Evening Bell Church

Chapter 466 Your God Is Lost (23)

The twelve people who were about to be taken out looked at Drake, and when they heard this, they felt an indescribable emotion in their hearts, and almost cried out.

Under everyone's gaze, Drake walked out of the crowd with a heroic and brilliant image, with a determined and calm face, looked at Malki and asked, "What's my suggestion, High Priest?"

Now, Drake's heart has been refreshed, and at this moment he already feels that he has reached the pinnacle of his life.

Ever since he was a child, he longed for attention and admiration from others, and now he has realized his dream.

This kind of excitement even completely covered the fear in his heart, making him look like a hero who really sacrificed himself.

"This... this is the real hero!" At this moment, everyone looked at Drake's back, full of admiration and admiration in their hearts.

Malki looked at the awe-inspiring Drake, and said in his heart: "It seems that Assassin told him something, but he didn't tell him the fate he was about to face. Since you want to be a hero, it's just right. You handle it well, let the Son of God link up with the consciousness of Cthulhu, and the effect of the sacrifice afterward is the best."

Thinking of this, Malki said calmly: "Okay!"

Then, under Malki's instruction, the cultists on the side first released the twelve people, and then surrounded Drake and led them out.

"Thank you! Thank you!" The twelve rescued people said their thanks to Drake with snot and tears at this moment.

Drake has completely fallen into the role of the hero, with a calm expression and a soft tone, he said: "Don't worry, with me here, you will be fine."

Hearing this, everyone present felt a little relieved.

In this desperate time, a great hero can stand up to save others and comfort them, and the effect is very obvious.

Malki cast a look at several cultists, telling them to keep an eye on them, and then led Drake out of the hall himself.

Walking out of the hall, it was still raining heavily in the sky.

On the bow of the huge deck, the statue of Cthulhu, which was soaked by the rain, has become a full two meters high.

Around this statue, there are dozens of small murlocs.

These people are covered with thin scales, each one is about 1.5 meters high, with a hunched body, hideous bone spurs growing on both arms and backs, and two big claws that are as sharp as razors.

This is the family worshiping Cthulhu, the deep divers, who need 25 points of vision to see.

At this time, these deep divers knelt on the ground and kept worshiping the statue of Cthulhu.

The two of them had just walked out, and when Drake saw these monsters, his face turned pale with fright, he let out a loud cry, sat on the ground, and fell out of the hero's shell.

"Oh!? Where did the fearless hero just now go?" Malki on the side said with a sneer.

Hearing this, Derek hurriedly calmed down, and said in a trembling voice, "This... this... what are you going to do?"

Malki grabbed his neck and said with a grin: "Don't you want to replace them as sacrifices? I just fulfill your wish."

As he spoke, he dragged his body to the deck where the rain was flowing.

"Don't! Don't! I'm just joking, don't! I'm really not suitable to be a sacrifice, my heart is extremely dirty, and the great true god doesn't look down on me."

Click!

Thunder and lightning flashed, and the thunder light illuminated Drake's face that was about to cry.

A lot of rain fell down his face, and it seemed that his tears of fear were mixed in it.

Malki smiled when he heard this: "Don't be so presumptuous, it is you who are so filthy that it is easier to connect with the consciousness of the great true God. Otherwise, why would the Son of God use your body as a lair?"

"God son? What god son?" Drake was dumbfounded when he heard this.

The next second, he suddenly thought of the horrible dream he had.

In the dream, he was stuffed into his stomach by these monsters, a terrifying monster.

"Could it be..."

When Drake thought of this, his whole body trembled violently, his mind went blank, he didn't know what to do, and even completely forgot the words and countermeasures Su Ge said to him.

Malki dragged him to the front of the statue.

It can be seen that an incomparably huge formation has been drawn around the statue. The lines of the formation are drawn with black crystal dragon scale powder, and there are twelve independent circles around it, representing the twelve sacrifices that need to be sacrificed .

At this time, sufficient sacrifices have been placed in these circles.

It looks like some disgusting things like the internal organs of creatures and fishes, but I can't see exactly what it is.

Malky grabbed the terrified Drake and shoved him in front of the statue.

The statue just held him in front of him, those scattered tentacles wrapped his head just right, and the two folded wings protected him in the middle like an eggshell.

The moment he came in front of the statue, Drake felt an indescribable terrifying force firmly sucking him to it, no matter how hard he struggled, it had no effect.

Afterwards, a force as terrifying as the sea gradually entered his body through the statue.

"Don't! Don't! I haven't slept with the noble lady yet! I haven't become famous yet! I haven't lived a high-class life yet! Don't! Mr. Assassin, I don't want to be a hero, save me! Help! I!"

At this time, Drake roared loudly, his voice was crying, hissing lungs cracked, and he was extremely terrified.

"Mr. Assassin? He has been dealt with by me. No one can save you now, and no one will give you a chance to be a hero." Here Malki told an extremely cruel fact.

Hearing this, the struggling Drake froze all over, motionless like a sculpture, his eyes gradually spread, like a dementia.

Malki took a step back and said loudly with both hands: "The great god of sleep, the god of the sea, the lord of R'lyeh, the great god, your servant, your believers pray to you, offer sacrifices to you, and pray to you You present the throne, wake up! Come down! Bring the end to the world, and bring salvation to all human beings! The great and wise true god! Cthulhu!"

rumbling rumbling...

As the sound of prayer fell, bursts of extremely intense thunder exploded out of thin air, as if the sky was covered by that thunder.

The sound of the rain became louder, and the sea surface began to be choppy, as if something indescribably huge was about to appear. Even a storm-level ocean-going oil tanker began to shake violently, as if it was about to capsize.

In an instant, everyone on board fell into a violent panic, trembling and daring not to move.

Just when the shaking was at its most violent and a huge blurry figure came to the boat from the sea, bursts of incomparably thick fog gushed out from Drake's body and the statue.

In a few breaths, the huge cruise ship was completely wrapped in fog, and the violently swaying hull gradually calmed down.

The rain was still falling, but the fog did not seem to dissipate in the slightest.

"What's going on!?" Malki widened his eyes, looking at the surrounding fog and fell into deep surprise.

Logically speaking, the statue should have absorbed Drake at this time and was revived. After that, everyone on the entire ship would be his sacrifice.

"Where is the great true God!?" Malki looked around and murmured.

"Sorry, the fog is too thick, your god is lost." A teasing voice sounded in the fog.

(End of this chapter)