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Chapter 538 Reincarnation Altar
"Honorable Gavaral, someone claimed to have seen a meteor falling from the sky, and our guards found traces of the impact on the outside of the tree canopy." A man dressed in traditional Ganges costume with a vermilion auspicious mole on his forehead stood at the bottom of the 33 steps , put your hands together at a 45-degree angle above your head, showing respect to God.

On the 33 steps, Gavaral Priyadashini Nihelu is sitting in the wheel king position, sitting on a huge lotus flower, his hands are in the shape of a vow, and the branches are like vines. The duct of the head extends upwards from the back of the head to the branch of the Asodha tree behind him.

"I already know." Gavalar's hands changed from the wish seal to the support and seal, and the expression on his face gradually became mad: "There are demons coming from Nalaka, peeping at Amaravati. , find it, and banish it forever."

"Everything will be as you wish, venerable Gavaral." The man under the steps kept his palms folded and walked back out of the hall with small steps.

He waited until all the doors were closed before he breathed a sigh of relief and put down his hands.

He is also the blood of Nihelu Gandi, and he is called the existence of the gods in Amaravati, but he is more accustomed to being called by his own name, Vitardos.

Vytardos graduated from Mahatma Gandi University, and he knew the relationship between this university and Niheru Gandi just by the name, but he attended the university anonymously and enjoyed a complete and healthy university life.

He has always felt that he is a person of flesh and blood, not a god, let alone a monster, and all kinds of strange appearances in the family make him feel sick from time to time.

But this is the Niheru Gandi family, sitting on the lotus seat is Gavalal Priyadashini Neheru, maybe other people are not gods, but he must be.

Gavaral owns the whole of Amaravati, and he knows every plant and tree here like the back of his hand. Vytardos didn't even dare to change his expression too much, for fear of being noticed by something.

After all, to Gavaral, the blood of Niheru Gandi was nothing more than a lump of noble protein.

But what exactly is packed into the depths of Amaravati?
Vijatus was a little worried. He knew that many things had happened on the earth recently. He was one of the few Niheru Gandi in Amaravati who had the right to surf the Internet freely.

It's just that when you know that your every move and every byte you read is under the watchful eye of the God of Human Beings, your mental pressure must be so great that it will explode.

This is the case with Vytartus, he would rather not have this kind of authority, and be like everyone else, eating and dying every day, and his biggest hobby is basking in the sun.

What's it like living with a god?It's almost like sleeping next to a tiger, you never know what he will blame you for your actions.

From Vyjados's point of view, the entire Nihelu Gandi family is now like a canary bird kept in a cage by Gavalal, and only Durga Gandi has the same status as him.

Thinking of this, Vytardos laughed at himself. They are two sides of the same body, and that bastard Gavallar was thinking about becoming a god as early as 100 years ago.

The technical advantages of the Nihelu Gandi family in the biological field are just a step to his ascension to gods, but now, Gavaral, who has become a god, raises family members in Amaravati just to prevent anyone from using the same The way to ascend to God is nothing more than that.

Vytartus didn't know how many times he wanted to just open his balcony, walk into deep space, and exile himself forever.

But he didn't dare, he was afraid that Gavaral would use his biological information to clone himself, and he could do such a thing.

Gavaral regards controlling people's life and death as his greatest authority. Whoever he wants to die must die, and whoever he wants to live must live.

Vytartus has woken up countless times in dreams, thinking that he is already a clone, and the real him has long been turned into a mummy on the orbit of the moon. In the dream, he and his frost-covered self looked at each other, The eyes of the living are more deadly than the eyes of the dead.

Perhaps because of the expectation of the unknown and the variable, the worries in Vijatus' heart gradually dissipated, and he even looked forward to something happening.

For example, the thing that crashed into Amaravati may be a nuclear bomb that has escaped all defenses. With a bang, the entire Amaravati will be wiped out, even if the demon Gavalar can continue to live , he couldn't torture himself anymore.

Thinking of this kind of result, Vytartos even showed a smile, thinking that there is nothing wrong with the errand of going to the lower space.

"What is the reincarnation altar?" Tang Ji and his new friend walked in the dark tunnel of the supermarket.

According to Atam, at the bottom of the entire Amaravati here, they, Dalits, are divided into three categories. They are responsible for excavating and expanding Amaravati along the root system of the Ashoda tree. The Dalit who is in charge of irrigating and supplementing the nutrients for the Ashota tree is the Dalit who protects the tree.

And he is the Dalit responsible for cleaning the ducts of the Amaravati ventilation system.

Duct Dalits walk through the ventilation ducts every day and are responsible for cleaning and maintaining the ducts and the entire ventilation system. The Manu who manage them will call for them by knocking on the ducts.

Most of the time, there will be nothing but Dalits in the lowest level of Amaravati, because the lowest level has always been a big construction site, and only when Dalits clean it up will there be Manu Come here to build the foundation here, so that Amaravati will spread down one layer again.

"The reincarnation altar can make Kidara's soul no longer bound by her body, and she will usher in a new life, ushering in her own afterlife." When Atham said this, there was a hint of worry in his tone.

Because Kidara committed suicide, she ran away without paying for the sins of this life. The gods said that such a sinful soul would fall into the abyss forever, and there would be no afterlife.

It was just wishful thinking that he took Kidara's body to the reincarnation altar. Will the gods really forgive Kidara's soul?
As the shock of his wife's death faded, Atham began to worry about whether his actions would lead to punishment from the gods.

He secretly glanced at the black-clothed god beside him. He was so tall, but his appearance was different from the gods on the mural.

He has black hair, black eyes, and is surrounded by black flames. Maybe he is not a god, but an asura!
This kind of speculation made Atham shudder, but he remembered the anger when the other party asked if he was human. It was not because of him, but because of him.

I don't know why, but thinking of that scene, Atham's courage came back again. He was no longer afraid of the god in front of him, even if he was Asura.

The location of the reincarnation altar is in the fork road away from the branches of the Ashoda tree. The Manu who occasionally come to check the root system of the Ashoda tree do not want to see the reincarnation altar, so it can only be alone away from everything.

This road is not smooth, and some places are only suitable for Dalits to pass through, but that god, his violent power destroyed all the things in the way along the way.

Atam watched the other party break the solid wall, tear down the metal pipes, smash through the isolation door, and everything in the world was as fragile as a clay sculpture in his hands.

Such momentum soon attracted a group of Dalits to hide behind to watch the fun. They watched in horror as the god was furious here, but Atham, who was standing beside the god, became their follower again. Behind the courage lies.

Pipeline Dalits can see, I Rise Dalits, and Tree Guard Dalits can’t?

There are more and more Dalits along the way. Their average height is less than 1.2 meters, and most of them have strange shapes due to genetic mutations.

Standing here, Tang Ji felt as if he was watching some perverted freak show.

Atam was still carrying Kidara's body, and they were not far from the reincarnation altar.

And as some pipeline dalits also joined the ranks, the news of Kidarla's suicide started to spread among the dalits, they now know what Atham is up to
"Kidara committed suicide, she can't be sent to the reincarnation altar!" A Dalit covered in white hair jumped out and stood in front of Atham, while carefully getting out of Tang Ji's way: "Her sins have not been paid off, and her soul has fallen into the abyss forever!"

Atam didn't speak, but avoided Baimao, followed Tang Ji step by step, and continued to move forward with the power of the god.

There was a gasp in the tunnel, and the other Dalits were obviously shocked by Atham's bold approach to the god.

Tang Ji ignored this group of degraded rat-like villains, and his seemingly calm expression hid a raging fire of anger.

He noticed that Bai Mao was leaning on a polished and smooth wooden crutch. He was obviously not young. Aging is a luxury for Dalits, and few of them can live past 30 years old.

And Tang Ji already knew that for these Dalits, three months for the Manu is their year.

The aging speed of these Dalits is four times that of human beings. The Atham who claims to be 28 years old in front of him is actually only seven years old.

With the support of two Dalits, Baimao caught up with Atham again, but he didn't dare to disturb Tang Ji. He just followed Atam, picked up Kidara's body with his walking stick, and tried to Block Atham's footsteps.

"Your behavior will bring disaster to all Dalits!" Baimao said angrily, "Achamu, turn around!"

Atamu kept silent, just used Tang Ji as a cover, and went around again to avoid Baimao's harassment.

This behavior once again attracted the exclamation of Dalits, because Baimao is the most prestigious existence among Dalits. He lived for 80 years, which is said to be when Amaravati was first built. , it's here.

Seeing Atham's disrespectful behavior, Baimao hid in the shadow with a sullen face. The strange-looking god was here. He didn't dare to have a bigger reaction, but sent someone to Manu to complain.

A few minutes later, under the watchful eyes of hundreds of Dalits, they finally arrived at the legendary altar of reincarnation.

It is hidden behind an isolated door, and the Dalits decorated this door very distinctively. Some simple religious paintings representing faith and atonement were painted on the door and nearby rock walls.

Some handmade trinkets were respectfully placed outside the door. In addition to a few luminous plants to provide light, there were even a few extravagantly lit candles to consume the oxygen here.

Looking at his companions and the silent gods around him, Atam mustered up the courage to step forward and slammed down a red button.

The airtight door opened immediately, and the Dalits around them took a step back subconsciously, they had never experienced such a thing before.

A suicidal sinner is sent to the altar of reincarnation, a humble companion defies the will of the elders, and a god watches as it happens.

They watched in horror as the isolation door was opened, and the sacred reincarnation altar was exposed in front of everyone.

A flash of excitement flashed in Atham's eyes. He carried Kidara's body and was about to walk in, but the black-clothed god stopped him.

"This is your reincarnation altar?" Tang Ji looked calmly at the room inside the isolation door.

In fact, the things inside did not exceed his expectations. Although he had just broken into the territory of the Nihelu Gandi family, he had already had a preliminary understanding of the family's behavior.

They will make full use of every protein molecule, and a complete corpse is obviously a huge resource.

The reincarnation altar mentioned by Atam is a large flat grinder.

Dozens of interlaced grinding blades with sharp serrations spread all over the room. The reason why it is called an altar is because the entire grinder is circular, with fine crushing rings forming step-by-step divisions one after another. , to ensure that everything that gets smashed ends up converging in the central area.

Atam broke free from the hand of the black-clothed god. This was the first time he was so bold. This behavior also aroused the exclamation of other Dalits. They had never seen such a fearless Dalit!

"Kidara will be freed here!" Atham firmly believed in this, and he didn't want to listen to the words of the black-clothed god.

He was afraid that the other party would tell the truth that made him even more desperate. He didn't dare to hear it, and he didn't want to hear it. He just wanted to free Kidala's soul, even if it was just his wishful thinking.

Tang Ji didn't stop Atham any more, he just stood quietly outside the door, watching Atham carefully avoid those sharp knives, and put his wife's body in the center of the 'altar'.

Atam ran to a nearby yellow lever with small steps, took one last look at Kidala's face, and dropped the lever with tears.

In an instant, the entire grinding platform was activated, and the ruthless machine crushed the corpse in the blink of an eye, stirring it like a viscous meat paste that had been beaten to make beef balls.

Afterwards, under the scouring of the surrounding clear water, these meat pastes gradually disappeared into the holes leading to nowhere, and became recyclable materials.

"This is what you want." Tang Ji took a last look at Atham, shook his head, turned and left.

This trip was not in vain, he at least found a device suitable for disposing of corpses, well, maybe not just corpses
(End of this chapter)