Feiyali held a film camera and pretended to be a reporter who came to interview, mingling among the demonstrators and patiently waiting for the opportunity to come.
The surrounding protests were like a noisy tide, turning Saints Street into a world dominated by anger and blindness. Everyone here believed that they were defenders of the faith and had unwavering qualifications, but
Their heartfelt enthusiasm only made Fiyali feel noisy.
Do they really know what they are pursuing?
Passionate words are the passport of a devout person?
It’s just self-comfort.
Faith is about people satisfying gods, not gods satisfying mortals.
To please, follow and worship is a kind of satisfaction, and abandoning oneself and following the crowd can also be considered as another form of satisfaction, because in the face of God's wisdom, people no longer need to think.
Fiyali retreated quietly, step by step to the edge of the crowd, with a huge shadow behind her. She silently looked at the surging crowd, looking at everyone with the same expression on their faces, pursuing
The same kind of satisfaction is as if there is only one god in the world. From this, I deeply realize that human nature is common, what to give up and what to pursue.
A blood-red mist floats up from the gaps between the stone bricks on the street, gradually spreading out, covering the entire street. In the blood mist, people's blood will boil, their heartbeat will speed up, and the hormones in the body that control anger will
It will continue to be secreted, prompting them to become more brutal and impulsive. The most amazing thing is that no one will notice this, because they all feel that their emotions are not dominated by others.
"How stupid."
The reporter said softly, but no one heard her.
They are still protesting, shouting slogans more and more noisily, waving signs more and more rudely, and their mood is becoming more manic without realizing it.
No one noticed the blood mist surrounding them. If they could be distracted a little, they might notice the changes in the street, but it is difficult to expect blind followers to stay rational.
A low and hoarse sound gradually came from the mist, like rusty armors rubbing against each other, or like a machine that had been scrapped for a long time and was restarting.
Fiyali saw blurry figures one after another, their breaths were cold, and their scarlet eyes were filled with irresolvable resentment, as if the army that had fought with the God of Death had returned tenaciously from the ancient hell.
Vowing to take revenge on those who abandoned them.
In the past, that person might have been Marshal Napoleon who rode on the Zoroastrian Kingdom. He was a hero who saved the country and was admired by thousands of people. Some people also said that he was the biggest butcher in human history. It was that person who mercilessly treated these people.
The undead wielded the butcher's knife, creating the "Sad City" Linweil that cries day and night.
But today, thousands of years later, that man has long since turned into ashes and dispersed, and only hatred will remain forever. Therefore, in this land that he saved, all living creatures will replace him and become the victims of vengeance.
Object.
An undead walked towards the crowd and overlapped with one of the figures without any hindrance. The anger and manic emotions stimulated by the blood mist are the best neutralizing agent for these undead, helping them to survive.
Effortlessly, he controlled the body of the living and returned to this cold world.
The man possessed by the undead was shouting slogans feverishly, but suddenly stopped suddenly, and his expression became dull. A bleak cold wind spread out around him, making the people next to him shiver.
, I thought for a moment that I had crossed over the cold moon and entered the vast snowy moon.
He raised his head stiffly and fixed his gaze on the person closest to him. Flames of hatred and resentment suddenly burst out from his scarlet-stained eyes, as if they were burning. The next moment, he rushed forward and pressed the person down.
He fell to the ground, and without waiting for the opponent to react, he stretched out his fist and smashed it down with a force that would be absolutely difficult for normal humans to resist.
"Poof!"
There was a muffled sound, and the opponent barely resisted and fell unconscious on the street. Some people around him noticed this crazy move and screamed. The crowd immediately dispersed outward, leaving a circle with the attacker as the center. What’s interesting is that these people had no intention of fleeing the scene or stepping forward to stop it. Instead, they silently watched this brutal atrocity with the mentality that it had nothing to do with them, watching the attacker’s fists hit the ground again and again.
He touched the other person's face, and he kept making groaning sounds. Someone had an excited expression on his face.
People in this country are originally so fond of disputes, or in other words, they have violent blood flowing in their bodies.
Bang!
Bang!
The victim's breath gradually weakened, his face was almost inhuman shape after being smashed, and the attacker's fist was also bloody. However, he was completely unaware of it, and the flames of hatred and resentment were still burning in his eyes.
He simply does not look like a living person, but an undead returning for revenge.
Someone finally noticed something was wrong, but it was too late. More and more undead souls returned to the world from the blood-red mist, took the bodies of the living, and began atrocities of revenge, bringing blood, pain and fear.
The whole scene suddenly became extremely chaotic, with screams of terror and wailing after being attacked everywhere. Some people wanted to escape, and some tried to resist, but the power of the undead was far beyond what ordinary people could resist, and their resentment began thousands of years ago.
It brewed and finally became the most violent eruption in the city, like the awakening of a volcano.
Feiyali stood in the shadows, holding her film camera, watching this scene silently, and whispered:
"This is a trial."
Trials given by God to man.
"Only those who overcome the trial can prove their strength."
Shedding all the blood that should be shed, suffering all the sufferings that should be endured, and then gaining God’s expectation, ascending to the great kingdom of heaven, and enjoying the fragrance of feasting.
She slowly raised her head and looked at the gloomy sky, her lips opening and closing silently: "The great Lord of Heaven."
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"When the Blood Moon falls from the sky."
"I sincerely request you to join us in this bright red feast!"
The moment the words fell, the sky turned completely dark, everything was shrouded in the blinding darkness, and even the light was swallowed up.
Anger, hatred, resentment, fear, regret, numbness... Negative emotions are like the cold wave of winter, which is released without reservation at this time. They rise upward, converge towards the center of darkness, and finally outline a round of
The blood-red full moon hangs high in the sky, lonely and deserted, but it has become the only source of light at this time.
In the blood moon, a huge arm gradually emerged.
It is like the hand of a giant used to support the heaven and earth in ancient times. It is so big that it can hold the entire city of Linwell in its palm and become a humble plaything. The surface of the arm is covered with fine black scales. From the gaps in the scales, there are
Filthy pus and blood continued to flow out, falling from the sky like a waterfall, and a scarlet rain of blood began.
The moment the giant's arm protruded from the blood moon, the terrifying pressure came instantly, and the strong wind roared. The souls of mortals were oppressed, making it difficult to breathe, and they felt that death was close at hand, so close.
The blood-red god, the lord of feasting, and the feaster of heaven, was driven by the sacrificial ritual and finally descended here.
Feiyali held her breath subconsciously, not daring to make any loud noises for fear of disturbing the great will.
The plan succeeded.
Similar thoughts flashed through her mind subconsciously.
Because.
No one can disobey the power of God.
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People who have the same idea as Fiyali include Verol who is fighting hard in the underground ruins.
Even though he was hundreds of meters underground, he could still feel the terrifying pressure of the gods coming. Facing the offensive of the Magic Knights, Verol, who was gradually stretched, had a surprise flash in his eyes after the blood in his body began to boil.
Look.
"You can't stop it!"
He dodged another round of volleys from the magic rifle and bared his ferocious fangs at the lackeys of these religious sects: "The will of the Lord of Heaven has arrived, and He will bring endless pleasure to this place. Only flow can
Only those who have shed blood and suffered so much can be qualified to sit at the table. But you are uninvited outsiders, doomed to become ashes under the blood and wine, be rejected by God, and overturn eternal pain and regret!!!
”
Although he was scarred and embarrassed, he behaved like a winner.
Maybe it’s because I see hope of living and feel that God will save His believers from suffering.
"Really?"
Lestrade said coldly: "He came just in time."
The next moment, he took out a walkie-talkie-like device from the pocket of his windbreaker and ordered to the other side: "The target has appeared."