"He is not affected by the god Futan?" Charles looked at the bandage in the center of the bloody magic circle in surprise.
"This is impossible. His condition clearly occurred after he came into contact with the aura of the god Futan."
The sticky tentacles under the octopus's head trembled slightly, and that disgusting sound rang out again.
"I said no, and I mean no. We know much more about the power of the Mighty than you do. Governor, please ask someone else to come. The blood purification in the ritual is almost dry. If we wait any longer, I'm afraid the effect will not be good."
Charles looked at the bandaged man lying on the ground with a frown on his face. He couldn't do it, so which one should he rescue first
After thinking for a few seconds, Charles said to James who was watching nearby: "Hey man, help me bring Dipper over."
The strong James nodded and left quickly with a team of black-clad policemen.
Charles stepped over the intestines on the ground and walked to the dark brown octopus head. He stared into his eyes and said slowly: "These people are my family. Don't play tricks. If anything happens to them, none of you will leave my island alive."
"Governor Charles, rest assured. We are not the castrated pope of the Illuminati Cult. Since we have agreed, we will never go back on our word easily. Besides, we have cooperated with each other before. You should know the credibility issue."
Charles sneered and left the magic circle again, "That's not necessarily true. The Pope might be more trustworthy than you."
A few minutes later, Dipp, who was twisting his body in a straitjacket, was carried into the magic circle like a maggot to be slaughtered.
"This deep diver can perform rituals. I can sense the remaining power of the Mighty One in him."
Three red-robed Fortan bishops sat in a triangle outside the magic circle. They crawled on the ground and stretched out their tentacle-like limbs from their robes, embracing the huge flesh and blood magic circle.
The other believers, who had tentacle tattoos on their faces, gathered around their outer layer and began to mutter in low voices.
Stell"""bsn... Nilgh"""ri...
Charles was very familiar with this mumbling sound, it was an imitation of the irritable whispering in his ears.
"wk" ""hmr... -nythlloigor... Sk'shgn
The sound gradually became louder. It was not only the voices of believers and the bishop, but also some other voices mixed in, some special voices that appeared out of nowhere.
"Whoosh~!" The black candle flame suddenly exploded, directly igniting the bones and internal organs on the ground, and the entire magic circle instantly turned into a black sea of fire.
The black flames continued to burn Dipper in the center. He opened his mouth ferociously and let out a cruel howl.
After a while, he turned into a man of fire, rolling in the center of the magic circle.
The fear emanating from the flames made everyone retreat.
Some people started vomiting, covering their mouths and rushing out of the room.
Seeing his companion's miserable appearance, James clenched his teeth and then quickly released them. He stared at the three red-robed bishops who were conducting the ceremony with murderous eyes.
Although he wanted to kill these deformed monsters, he couldn't do it.
Since they were invited by the captain, the captain will definitely not harm them.
As the flames continued to burn, a cloud of black smoke began to rise from Dipper's body. At this moment, he seemed to have turned into a ball of burning plastic, constantly emitting billowing black smoke.
Gradually, everyone except Charles subconsciously put their hands on their foreheads, with painful expressions on their faces.
Charles turned to James, who was also covering his head, and said, "Chief Engineer, take everyone else out! This ritual will have an impact on ordinary people."
James looked at the horrifying scene in front of him with a painful expression and shook his head vigorously, "It's okay! Captain! We can hold on!!"
However, at this moment, the black flames suddenly went out, the inexplicable fear that permeated the environment dissipated, and everything returned to normal.
Dipper slowly stood up in the black magic circle. He looked at the people around him blankly and finally aimed at Charles.
"Captain, why are we here? Shouldn't we be in that trench?"
Dipper is awake! Charles couldn't hold back any longer and rushed forward excitedly.
He looked his boatswain up and down carefully, and only when he found that there was really nothing wrong with him did he breathe a sigh of relief. The black flames did not hurt him at all. It seemed that the flames were only useful at the soul level.
"It's okay, everything is over. As long as you can come back, everything will be better than anything else." Charles patted Dipper's shoulder excitedly.
The Bishop of the Futan Church got up from the ground, walked up to Charles and said, "Governor, as I said before, we Futan believers are always polite and trustworthy. Since we promised, we will definitely do it."
Charles turned his head and looked at the slimy octopus head. "Very good, I accept your kindness, and we can continue to discuss the next transaction."
Just as the octopus head was about to say something, Dipper next to it suddenly moved.
He rushed to a Futan believer and excitedly pulled off a Futan statue carved from green plaster from his chest.
The fishman knelt on the ground, his eyes full of piety and fanaticism, "Oh, great Holy Lord, you are the only God. How foolish I was before that I didn't even notice your greatness."
"From now on, I will serve you for the rest of my life, until the day you wake up!!"
Charles' veins popped up when he saw this scene. He took out the flesh revolver from his prosthetic limb and stuffed it into the mouth hidden under the tentacles of the octopus head in front of him.
"Fuck you! How dare you plot against my people in my own territory!!"
"Click, click, click." The sounds of bullets being loaded rang out one after another, and various guns and relics were pointed at the Futan believers in the center of the reception room. As long as Charles gave the order, they would take action immediately.
The entire room was instantly filled with murderous intent.
"Tell me! Why did you tamper with the ritual?! Do you really think that I am afraid of the long journey and therefore dare not mess with your Futan Cult?"
Charles's ferocious face was filled with hostility. From what he could see, Dipper, who had regained consciousness, had been infected with the D4 meme and had become a fanatical follower of the god Futan!
Facing the furious Charles, the expression on the red-robed cardinal's face looked very innocent.
"Governor, we came to trade with you with sincerity. We did not tamper with the ceremony. We believers have always used this ceremony ourselves, and there has never been any problem."
(End of this chapter)