The agent's commander heard the other party's distress message.

However, the scene they saw through the synchronized camera installed in the agent's eyes made it difficult for them to say what to say.

After a while, a commander calmed the agent and told him:

"Child, do you still remember the book An Actor's Self-cultivation?"

"The more critical the moment, the more you need to calm down and think about the good days when you complete the mission and return to your hometown. Are you full of motivation?"

"The fact that you can enter this underground cave shows that your identity has not been exposed. Just pretend that you are a devout believer in Lord Shiva."

"We have also arranged top experts here to provide you with voice assistance throughout the process."

"I……"

The agent lowered his head and knelt on the ground. Amidst the kowtows of the large group of believers around him, he replied: "I'm trying to be as calm as possible."

"Don't worry, you can definitely do it!"

"We guess that you will go back after completing the ceremony. After all, there are so many locals here, do they still want to be more popular than the people?"

The expert just comforted me a few times and was about to continue saying something.

The agent raised his head and saw that a priest took the lead and asked the believers to walk up to the statue one by one, cut their wrists with a stone knife and drip blood on the wide soles of the statue.

Every believer will donate about the amount of a small bowl of blood, and the small amount will add up to a large amount.

When it was almost the agent's turn, the agent had already noticed that the two soles of the statue's feet were already dark red, and the pungent smell of blood could be smelled even if it was more than ten meters away.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the agent always felt that the temperature around him was getting colder and colder.

In the dim sky, there seemed to be all kinds of evil monsters, looking at me with wide eyes!

"Hoo, ho!"

"It must be an illusion, I must calm down!"

"My little daughter is still waiting for me to teach her how to swim!"

"My eldest daughter's wedding is still waiting for me to attend!"

"I……"

In this tense environment, the agent kept thinking of beautiful things to prevent himself from losing control of his emotions. Finally, it was his turn.

The priest showed his mummy-like face, glanced at the agent, and handed the stone knife to him.

"For Lord Shiva!"

"May my blood be with you."

The agent imitated other believers, picked up a stone knife, cut his wrist, and then dripped it.

Only about ten seconds had passed, but the agent felt how subtle and accurate the idiom "days are like years" is.

The moment the agent's wrist was grabbed by the priest, a piece of mud with the scent of herbs was applied to his wound with a snap.

The agent was so relieved that he almost couldn't hold back a breath of hot air.

"I did it!"

"Yes, you did it. You are worthy of being our best agent in Citi!"

"Wait, what is that?"

Just when the agent crouched back to his original position, he was secretly glad that he had escaped this disaster.

A priest pushed a rickshaw and placed it in front of the statue of the worshiping god.

The car was filled with viscera still alive with blood!

Almost all the pigs, sheep, cattle and dogs were taken out and placed in the car and then fell to the ground, piled up into a small slope.

A feeling of nausea suddenly came to the agent's heart.

He wanted to divert his attention.

The commander on the line gave him a serious order to look over, thinking that this might involve important information!

However, there was quite a commotion among the believers around the agent.

Some believers' faces were flushed, and if there were no priests present, they might have stood up and gone crazy.

There is no way around it. The presence of a creature like a cow in the internal organs this time is really hard for many believers to accept.

You know, creatures like cows... have an extremely sacred status in the Shiva sect.

Other parts of the Parthian country may not care so much, and even treat Parthian beef as a specialty product and sell it all over the world.

But near the holy city of Agra, in this conservative base camp of the Shiva faith.

There is no doubt that every cow deserves their respect.

After the people in the intelligence department saw this, they became even more convinced that the current Shiva religion was actually stolen by the fallen.

If they were extraordinary people who were born and raised here, how could they make mistakes in such key details?

"O great Lord Shiva!"

"Your followers pray to you just because we have reached the most dangerous moment!"

"Wake up! Supreme and noble God!"

"Open your eyes, look at those hateful blasphemers, and then...judge them!"

The high priest walked up to the statue wearing a robe, opened his arms and loudly shouted the lines given by his predecessor.

After finishing speaking, the high priest, who had turned into a ghoul, raised his head nervously, waiting for a miracle to appear.

Buzz!

A few seconds later, suddenly, the entire underground cave began to shake.

The shaking became more and more intense, so that suddenly gravel would fall from the ceiling.

Immediately, the believers screamed and backed away, leaving the empty prayer hall.

The high priest glanced at the believers and did not stop them, nor was he afraid. Instead, he stared feverishly at the statue of Lord Shiva in front of him.

I am extremely looking forward to the appearance of the true god mentioned by the former high priest.

boom!

The cave shook more violently.

Huge boulders even broke and fell, knocking down the headlights.

Several mummy priests saw this and wanted to help the high priest retreat.

Unexpectedly, as those internal organs suddenly melted into mud and water, the ground where they were sitting suddenly cracked and sunk, causing them to scream and fall into the depths of the ground.

The high priest's body moved with such bliss that he climbed onto the top of the statue's head.

Then, there was a violent shaking.

The eighty-meter-tall Shiva statue actually started to move slowly after fine blood-colored lines reflected light all over its body!

"Hahaha! The God I was waiting for has come to life!"

The high priest laughed out loud with joy, and the sound echoed in the cave, getting louder and louder.

The agent who was hiding near the entrance and exit of the hall sat on the ground and whispered with the corner of his mouth twitching:

"Sir!"

"Something is wrong!"

"The statue as high as a hill that we just worshiped started to move!"

"I think it's best for me to retreat first and remain useful."

"..."

The officers and experts were already stunned by the scene on the screen.

That is a real statue of more than eighty meters high!

Ultraman in Sakura Land anime is only fifty meters tall!

Those Gundam robots and the like are more than ten or twenty meters tall.

The bronze Titan I encountered before was not more than fifteen meters tall.

After the eighty-meter-high statue moved.

This visual effect is really amazing!

Let them all fall into a brief aphasia.

When the agent received no response, he paused, turned around, and crawled toward the exit in a doggy style as fast as he could in his life.

And kept shouting to disturb the commander's voice in his ears.

It shows an extremely strong desire to survive.
To be continued...