"The great Eternal is here, Selina Bright! The good follow you, the evil admire you! The light longs for you, the darkness also hopes for you! You are the existence that transcends everything, the color that God has plated all things with!"
When Ash crawled out of the body bag, he saw countless black-robed believers kneeling on the ground, singing hymns fanatically. The familiar hymns almost triggered Ash's post-traumatic stress disorder.
This hymn of love is actually a standard version that is shared by the whole world? !
"I now strongly doubt whether we are implicated by you, Ash..." Harvey's complaining voice came from the side, and soon he groaned, because the black-robed cultist next to him stepped on his left arm and directly flattened it - it was not because the black-robed cultist was very strong, but because Harvey's left arm was missing a bone.
Last night, when facing the sniper attack from Gesas, everyone was in a very awkward situation: Ash was forced to stop, Ronald and Ronald covered each other, and Igula lost a large piece of flesh, which has not healed yet. Harvey was the most relaxed, throwing a bone into the air, and the bullet originally aimed at his body somehow deflected to the bone, which seemed to have no effect on the necromancer.
However, during the more than ten hours' drive just now, Ash had already discovered that Harvey's left hand was almost completely disabled and he couldn't even lift it up. Now it was obvious to him that Harvey was probably the most seriously injured among them - Igula could at least grow flesh on his own, but Harvey couldn't grow bones back by his recovery ability.
I guess there is a miracle of bone restoration in the Undead faction, but Harvey was put on a dog collar as soon as he passed through the passage, and he had no time to grow a new bone in his arm. It was like going to the toilet and finding that there was no paper so you just use your fingers, but when you come out you find that the water is cut off.
The chains of the black-robed monster once again wrapped around the three of them like tentacles and lifted them up. At this time, Ash was finally able to observe the surrounding situation - what a familiar underground hall!
The underground hall, which was more than ten meters high and as big as two football fields, looked bright and ancient under the illumination of dense hanging fires. The walls were very flat, and all of them were covered with strange colorful murals, showing people queuing up to be slaughtered, six pairs of men and women forming a weird group posture to mate, hundreds of people slit their throats and their blood filled the swimming pool, and rotting images of creatures of various races.
Logically speaking, such brilliant colors combined with completely incestuous content are enough to pollute and shock anyone. However, after taking a look at it, Ash did not feel disgusted, but he did not like it either. He just appreciated it as an ordinary art mural.
"Don't look at it, it's poisonous." Igula whispered softly beside him, and Ash quickly came to his senses - when he could accept this weird aesthetic and even regard it as normal art, he had been quietly polluted.
Only Igula noticed his own abnormality, because he really had a set of professional aesthetics, which was not comparable to Harvey and Ash, two inferior people who had no artistic qualities and could even appreciate the shape of their own feces after defecation.
The chains on Ash and the other two were dragged, and the black-robed man motioned them to move forward. In front of Ash was a narrow stone road on the water. There was actually a pool of water in this underground hall. There were four statues in the pools on both sides of the stone road, namely a heroic general, an elegant middle-aged scholar, a kind old man, and a pure girl.
They walked across the stone path obediently. The believers who had been singing hymns just now suddenly stopped and knelt quietly on the ground. For a moment, the only sound echoing in the underground hall was their footsteps.
When they came to the towering silver throne, the chains behind them were suddenly pulled, forcing them to kneel on the ground.
"Are you people from foreign lands?"
A pleasant and sweet voice came from the Silver Throne which was facing away from them. They looked up and saw that the Silver Throne turned very smoothly. Then, Ash and the other two showed shocked expressions.
Sitting on the silver throne was a petite little girl who seemed to be less than ten years old. Her long silver-white hair was highlighted with a hint of burgundy, which made the hair color more layered. She was wearing a very cute Gothic dress with a black base and white hem. She looked like an exquisite doll.
However, she has no hands and no feet.
She was like a doll with only clothes put on her body, without hands and feet yet to be put on, and was placed on the silver throne as a decoration.
There are two mechanical arms extending from the silver throne. The right arm holds a cup of steaming drink, and the left arm holds a thin comic book. She seems to be enjoying afternoon tea while reading comics.
“Yes, they are eternal.” The black-robed man knelt down and said, “It has been confirmed by the Gospel that they are indeed from foreign lands.”
"Thank you for your hard work." The little girl said, "Then bring the other offerings over. The sacrifice will begin immediately. The Four Pillar Gods can't wait!"
"yes!"
The fanatical atmosphere quickly swept the entire underground hall, and even the hanging fire burned more fiercely. Ash and the other two were tightly bound by chains and unable to break free. They could only watch the butcher sharpen the knife like fish on the chopping board!
"Ash!"
"Ash..."
Harvey and Igula sent strong signals at the same time. Ash looked miserable, knowing that they must have regarded him as a life-saving straw.
After all, in their eyes, you, Ash, are the leader of the Four Pillar Gods cult, and this place is also the Four Pillar Gods cult. Can this stroke create two groups of Four Pillar Gods
You are like the flood that washed away the Dragon King Temple, and the moon shadow that dug up the Blood Saint Tomb. You are one family and you don't recognize one another! Why don't you hurry up and recognize your ancestors, return to the Four Pillars God branch as a Blood Return Scholar, and then quickly save us. At worst, we will follow you to believe in the Four Pillars God and do some evil things together. Anyway, survive first.
But Ash's family knows their own business. Heath may really be the leader of a cult, but he himself is not!
The Four Pillar Gods might know him, but he doesn’t know the Four Pillar Gods!
All Ash's knowledge of the Four Pillars of God came from what he saw in the news. The Crime Hunting Office knew the Four Pillars of God better than he did. Ash had never been a cult leader for a single day, not even a fake cult leader. At most, he was just a Cloud cult leader.
Ash wanted to get closer to the cult leader here, but he didn't even understand the teachings of the Four Pillars of God, and didn't know what to say. Could he convince the other party that he was in the same profession just by talking? Not everyone is as stupid as Freya!
And there is another point. Although Ash could not quite remember the scene when he first crossed over, he was very sure that the Blood Moon branch was far inferior to this branch in terms of the number of believers, the size of the base, and even the status of the leader.
Even if they are both branches of the Four Pillars Gods, it is hard to say whether this Eternal Tribulation Master is willing to accept a poor relative from the country. He might even think, "You are the head of a branch? Then we have to take you seriously," and then use all kinds of torture instruments to torture Ash in turn, to let the Four Pillars Gods know that they did not treat the leader of their brother unit badly and sent Ash on his way.
But it would be foolish to just sit there and wait for death, so Ash mustered up his courage, raised his head and said, "Hello, then."
"Hello." Yongjie Changzai was very polite and looked down at Ash: "What's the matter?"
Ash decided to reveal his cult reputation title: "I am the End Watcher, Ash Hiss."
"I'm Eternal, Selina Bright." She looked at Igula and Harvey: "Would you like to introduce yourselves too?"
"No, I mean, I am also a believer of the Four Pillars." Ash said carefully: "I am the leader of the Four Pillars branch of the Blood Moon Kingdom. The Blood Moon Kingdom is the foreign land where we come from."
"Oh, is that so?" She seemed a little surprised and glanced at Ash for a few seconds: "But you look like a good person."
Ash was so angry that his face turned red - in the eyes of others, he was an unforgivable cult leader, and no one believed that he was a good person no matter how many times he explained it. However, when he said that he was a colleague in the cult, the other party thought he was a good person instead.
Damn, this world at least gives people a way to survive. When a cult leader does bad things, he is considered a cult leader. When a good person does bad things, he is considered a good person. The boss of my company is not so double-standard!
Ash tried to speak in a calm tone, "No, I am really the leader of the Four Pillars Cult branch. I am a bad person. I was accused by the authorities of participating in many kidnappings, murders, robberies and other vicious crimes. I was sentenced to the maximum penalty. I finally escaped from prison, but Blood Moon had no place for me, so I left Blood Moon and came here."
Yongjie Changzai tilted his head, his eyebrows curved into a cute arc: "Then prove it to me."
"prove?"
The mechanical arm pulled out a dagger from her skirt and threw it to the ground in front of Ash. The chains on Ash suddenly disappeared. Although he still had the collar, he could move freely.
“Although I don’t know what your relationship is with them, if you are a follower favored by the Four Pillar Gods, then in your eyes they should also be considered as sacrifices that can be offered to the Four Pillar Gods.” Yongjie Changzai said calmly: “Torture them as much as possible, destroy them, give them despair, and make them happy with pain, but don’t kill them.”
"This kind of thing should be as easy for you as getting dressed and eating, right, End Watcher?"