Chapter 35 The Evil God Still Cannot Be My "Master"! (The 11th Is Very Important! Seek Your Support in Advance!!)

The two sides of the empty path were covered with white flowers.

The shadows appeared from the end and edge of the road, each with a child under ten years old, walking in unison towards the bluestone tower in the distance, like devout pilgrims walking towards the other side.

They seemed to have white flowers on their chests, but if you look closely, you will find that they are not white flowers at all.

Instead, they are dry fingers one after another, just plums for the shadows to quench their thirst.

They gathered in front of the stone door engraved with three-dimensional carvings and patterns.

They held their hands together and placed them under their chins, lowered their heads and said nothing, without making any movements, like countless silent statues.

Click! Click, click, click! !

After a while, the heavy stone door slowly opened inwards.

A cold and damp wind blew out from inside, accompanied by a low hum that was more terrifying than the wind.

In the dim stone tower, hundreds of candles were lit, emitting a strange stench.

"Lord, I worship you, open before you, Lord, I raise my hands, prostrate before your throne..."

The people who stepped into the stone tower began to chant in a low voice, the voices of men, women, old and young, countless voices intertwined like silk threads.

The candlelight on the wall kept swaying, casting a dim shadow on many believers.

I don't know if it was because of the cold wind they raised, or because of the deep resentment and hatred in the wind.

Crack! Crack!

The cry of the carrion crow sounded above many believers. It stood under the stone tower pecking at black feathers, and its scarlet eyes like weeping blood reflected the humans below.

At this time, among the many drooping heads, one of them suddenly raised his head and looked straight at it.

"Crack!"

The crow tilted its head in a humane way, as if it was still wondering why it was different from before.

The next moment, before it could react, when the crowd completely stepped into the stone tower.

Squeak! !

A sharp scarlet spike pierced through the crow's body, and it fell powerlessly before it could even make a wail.

"An unpleasant crow cry."

In the crowd, a young man retracted his gaze, his lips slightly opening and closing: "What a tasteless guy."

Nagato and Yahiko nodded in agreement, feeling that they were completely inferior to the white pigeons of Dawn City.

The man who spoke first was Yunchuan, but his figure and appearance had long changed. He was the young man left by the old man to monitor.

The [Precision Disguise] ability of the [Slaughter] template is indeed useful, as can be seen from the terrified expression of the man before he was killed.

"..."

Nagato frowned, looked around, and his mouth slightly opened and closed: "Such a force actually exists on the border of a small country?"

"Normal, or it is precisely because of weakness." Yunchuan shook his head and said calmly, "In this world, if there is no bad luck, no death, no pain, there will be no gods and Buddhas."

Without demons, there will be no Buddhas. They have come to the stone tower, which has enough seats to accommodate more than a hundred people. The overall structure is an equilateral triangle, supported by three deep red stone pillars.

A huge stone statue without facial features, located at the vertex of the equilateral triangle, seems to be looking at its believers, but it does not feel any majesty and holiness, and only feels the suppression of evil.

Because below him is an altar piled with countless pale skulls, and each skull looks particularly small and even thin.

And right in front of the faceless stone statue, the "Uncle Xiangshan" with a kind smile sat on the altar, wearing a set of luxurious black robes.

There was a charcoal stove next to him, and the swaying flames provided the maximum lighting for the entire tower.

The crowd that poured in was like a black wave, sitting in their seats in silence, spreading a layer of white cloth on their knees and bowing their heads.

Yunchuan also sat in the second to last row, and calmly twisted the white cloth with his hands.

"What is this?" Behind him, Yahiko murmured in a low voice, his face full of confusion.

He and Nagato stood like other children, as if there was no seat for them from beginning to end.

"Everyone..."

Xiangshan stood up, stood in front of everyone, and looked down at the believers.

He tapped his chest three times, forming an equilateral triangle, and prayed devoutly: "Praise my Lord, death is rebirth!"

"Praise my Lord, death is rebirth!"

The other believers said in unison, drew a triangle with one hand, and then bowed their heads and chanted devoutly: "Only the Lord is with me, in this desolate and hopeless place, the Lord has given me abundant grace, and I offer my faith to the Lord..."

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The old woman next to Xiangshan stood up and rang the huge bronze bell and the wooden striker.

The bell sounded continuously in the entire enclosed space, and the deafening sound was enough to make people have a splitting headache.

However, it did not drown out the chanting of the believers.

The long and noble chanting like a hymn echoed, containing an extremely strong sense of epic and solemnity, and the ethereal syllables echoed and rose, vibrating the skull.

Praise the dying life and the new life that is about to be born.

Mysterious, solemn, solemn...

"Three times, three rings." Yunchuan's eyes flickered, and he couldn't help but chuckled softly, "This is the death knell."

This extremely strange and bizarre scene in front of him reminded him of the so-called "Mass".

After reading and sharing the Bible, it is the so-called Eucharist ritual.

- That is, the Eucharist, also known as the Lord's Supper.

A ritual in which Jesus sacrificed his flesh and blood to forgive the sins of mankind.

The bread in the Eucharist represents the body of Jesus, and the grape juice symbolizes the precious blood shed by Jesus, which shows that the life of the Lord is with the believers.

"If it is similar logic, how will they distort the so-called Eucharist..."

Under Yunchuan's gaze, in the pious chanting.

Huh! !

Xiangshan suddenly lifted the black cloth covering the altar.

On the skull altar, there lay a woman with a painful expression. Her abdomen was bulging high, and it was obvious that she was pregnant for several months and was close to giving birth.

In an instant, the chanting in the entire tower became more enthusiastic, and all the believers sat up straight and raised their heads.

Staring at the woman on the altar, the sight under the black hood was extremely hot, even higher than the flames in the furnace, as if seeing the pilgrims on the other side of faith.

However, the pilgrims would not be like them, showing their greedy faces of grinding teeth and sucking blood!

"Ah!!"

In the reflection of the woman's trembling pupils, the believers took off the hoods of their black robes, chanted loudly with excitement and trembling, and picked up the white cloth on their knees and covered their heads with it.

It seemed that they wanted to block the sight of the "master" and prevent the "master" from seeing their greedy and ugly faces.

"He! They..."

At this moment, even Yahiko, who was a little brainless, reacted instantly and guessed what would happen next.

On the altar, Xiangshan took out a sharp black spear from the sleeve of his black robe.

"Asshole!" In an instant, Yahiko's forehead veins burst, and the flames were reflected in his eyes.

But he promised the boss before coming that he would never act without orders...

Just when Xiangshan raised the spear with a gentle smile on his face and stabbed the woman directly.

Uncontrollable anger surged from his heart and rushed through his body to his brain in an instant.

Endure? Endure it! I can't endure it anymore!

Sorry, Boss!

Yahiko slammed his foot on the front seat, and was about to rush to the altar with an angry expression.

However, before he could rush up.

Boom! !

The dark red blood mist instantly rose into the sky, like a gorgeous flower in full bloom, spreading around like smoke and fog.

The originally high-pitched chant was interrupted and fell into a dead silence.

"The believers will kneel down and pray for oracles and gospels."

In the blood mist, the gentle voice of Kumokawa came out, and he smiled: "The blasphemer can only sharpen the knife to chisel whole bread and wine!"

Evil God?

The evil god can't be my "master" yet!

Number 11 is very important! Very important! Please read it in advance!