Rodney smiled as the seven "lucky" priests standing around the altar turned into a mess of flesh and blood in the blink of an eye, and the radial and splattered blood stains almost dyed the entire white altar bright red, Constantly dripping, various activated organs writhe on the ground.
This claustrophobic inner room was instantly filled with a pungent and disgusting bloody smell, and the statue of the Pope staring at the center seemed to change from solemn to strange.
"Ho ho..."
The priests, whose faces were full of fear mixed with fanaticism, lost their last breath as they struggled.
Rodney walked to the altar and looked excitedly at the only priest who could barely stand.
The holy moon brain, which is made of the awakened holy relic "Sleeping Moon Child" as the main material, gradually transforms the host into a nest suitable for the presence of gods, whether it is physical or spiritual.
This is the "fetus".
The silver placenta enshrined in the center is, needless to say, the "placenta".
The entire inner chamber is painted and engraved with runes, which itself is an altar in the shape of a womb, which is the "womb palace".
When "fetus", "placenta" and "fetal palace" coexist, "God" can be born on top of "fetus"!
Rodney's expression is full of greed and intoxication, this is the real god who has been believed in for thousands of years.
Today, He will truly come from a dream to the real world, and will be truly worshipped with eyes!
"Pfft! Pfft!"
Dozens of wildly dancing tentacles "grew" out of the priest's chest and abdomen, and were pulling on both sides of his body, as if he was "pulling" out the source of these tentacles that extended deeper.
"Ah..."
The priest kept spitting out blood and waving his hands indiscriminately, as if he wanted to grab something.
And when he fell, those tentacles also seemed to have no power, and soon they all fell to the ground, and after a closer look, these bloody and wet tentacles still looked like intestines.
The surroundings returned to silence, except for the corpses all over the floor, there were only two living people, Rodney and the Saintess.
Rodney was still staring at the corpse on the ground in anticipation at first, but as time passed, the excited and twisted smile on his face gradually disappeared, and finally turned into disappointment and anger.
They're all dead, which means... none of them survived the moon, they all failed!
"boom!"
He slammed the altar and waved his hand to summon the saintess who was standing beside him. He said blankly, "Sheryl, go and call the next group in."
"Yes." The saint withdrew, showing a gentle and holy smile, and selected the next batch to enter the inner room.
It's okay, it's okay... Rodney walked up to the altar and stroked the restless placenta that made the sound of crying babies. The blood and various organs on the ground were absorbed by the white altar. There was nothing left, and it was clean again.
There are so many "fetuses", there will always be a lucky one.
"Time waits for no one, it seems that it is time to promote the Holy Moon Brain on a large scale..."
Rodney muttered to himself.
…
Anne Tuttle, an ordinary housewife, has a husband who runs a bakery and two children.
During dinner time, she coaxed her children to eat, and heard a report on the TV: "Recently, a priest of the Dome Church apostasy and used explosives from unknown sources to blow up two churches, and the number of casualties was as high as 1,700. people, including the priest's baptist and fosterer, Father Terrence of the Chapel of Charity."
"I believe that the people of the seventh parish are not unfamiliar with the old priest Terrence. He is... However, as a dependent, Vincent actually took revenge and wiped out humanity. After apostasy, he went straight to the Church of Charity and killed him. now…”
"Snapped!"
Annie frowned, took the remote control and changed the channel, she had seen this kind of news at least three times.
"Ugh."
She sighed. Father Vincent had helped their family, because there were often strange noises in the attic and walls of the family, and it was suspected that evil spirits were at work.
But after I invited Father Vincent to see it, I found that it was actually because of the bakery business. There were often many bread crumbs and other desserts in the house, which led to the breeding of mice and hiding in the mezzanine of the wall and the attic.
Father Vincent helped open the mezzanine, cleaned the attic, and drove all the rats out.
Although he did some things that seemed to have nothing to do with his job, the gentle and polite priest still smiled and said that wherever the moon shines, they need to serve the believers.
Anne still can't forget that just after cleaning the attic, the disgraced priest took out a bottle of rat poison and joked that this was what holy water looked like.
How could such a kind and considerate Father Vincent do such cruel and horrific things as blowing up two churches and killing his own caregiver
She didn't want to believe that Father Vincent was such a person, but her belief in the Dome Church made her waver.
Annie shook her head. She was just an ordinary person. The hard work of daily life was enough for her to worry about. These things were too far away for her. Even if she wanted to believe it, she was powerless.
"Mom, mom..." The two children started to tug at her clothes again, pulling her to play.
"Good good."
Annie soothed the two little guys and smiled at her husband opposite. In this flat and warm atmosphere, she packed up and slept as usual.
…
"Where is this?"
Annie looked around in a daze, the quiet street was empty, the night was dark, and there seemed to be noisy sounds in the distance.
But she still remembered that she should have fallen asleep, so... is this a dream
Annie took a few steps in a daze, feeling vaguely familiar, and looked up to see the sign of the Church of Charity.
Charity Church? !
She remembered, isn't this the street near the Charity Chapel presided over by Father Terrence
The news was right. The people of the seventh parish were no strangers to Father Terrence. Just like Annie's age, if something fell ill when she was young, she would come to the Church of Charity as soon as possible. for treatment.
The vague memory suddenly became clear, and Annie subconsciously wanted to knock on the door.
But before she could act, a figure appeared from the corner, startling Annie and hiding back.
Her eyes froze, and she saw the man staggering two steps and collapsed in front of the door. His body was charred black and covered in blood. The two blood holes on his raised face were extremely terrifying, but Annie knew this face.
Father Vincent!
Annie covered her mouth and widened her eyes in disbelief.
But what happened next was the real subversion of all her cognitions...
…
next day.
Annie got up early in the morning and stared at the ceiling in a daze.
She didn't know what the dream meant, but the waning moon apostle who was dying like a god of death in the dream, the dead old priest Terrence, and the silently crying Father Vincent in the dream made her hard to let go.
A terrifying conjecture lingered in her mind, could it be... this is the truth
"Wow! Mom, help, it's scary!"
The child woke up, crying and incoherently telling her about nightmares.
Annie was horrified to hear that, although the child's language was a bit different, in general, it was exactly the same as the dream she had!
This can't be a coincidence!
Could it be the spirit of Father Vincent? But why did Father Vincent in Dreamland become like that? Is this the reason for his apostasy? Another denomination…
Is all this in the dream real
Annie, who was confused in her mind, took the child out of the door and saw her husband sitting in the living room. Her absent-minded expression made her heart move, and she stepped forward and asked, "George, did you have that dream too?"
George was stunned for a moment, then his face changed suddenly, and he looked at his wife and children: "Did you dream too?"
The two looked at each other, realizing that something was wrong.
A chill spread behind him.
George swallowed and forced a smile: "Don't panic, maybe we should find a church..."
His voice is getting lower and lower, if everything in the dream is true, is the Dome Church reliable
"Jingle Bell… "
The phone in the living room rang, and Annie walked over to pick it up. It was her friend Athena.
She is also a believer in the Dome Church and has been helped by Father Vincent.
The fat middle-aged woman hesitated: "Annie, you... did you have that dream?"