Chapter 841 Mass

"Wow~" The howling waves hit the wharf of the God's Landing heavily, the God's Landing, a magical place that is located on the bottom of the sea but is avoided by the ocean.

As the base camp of the Fortan religion, it seemed that it had been blessed by something and had been calm for many years, but now it has changed, the surrounding sea water has begun to come alive, and the waves seem to be angry because of the scene on the island at this time.

"Da," a drop of blackened corpse water slowly fell from the air, dripping onto the face of an old man with an octopus tattoo on his face below.

The turbid and yellow eyeballs slowly lifted up, looking at the steel cross standing above the crowd, a rotten humanoid octopus monster was hanging on it, and the rotten and round eyeballs were full of unwillingness.

The closer his appearance is to the gods, the more the gods of Futan accept him. As long as the members who have received the initiation ceremony are not ordinary in the Futan religion.

But the once respected adults hang on the shelf like a broken sack,

The old man's eyes slowly moved to the right, more and more crosses appeared in front of him, and the whole god descended into a forest of death.

Under the "leaves" and "branches" curled up groups of desperate looking humans. They were ragged and emaciated, and many of them had minor or serious injuries.

They squeezed each other, filling the entire God's Landing to the brim. But even so, there were still people waving whips at the pier, driving other islanders to the island.

The old man knew where these people came from. They were all islanders from other islands in the East China Sea. Their appearance proved that the pagans had completely occupied the territory of the holy religion.

Gradually new emotions appeared on the dull old man's face, and he prostrated himself tremblingly on the ground, howling in despair.

A man next to him with severed limbs heard the old man's dry howling, opened his mouth and began to recite the prayers taught by Fortan.

"I pray for the blood of the Almighty to cleanse me of all my original sins. I wish Fortan Savituo to be the savior of my life. Please give me the confidence to look up and seek you."

The man's voice was low because of his injury and weakness, but soon other people around him began to echo him.

Men's voices, women's voices, children's voices, old people's voices, and prayers echoed with the surrounding waves, bringing life to the lifeless land of God's descent.

Just when they got carried away and shouted, a huge island in the sky slowly pressed down with the momentum of Mount Tai.

The prayers of the Fortan believers not only did not decrease, but became louder and louder, as if they wanted to use this prayer to force the opponent back, but this was impossible.

"Mass begins!" An extremely sharp voice easily pierced their prayers.

"Huhuhu~" The corpse hanging on the metal cross was instantly ignited by a fire, and the strong rancid smell in the air was quickly replaced by the burnt smell.

The flame that burns on the corpse is no ordinary flame, it casts no shadows of things as normal flames do, and the column of flame is full of saltpeter and a loathsome poisonous verdigris; though it burns violently, it emits no warmth, All that can be felt is the death and decay attached to it.

The corpses hanging on the rack did not burn for a long time before they were burned and fell from above, and the flames fell on the heads of the living people.

With their hair and skin on fire, they howled and tried to escape, but now that the island was full of people, they could escape no matter what.

After a short few minutes, the flames with new fuel grew stronger, and soon they turned into green pillars of flame.

At this moment, a monster with black-scaled tentacles slowly fell from the floating island to the center of God's Landing.

As the monster was suspended in mid-air, some scales on the tentacles gradually fell off. The bloody wound was slightly open, and some kind of language that made people feel sick instinctively came from inside.

Qomer Taytay, Qomer Taytay

Ama hina kaychu Yanapaykuway,

intiqa pakakuchian?a

Munay Maqt'aiki,

Kachay Cuerpo Rumi!

At first, only the monster chanted, but as the tentacles stretched around, the believers who were supposed to be chanting the Fortan prayer began to change. Their terrified eyes became lifeless, and their mouths loudly echoed the monster's words. spell.

The knowledgeable people on the island immediately sensed that this sound was not right, it was a sacrificial ceremony! No matter who the god was sacrificed to, it was definitely not their Ftan god.

They turned around and jumped into the dark sea around them, even if they drowned, they didn't want to sacrifice themselves to other gods.

But that kind of influence seemed to be contagious, and it didn't take long for the disgusting spell from the monster's mouth to spread to all the people, and everyone stood there like puppets and shouted.

As the sound grew louder, the green pillars of flame on the island gradually began to rise, and the pillars of flame began to connect with each other, and an extremely destructive green flower bloomed in the place where the gods descended.

In the next second, a green flame rose instantly, covering the entire island. The flame burned their skin, their flesh, and their bones, but they couldn't take away their lives.

Millions of skeletons danced crazily in the green flames, playing music by slapping their ribs with their hands, and at the same time they opened their white mandibles as if they were laughing or howling.

Something in the sea had landed on the island, but they couldn't see it. They could only tell from the black traces in the flames that it was some kind of one-legged existence.

"The Mass is completed~!" With the sharp silver whistle sounded from the floating island, the green flames of the whole island wrapped around the black-scaled monster in mid-air, and quickly burrowed into her body like a living thing.

The flames burned the flesh and blood on the tentacles fiercely, and the wounds on the tentacles made heart-piercing screams. The sound became louder and louder, thinking that the surrounding darkness continued to spread.

The next day, on the sunny Hope Island, in the lobby of the Governor's Mansion, Charles sat alone in the dark office, holding his head in his hands and tightly closing his eyes.

There were still some photos on the left side of the mahogany table, but Charles didn't look at them, as if he was preparing for something.

"Crackling" the door opened, and Anna walked in slowly with a smile on her face. "Hearing that you are looking for me? Did you miss me again not long after we separated?"

Charles still sat there with his eyes closed, without any reaction.

"Hey, what are you doing? I'm talking to you." Anna's hand touched Charles' face, and just when it was about to touch it, it stopped instantly.

She saw that Charles opened his eyes and looked at herself with that extremely indifferent look, the kind of look that seemed to be looking at a stranger.

The metal prosthesis grabbed the photo next to it and threw it in front of Anna. Anna reached out to pick one up, and found that it was a land of gods wrapped in flames.