusiastic.
"great……"
He recited the forbidden name loudly, and the squirming, illusory compound eyes became more and more real, as if when Bailey called out His name, He would really come here.
But Bailey couldn't say anything.
The harsh shattering sound interrupted everyone's thoughts. Behind the blood-stained statue, the painted glass shattered into thousands of pieces. In an instant, the "sealing" of the church was broken, and the illusory compound eyes became blurred and almost disappeared.
Ben watched all this with helpless eyes, his figure reflected among the shards of glass, and it seemed as if God really responded to Ben and sent an angel with a flaming sword.
Bologo suddenly fell to the ground, and his terrifying appearance erupted. The surging fear instantly engulfed the nearest cultists, leaving them stagnant in place for a moment, unable to make any moves to fight back.
Immediately afterwards, Bologger pulled out the shotgun from his waist and opened fire on the nearest cultist. The heavy rain of bullets pressed them against the wall, leaving large blood stains and dense bullet holes.
Palmer, who was wearing a black hood, followed closely behind. The guy kept pulling the trigger and shouting excitedly.
"The Bureau of Order is on duty! If you don't want to die, get out of the way!"