"Wow~" The roaring waves hit heavily on the dock of the God's Descendant Place, the God's Descendant Place, a magical place located on the bottom of the sea but avoided by the ocean.
As the headquarters of the Futan religion, this place had been calm for many years as if blessed by something. 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 moment.
"Dang," a drop of black corpse fluid slowly fell from the air and dripped onto the face of an old man with an octopus tattoo on his face below.
The turbid and yellow eyeballs slowly raised up and looked at the steel cross standing above the crowd. A rotten humanoid octopus monster was hanging on it, and its rotten, round, horizontal eyeballs were full of unwillingness.
The closer one's appearance is to that of a god, the more the god Futan will accept him. Any member who has undergone the initiation ceremony has a special status in the Futan religion.
But the adults who were once respected are now hanging on the rack like a torn sack.
The old man's gaze slowly moved to the right. More and more crosses appeared before him, and the entire place turned into a forest of death.
Under the "leaves" and "branches" huddled groups of desperate humans. They were ragged and thin, and many of them had injuries of varying degrees.
They were packed tightly together, filling up the entire God's Land. But even so, there were still people at the dock waving whips, driving other islanders to squeeze onto 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 Church.
New emotions gradually appeared on the old man's dull face. He crawled on the ground tremblingly and howled in despair.
A man nearby whose limbs were broken heard the old man's dry howl, and he opened his mouth and began to recite the prayers of the Futan religion.
“I pray that the blood of the Almighty will cleanse me from all my original sins. I wish Fotan Savito to be the Savior of my life. Please give me the faith to look up to and seek you.”
The man spoke in a low voice due to his weakness due to his injury, but soon others around him began to echo him.
The voices of men, women, children, and the elderly, as well as the sounds of prayers and the sounds of the surrounding waves, brought life back to the lifeless place where God descended.
Just as they were shouting with ecstasy, a huge island in the sky slowly pressed down with the momentum of a mountain.
The prayers of the Futan believers not only did not decrease, but became louder and louder, as if they wanted to use these prayers to force the other side back, but this was impossible.
"Mass begins!" An extremely sharp voice easily pierced through their prayers.
"Huff, huff, huff~" The corpse hanging on the metal cross was instantly ignited by a fire, and the strong stench of decay in the air was quickly replaced by a burnt smell.
The flame burning on the corpse was not an ordinary flame. It would not cast a shadow on the object like a normal flame. The flame column was filled with saltpeter and disgusting, poisonous verdigris. Although it burned fiercely, it did not emit warmth. All that could be felt was the death and decay attached to it.
The corpse hanging on the rack did not burn for long before it was burned apart and fell from the rack, and the flames fell on the heads of the living people.
Their hair and skin were on fire and they wailed and tried to escape, but the island was now full of people and they had no place to escape.
After a few brief minutes, the flames grew stronger with new fuel, and soon they turned into green pillars of fire.
At this moment, a monster with black-scaled tentacles slowly fell from the floating island to the center of God's Landing.
Qomer Taytay, Qomer Taytay
Ama hina kaychu Yanapaykuway,
intiqa pakakuchian?a
Munay Maqt'aiki,
Kachay Cuerpo Rumi!
At first, only the monster was chanting, but as the tentacles stretched out in all directions, the believers who were supposed to be chanting the Fortan prayer began to change. Their terrified eyes became dull and they loudly echoed the monster's incantations.
The knowledgeable people on the island immediately felt that this sound was not right. This was a sacrificial ceremony! No matter who the god was, it was definitely not their god Futan.
They turned around and jumped into the dark sea around them. They did not want to sacrifice themselves to other gods even if they drowned.
But the influence seemed to be contagious. Before long, the disgusting curse from the monster's mouth quickly spread to everyone's mouths, and all the human figures stood there shouting like puppets.
As the sound grew louder, the green flame pillars on the island gradually began to rise, and the flame pillars began to connect with each other. An extremely destructive green flower bloomed in the place where the gods descended.
The next second, green flames rose up instantly, covering the entire island. The flames burned their skin, their flesh, and their bones, but could not take their lives.
Millions of skeletons were dancing wildly in the green flames, slapping their ribs to play music. At the same time, they opened their white jaws as if they were laughing or howling.
Something in the sea came onto the island, but they couldn't see it. They could only judge from the black marks left in the flames that it was some kind of one-legged creature.
"Mass is over~!" As a sharp silver whistle sounded from the floating island, the green flames of the entire island enveloped the black-scaled monster in the air and quickly drilled into her body like a living thing.
The flames burned the flesh on the tentacles violently, and the wounds on the tentacles emitted heart-wrenching screams, which became louder and louder, and the darkness around them 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 with his hands and closing his eyes tightly.
There were some photos on the left side of the mahogany table, but Charles didn't look at them, as if he was preparing for something.
The door creaked open, and Anna walked in with a smile on her face. "I heard from Shanshan that you were looking for me? It hasn't been long since we've been apart, and you're thinking about me again?"
Charles still sat there with his eyes closed, without any reaction.
"Hey, what are you doing? I'm talking to you." Anna's hand reached out for Charles' face, but when it was about to touch it, it stopped instantly.
She saw Charles open his eyes and looked at her with extremely cold eyes, as if he was looking at a stranger.
The metal prosthetic arm 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 place where gods descended, wrapped in flames.
(End of this chapter)