The black altar was painted with bright red lines using pungent red paint.
The devout believers specially wore large, hooded robes and knelt on the ground respectfully, not letting God see their faces and not daring to face the statue of God directly.
This is an expression of reverence during sacrifice.
Thirteen ignorant girls, on the other hand, knelt down in front of the believers and the statues. Perhaps they had been manipulated, otherwise the panicked girls would not have been so well-behaved.
Amidst some irregular but extremely solemn prayers, the sacrifice to the sheep-faced devil has begun.
The previous appearance of the sheep-faced demon in Scrap Iron City was a big deal for the mysterious circles represented by foundations, mysterious organizations, wandering churches and other forces, but it was also a big deal for ordinary people.
No one can remain unmoved after witnessing the arrival of surreal power.
There are always people who will be the first to take the initiative. For example, when others are in awe, they begin to pray to the sheep-faced devil and make wishes to him.
While some ignorant people only know how to make a wish to the sheep-faced devil in time and space, the truly professional believers have already begun to study how to get a response from the other party.
There is also a sequence for worshiping gods.
The first batch of people who receive the response from the gods can always become the dependents of the gods.
Therefore, in Scrap Iron City, a city where the mysterious organization has almost been emptied out, the believers have also been emptied out and grown again.
In order to be the first to receive a response from the gods, these people have resolutely prepared second-level sacrifices, just like a gamble in fate.
They prayed devoutly to the statue of the goat-faced devil, feeling a little uneasy and apprehensive in their hearts.
After all, there are no relevant records of the new-born sheep-faced demons, nor the appearance of missionaries. They do not know the relevant formations, nor the corresponding runes, and there is no one to guide them.
The only way to exchange for the inspiration of the gods is through the barbaric method of upgrading the level of sacrifices.
However, things turned out to be smoother than they imagined. As the prayer progressed, strange power fluctuations were like a floating current, which vaguely touched everyone's spirit.
Thin murmurs appeared in my ears at some point, as if something bright red was whispering to me.
The believers became excited.
They succeeded, and through thirteen virgins, they succeeded in getting a response from the sheep-faced devil.
Although no one dared to look up at this time, they could all clearly sense that the stone statue in front of them, which was made of black rocks and carved with a sheep's face, already had a vivid atmosphere.
A certain mysterious gaze fell on their faces, which made their hearts tremble. They lowered their heads deeper, just waiting for the sheep-faced devil to truly come and enjoy the sacrifice.
More and more specific, closer and closer.
They can feel on an instinctive level that they are getting closer to the gods in their hearts.
"Tuk tuk..."
Then just when this feeling became more and more concrete, and he even felt that the spirit spirit had arrived beside him, there was a sudden knock on the door behind him.
The believers were stunned and their emotions were interrupted.
Why would someone knock on the door at the critical moment of the sacrifice?
Besides, in such a secret place, how could someone come to me at this time and knock on the door politely?
At this critical moment, they don't want to pay attention.
But the knocking on the door is getting louder and louder. Although it has a rhythm, the rhythm is accelerating.
At the end, the knock on the door suddenly made a "bang" sound, as if all the rhythms merged into one, creating a huge sound, and the cold wind poured into the back.
The door was kicked open.
These devout believers finally couldn't bear it anymore and turned around to look behind them.
When someone lifted it up, he still subconsciously made a slightly disrespectful gesture. He took a careful glance at the statue in front of him and found that the statue was still just a sculpture.
The feeling I had just now that the god had come to life seemed to be just an illusion.
At the secret door, a man wearing a black jacket walked in with a gentle and bright smile on his face.
He ignored the surprised and angry looks these people cast at him, and just walked straight into the hall, looking at everything in the room one by one as if with an attitude of appreciation.
"There are quite a few people!"
He smiled and said the first sentence.
Then, as if he had returned to his own home, he walked in front of everyone, looked at everything they had prepared for this grand sacrifice, and commented quietly: "But your sacrifice is very unprofessional."
"...First of all, I chose the wrong paint. This brand of paint is not bright enough or bright enough."
"I can only say that your decoration level is average. Can't you find a better decoration team next time and hire a designer?"
"..."
As he said that, he pulled up another red robe, looked at it, and shook his head, "It's too clean. It should have a fresher and more lively atmosphere."
"Candles, incense, and these incense are not acceptable..."
"..."
He particularly looked at the scented candles burning brightly on the table with disgust, and said, "Next time you can just use cigarettes instead. It's cheap and practical..."
“Of course, choose the Camel brand, it’s so powerful!”
"..."
"you……"
Finally, an old man who looked like he was offering sacrifices to the leader of the crowd couldn't help but interrupt the sudden man, and said in a cold voice, "Who are you?"
"Why did you break into our altar?"
"..."
"Um?"
The man in the jacket just walked to the back door, raised his hand to bolt the back door, and bent the iron door bolt directly.
Then he turned back with a smile: "Didn't you invite me here?"
When he said these words, the candles in the entire hall suddenly went out at the same time, and a cold wind swirled up from the room.
All the believers in red robes suddenly had illusions on their faces at this moment.
I don't know if it was due to dazzling eyes, but they actually saw the man's face changing constantly. It seemed that at a certain moment, he suddenly became very similar to the statue of the goat-faced devil.
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That gentle smile is still there.
However, he was pulling out a black gun from his waist, with a black muzzle, and slowly pointed it towards the believers present.
In the dizzying dark environment, the black muzzle of the gun kept magnifying in everyone's eyes.
"Thank you for your generous hospitality..."
On his gentle face, he gently uttered gentle words: "I will cleanse your souls and keep you away from sins."
"Promise to stay away from that..."
"..."
"call!"
The deafening sound of gunfire suddenly echoed in this narrow and cramped room.
The sounds of flesh exploding, panicked shouts, and someone's low-pitched laughter formed an interesting and impressive symphony.
It is difficult to guarantee anything else, but Wei Wei made sure that he was serious about this first sacrifice.
He responded very seriously.
Every bullet is not wasted seriously.
…
…
No one knows about this secret sacrifice in a secret environment, except the sacrificer and the devil himself.
But at the same time when the gunshots started to reverberate, in the scrap iron city, in what could almost be called the most high-end hotel suite, there was a cold and pious man wearing silver armor with a newly engraved fleur-de-lis pattern on it.
The woman was kneeling on the carpet in the hotel room, with candles lit every thirty centimeters around her, surrounding her.
She held a quill in her hand, and a piece of gold-rimmed note paper unfolded in front of her eyes.
From time to time, the tip of the quill was stuck into the veins on the back of his left hand, stained with red blood, and he wrote delicate handwriting on the note paper:
"Record of the First Scarlet Sacrifice."
"Sacrifice method: fraud"
"Sacrifice result: accepted"
"Scarlet Book
Qualitative analysis: killing, cruelty, strong desire to protect."
"Hazard level analysis..."
"..."
When she reached the last sentence, she stopped and looked up.
The old man with white hair was standing quietly at the door, with his hands crossed and held in front of his chest, like a standing mummy.
"No need to record it."
The old man opened his eyes, looked at the woman in silver armor, and said softly: "The record is too detailed, it will easily arouse his perception."
The woman nodded, placed the quill next to the note, and said softly: "Then when should we go to see him?"
"We can go to see him at any time, but the question depends on how we go."
The old man said softly: "Is it better to go there as a believer worshiping the new god, or as the Church of Order visiting the only Scarlet system transcendent in the world."
The woman paused slightly and did not answer, as if she didn't quite understand the difference.
"We are here to offer the scepter."
The old man sighed deeply and said, "But don't forget the three cores of scarlet: the throne, the scepter, and the Bible."
"The throne of God can only be found by himself, and the Scarlet Bible has actually always been in the hands of the Rose Sect. It is the origin and key of everything. We do not have the ability to find it."
"The only thing in our hands is the scepter."
"When we offer him the scepter, it is indeed possible to obtain his forgiveness and make us his devout ministers."
"But the key thing is how long he can survive."
"..."
The woman's expression seemed to be vaguely tangled and full of doubts.
The old man said softly: "Each generation of Scarlet truly grows up when it gathers these three cores."
"But the strange thing is that every generation of Scarlet will die when it has gathered these three cores and is the most powerful."
"So far, there have been no exceptions."
"..."
The woman's face suddenly became surprised, and she looked at the old man in disbelief. This was the first time that she had heard of such a thing.
"Do you really think that the most powerful Scarlet of the previous generation died under the joint siege of the Twelve Gods Church and Totem, and was sealed into the death knell of the gods?"
The old man's face showed some deep helplessness: "That's not the case."
"Scarlet always has a heavy fate and will always embark on the process of self-destruction again and again."
"This is the fundamental reason why believers cannot adapt."
"The Order's abandonment of Scarlet is not a sudden ambition or delusion of me, or people of our generation. We gave up Scarlet because, as our god, Scarlet has never been able to give us shelter. His cruelty and cruelty
Since then, just like this sacrifice, he can always kill those who believe in him without hesitation, without showing the slightest tolerance and mercy that God should have..."
"..."
The woman couldn't help but say, "Since you know, you still agreed to come to Scrap Iron City with me."
"Had to come."
The old man said solemnly: "Our god-making plan was exposed, and it was exposed by a new generation of scarlet newcomers. This determines our situation."
"Both the Totem and the Foundation wanted to take away the scepter, but because of his performance in Haicheng, the two parties chose to stand still and gave us this opportunity."
"We have to assume that this is actually his intention to give us an opportunity."
"Even in this sacrifice, we facilitated the sacrifice of these people, but how can we be sure that he did not deliberately allow us to facilitate this sacrifice and kill for us to see?"
"..."
The woman fell silent for a moment.
She had seen too many records about scarlet in the sect's scriptures, but they had nothing to do with the information she had seen so far.
The person in front of me is more like an ordinary transcendent...
...The only unusual thing is probably that he often makes himself feel that he is not mentally normal.
…But the nervous system and neurosis should
Should they be two different things?
Nowadays, the Sect of Order is in an unsustainable situation and may completely collapse at any time, so they can only come to Scrap Iron City and offer their scepter.
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"What we are facing now is the most difficult choice..."
The bishop saw her thoughts and explained in a low voice: "The focus is on the foundation. This is a product that has never appeared in the previous battles between Scarlet and the Twelve Gods."
"But the foundation is currently the most powerful."
"I believe that the current foundation is also confused in its planning. They should not have formulated the next action goals."
"After all, their usual battles with the Wandering Church have consumed too much of their strength."
"But if we hand the scepter over to him, the Foundation will probably be forced to make a decision, and it will be the most outrageous decision, which will affect the situation of the entire world."
"..."
"The Foundation has no transcendent beings beyond the seventh state."
The woman couldn't help but said: "In this case, how can they threaten Scarlet?"
"If it really didn't exist, the Wandering Church wouldn't be able to stay in the wilderness, and the agent wouldn't be able to stay dormant forever."
The bishop whispered the answer: "What's more, we all know that the secret weapon created by the Foundation using the power of scarlet has already taken shape."
"This generation of Scarlet handed over all Scarlet's secrets at the beginning and helped the foundation complete this weapon. Other forces are still speculating on what kind of power this weapon has, but I know that it is very
Terrifying, of course, it has not reached the most terrifying level, because this weapon is still missing the most core part of the weapon..."
"..."
At this point, he sighed softly: "What do you think the core component of the weapon is?"
"Scarlet scepter?"
The new Knight of Iris was really surprised.
She couldn't imagine what a machine with terrifying power would become if it got the scepter of God.
Some people are afraid of demons and believe in machines.
But there are also some people who are more afraid of those silent machines than demons.
"When we hand the scepter into his hands, the honeymoon period between the foundation and him will come to an end."
The bishop sighed softly and expressed his worries: "And we don't know yet whether he has the ability to compete with the foundation."
"Every generation of scarlet will destroy itself."
"But I don't want what we encounter to be the shortest-lived generation of Scarlet."
"..."
"..."
Wei Wei was in a great mood.
Especially when I saw the report in the newspaper in the morning about "a bloody massacre occurred in a secret house and thirteen innocent girls were rescued", I felt even better.
I was thinking about taking this newspaper home and framing it so that I could take it out and enjoy it when I have nothing to do.
I was in the newspaper again, and the reporter used more beautiful words to praise myself than the previous works of art I produced.
Before returning to the base, he checked his bank card balance and found that there was an extra two plus six zero hours. The sense of security was as substantial as having two hundred sausages placed in front of him.
Even while driving to the base, he couldn't help but chat with the head pendant.
But he found that the head pendant was sleepy and dazed, and he often belched wine, and his eyes couldn't help but look a little strange.
"After accepting that kid's sacrifice, I returned it..."
The head pendant squinted and looked a little distressed: "But I didn't expect that I returned his sense of taste and that aspect of his feelings. I also considered his request and left him with the feeling of drinking.
return."
"What do you think he did?"
"..."
Wei Wei couldn't help but be a little surprised: "Eat and drink a lot, and then find your loved ones to applaud?"
"No……"
The head pendant was a little angry: "He actually went to the bar, found twenty girls at once, and performed a whiskey swirl with them..."
"..."
As he spoke, his eyes turned red: "I cheated and deceived... No, I have become a forbidden demon for so many years. I have fulfilled many people's wishes and accepted many sacrifices..."
"But the real compensation was just this one time..."
"..."
"Alright alright……"
Wei Wei had no choice but to persuade him: "I will advise him not to drink so much next time we meet."
The head pendant and the wine were not very good, so he pestered Wei Wei relentlessly, "I have paid so much for you, are you going to be nicer to me in the future?"
"certainly……"
"Then your promise to let me become a missionary is still true?"
"Forget it..."
"I don't believe you, you established a written document..."
"...."
After soothing him for a long time, the drunken head pendant finally fell asleep, and Wei Wei couldn't help but feel a little headache.
I really have to persuade Ye Qin in the future that the habit of drinking early morning wine is not a good one.
Of course, he didn't know that it was his own knowledge that affected his understanding. He didn't drink the morning wine, he just drank the morning wine.
Not being in a bad mood, I walked briskly into the base. I saw that there were so many people today. Brother Piggy had already put on a white apron and moved a few big and shiny pig knuckles to the table.
They were divided, but facing such a sumptuous breakfast, Uncle Qiang, Brother Xiaolin, Sister Lky, Ye Feifei and others all frowned, looking like they could hardly swallow it.
"Since Uncle Yuan started delivering pork to the base diligently, the people in the team have indeed become a bit picky..."
Wei Wei sighed and sat down in front of the table excitedly, waiting for Brother Piggy to put the fattest piece in front of him, and at the same time prepared to greet the people in the team with a bright smile.
But before he could speak, everyone gave him a "boo" sound. Wei Wei understood and looked towards the office, where he heard Captain Ouyang's very angry quarrel coming from inside:
"Yes, I went to Haicheng with Noah, how was it?"
"That's right, I've been chatting with it every day recently!"
"...It's just a ship. Are you so jealous?"
"Chiyu, please explain to me clearly, what species do you have to be wary of?"
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"..."
"Incomprehensible, incomprehensible."
Captain Ouyang walked out of the office angrily after a long time, and sat down in front of the dining table with a heavy face.
"She won't help?"
The crowd all lowered their heads carefully while eating their breakfast. Only Brother Xiao Lin asked tentatively.
"It's not that I won't help, it's that I can't help."
Captain Ouyang snorted and said: "I know her too well. Once it goes beyond her ability, she will deliberately find trouble and avoid talking about this topic."
"Even the upper totem of the knowledge demon system is powerless"
Everyone was suddenly a little surprised: "Then what level of ability can I communicate with Mang Mang at this time?"
Only then did Wei Wei understand that they were considering the issue of the team member who was brought back. He had seen Captain Ouyang and others bring out the girl in the fish tank from the black abyss, and then he went to work with confidence.
However, I didn't expect that the person had been brought back, but the captain and the others didn't seem to have found a way to communicate with the girl.
"Mang Mang is currently between life and death, and his form is extremely fragile."
Captain Ouyang shook his head tiredly and sighed: "The only hope of reaching communication with her is at the spiritual level."
"The ones who are best at this field are knowledge demons, but they must be high-level knowledge demons to be able to communicate with her without hurting her."
"Although stupidity is the superior totem of the knowledge demon, she is a product of degeneration. Communication with the vastness can easily pollute her thoughts."
"..."
"We need the power of a high-level knowledge demon, and we need to ensure that her thoughts are not polluted..."
Sister Iky couldn't help but frowned: "Doesn't that mean that we have to find the agent of the knowledge demon to be able to communicate with her?"
Everyone fell silent for a moment: "How can you find such a person?"
"Can it be done as long as it is a high-level demonic power of knowledge and it must be a human being?"
Wei Wei, who had been concentrating on dealing with the pig knuckles, couldn't help but feel moved when he heard this.
"you know?"
Everyone at the table turned to look at him at the same time.
"There is such a one."
Wei Wei swallowed the elbow meat in his mouth with all his strength, but his expression was somewhat troubled.
"who is it?"
But after hearing his words, the team members became excited, and Captain Ouyang hurriedly grabbed Wei Wei's hand.
"this……"
Wei Wei could only say it with some embarrassment: "Ex-girlfriend..."
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