Endless Debt.

Chapter 164 The Bureau of Order is in charge!

Ben has been living in Autumnshang since the fall of Autumnshang. As a priest, he tried his best to maintain the only church in the town. Some people persuaded him to leave this place of right and wrong, but he But he couldn't bear to leave, and Ben felt that it was because of the darkness here that he needed the light of God more.

Ben thought he could bring some hope to the town, but what happened before him was destroying his mind little by little.

All the doors and windows of the church were sealed, and no believers were received here since a few days ago. In the church, all the chairs were overturned and piled up in the corner, leaving a large area.

Under the painted glass, under the gaze of the god statue, several corpses are placed in the center, and people in robes are bending over, drawing blood from the corpses, and drawing huge ritual patterns.

The ground, walls, windows, and these people themselves, blood draws strange lines, distorting the entire space into a deformed and weird appearance.

Ben was shackled in a corner with his hands and feet tied, and he witnessed the nuns and priests being dragged away one by one.

Ben's face was pale. He knew very well that he was not alive because of the benevolence of these cultists. He had seen this situation in the book. The cultists were arranging some kind of evil ritual. They kept themselves because They need a living sacrifice.

"God... If you really exist, why didn't you send down the Holy Judgment?"

Ben, with tears streaming down his face, prayed under his breath.

The cultists seemed to have heard Bane's prayer, and they all let out weird laughter, like some kind of deformed bird, laughing loudly.

As the ritual array was gradually completed, the bloody and oppressive feeling in the church became more intense, and the air became gray and blurry, as if some invisible thing was wriggling in the air.

It is in another world, and now it is summoned by the cultists, and it is almost about to break through the barrier of the shackles and come here.

The walls are oozing blood, and the ground, glass, and all the blood-stained substances are oozing blood in turn. The strong cognitive distortion affects Ben. He looks at the golden sculpture that shed blood and tears, obviously it is him day and night Something to serve, but now he can't tell what it is.

Ben knew there was no hope.

There was a sound of footsteps, and someone came out of the cellar. Ben turned his head hard, and barely saw the person's appearance.

He was dressed in a black robe, with a white puppet mask on his face. In this bloody hell, the white on his face was so dazzling.

"So, delusional, our deal is done."

Another man came out of the cellar and held out his hand to the delusional. The delusional hesitated, but held out his hand anyway.

The man looked carefully at the existence in front of him, trying to see any flaws, but the delusional man wrapped his whole body tightly, even the outstretched palms were covered with gloves.

"Those alchemy equipment will play a big role, I hope you won't let me down." A cold voice sounded from under the mask.

"This is for sure. We will never stop those heretics from the Gray Trader Chamber of Commerce. What's more, they even robbed our holy objects and wanted to sell them."

The man gritted his teeth and said, in the eyes of this crazy cultist, the Gray Merchant Chamber of Commerce, which is a merchant, is actually called a heretic. It seems that these merchants also believe in something.

"Aren't you afraid? The Gray Trader Chamber of Commerce is under the protection of their gods." The delusional man wondered about the man's courage.

"But at our feet, our god-chosen, most powerful warrior is also sleeping peacefully."

The man's voice was a little fanatical, and his pupils were also scarlet.

"Oh? Is this your purpose?" The delusional man seemed to have noticed something.

"You know what's down here?"

Noticing the delusional man's reaction, the man was a little surprised. The guy in front of him knew more than he thought, which made him a little more vigilant.

"Anyway, it has nothing to do with me. I just want to get what I want... and the truth of the information."

The delusional have no intention of getting involved in the strife of these lunatics.

Hearing this, the man laughed out loud, and another cultist came over, carrying a suitcase.

The man takes the suitcase and passes it to the delusional man.

"This is what you deserve, the eternal blood refined by me."

"Oh? Did the scarlet bishop refine it himself? That's really precious." There was a look of panic on his mouth, but the tone of the delusional man was still cold, and he couldn't hear the slightest awe.

"There is also the information you want." At the end of the transaction, Scarlet Bishop Latis lowered his voice, "It's true, those rumors are true."

"The merchants found a fruit of their dreams, and wanted to dedicate it to the great tyrant."

A short sentence set off a huge wave in the delusional man's heart. Fortunately, the mask blocked all his expressions, and he did not reveal any emotion.

Turning his head, the delusional looked at the blood-stained church. The cultists had already dragged Bane out of the corner and put him in the pile of corpses, ready for the final ceremony.

"Do you want to see it with your own eyes? How did we refine the eternal blood?" Latis asked.

"It's nothing more than calling the devil, and then trading with it...or offering sacrifices, it's meaningless."

The delusional man was not interested in this, he was carrying his suitcase and was about to leave here, but when he got to the door, he stopped again and warned Latis.

"The Bureau of Order reached into the big rift, and now there are two field staff working in the big rift."

"So what?" Latis didn't care.

"They are all debtors, and one of them has a very strong umbilical cord with the devil. That is to say, the changes caused by you calling the devil will definitely attract his attention."

The delusional man opened the door and left, and the voice came back slowly, hitting Latis' eardrum.

"Maybe they're on their way."

Latis frowned, and then gave orders to the others.

"Quickly end the ceremony."

The other cultists nodded in affirmation and continued to speed up the arrangement. With a scream, the dagger pierced Bane's palm and nailed him to the ground like a saint. No matter how much he wailed and begged for mercy, he didn't stop.

"Bailey, you are in charge of this place. I will inspect other rituals. We must extract enough eternal blood as soon as possible."

Latis instructed one of the cultists again, and Bailey nodded, then drew out the dagger at his waist, and walked towards the center of the ceremony, preparing for the final blood sacrifice.

Everything was proceeding in an orderly manner, and the air was filled with an increasingly intense condensed smell, as if a sea of ​​blood was rushing.

Seeing this, Latis also pushed open the door and walked towards another ceremony site. With the door closed tightly, the entire church was closed again.

In alchemy's design of imaginary domains, there are often such terms as closure and internal circulation. Each imaginary domain itself is absolutely closed, and power circulates continuously within the imaginary domain.

When these cultists painted the walls and the ground with blood, it was actually a kind of alchemy matrix, a kind of alchemy matrix that human beings could not understand, and it belonged to the power of the devil. The bloodstains outlined sealed the church into a strange imaginary domain. It calls out loudly.

Crazy whispers echoed in Bane's ears, his eyes widened, and for a moment Bane felt that he was out of the world of common sense, and the whole church was stripped into a crazy hell.

With a painful gasp, he saw it.

There is some kind of phantom wriggling in the air, it is slowly turning, until the dense and complex mirror surface appears in front of my eyes in the next moment, reflecting my figure into thousands of broken shapes.

This... This is not a mirror, and no one has answered it for Ben, but there is such a strange knowledge related to it in his mind, he understands, this huge, mosquito-like compound eye.

He is looking at himself.

"Fresh blood and fresh flesh!
Unbroken bones and intact brains! "

Bailey came forward, he said affectionately to the vain compound eyes, and then raised the dagger in his hand.

Tears filled Bane's pupils. While Bailey was praying, he kept praying, praying for the gods to save him, but there was no answer, no answer at all.

Ben's unshakable faith was beginning to falter, cracked, but it didn't matter, he was going to die.

"We dedicate it all to you!"

Bailey sang, his expression extremely fanatical.

"great……"

He recited the taboo name aloud, and the squirming, illusory compound eyes became more and more real, as if when Bailey called out his name, he would really come here.

But Bailey couldn't speak.

The ear-piercing cracking sound interrupted everyone's thoughts. Behind the blood-stained statue, the painted glass shattered into thousands of pieces. The "closed" of the church was broken in an instant, and the illusory compound eyes became blurred and almost disappeared.

Ben watched all this helplessly, his figure reflected in the shards of glass, as if in a trance, God really gave Ben a response, He sent an angel with a fiery sword.

Bologo fell to the ground suddenly, and his terrified face erupted. The surging fear instantly engulfed the nearest cultists, making them freeze in place for a while, unable to make any moves to fight back.

Immediately afterwards, Burlogo drew out the shotgun at his waist and fired at the nearest cultist. The rain of heavy bullets pressed them against the wall, leaving large bloodstains and dense bullet holes.

Palmer, wearing a black hood, followed, and the guy kept pulling the trigger, yelling excitedly.

"The Bureau of Order is doing business! Get out of the way if you don't want to die!"

(End of this chapter)