Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 611 Flower of Blood and Bone: Skull of Osiris
08:00AM.
Oakwood Township.
Oakwood Town, located about 30 kilometers northwest of Isaati City, is a small town surrounded by vast forests and hunting grounds.

The sparsely populated and secluded environment makes it an ideal location for conducting secret activities.

The morning mist diffuses among the woods, and the sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves, casting mottled light and shadows, quiet and mysterious.

puff-

Boom! ! !
Suddenly, a deafening explosion came from deep in the forest, breaking the tranquility of the town.

At the center of the explosion, a huge pool of blood suddenly appeared and expanded strangely.

The sticky blood glowed dark red, and the entrance to hell opened here.

Gulong~
Gulong~
In the pool of blood, twisted bones and rotten flesh continued to emerge, like the remains of something awakened by a demon.

The surrounding trees were swallowed up in an instant, their branches and leaves withered, and their trunks decayed, as if they were quickly eroded by time.

The ground began to crack, the soil was covered with the stench of a pool of blood, and the air was filled with the smell of decay and blood.

The animals fled in terror, but none of them escaped. Their screams echoed through the woods, only to be drowned out by the pool of blood that devoured them.

Click click click click——

The creepy chewing sound echoed in the air, as if countless evil spirits were gnawing at souls.

In the center of the blood pool, bones and flesh began to connect and fuse strangely, gradually forming a miniature church.

The church is made of blood and bones, and its twisted and strange structure seems to be given life by evil forces.

The skeletons were interwoven into rib-like vaults, covered with flesh and blood, and the dripping blood formed a bloody pattern on the ground.

A huge pair of ribs held up the roof of the church. The muscles and blood vessels between the ribs swayed gently in the breeze, making an unsettling whispering sound.

The ground was covered with winding paths of hip bones and pelvises.

At the deepest part of the church, there is an altar made of skulls and ribs.

There is a huge eyeball placed on the altar.

This eyeball moves from time to time like a living thing, as if watching every soul that enters the church.

The eyeball is surrounded by thin bundles of nerves, connecting to every corner of the altar and emitting a faint dim light.

The whole church looked particularly eerie in the morning mist.

The surrounding trees have been devoured, leaving only a barren bloody land.

Pfft——

In the center of the blood pool.

The real person in charge of the human bone factory, the patriarch of the White Worm Secret Cult, and the tomb robber Mike Sabo was violently spit out by a huge bone mouth inside the church.

His body was thrown mercilessly into the air like a piece of rag, and then fell heavily into a pool of blood.

Boom——

The sticky blood splattered everywhere, and the splashing blood drops drew a strange arc in the air.

Mike's whole body was bathed in this sticky blood-colored liquid, and he felt countless tiny touches crawling on his skin, as if the blood had a life of its own.

"Cough cough cough-"

He struggled to stand, clawing at the pool of blood, which flowed through his fingers, making it difficult for him to keep his balance.

Finally, he stood up with difficulty. His old leather jacket was completely soaked and stuck to his body, looking extremely heavy.

Mike's face was covered in blood, mixed with sweat and dirt, and he looked disheveled.

His hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, and his eyes were full of fatigue and pain.

He could feel the stench of blood permeating his nasal cavity, the sticky liquid forming a thick film on his skin, and the creepy chewing sound still echoed in his ears.

Mike was…sad.

He could feel that his four godsons were dead.

Sarah Carr, the mastermind of the factory, is his most beloved godson. She is also the student he personally introduced to Sarkic and taught the [Art of Stripping].

Sara studied geology in college, but he has a horrific talent for deprivation and possesses the virtues of a Neo-Sarkite.

The reason why Mike noticed him was because he once caused a mine accident in the mining company where he worked for his own purpose.

The other party's production technique is very sophisticated, and you don't look like a student who just graduated from college at all.

So, he personally brought him in and directed his talents toward the “right path” of [stripping].

Afterwards, Sarah did not disappoint him. She became more and more skilled in working in the human bone factory, which reduced a lot of his burden. She was also willing to accept his mark.

It took Sarah only ten years to advance from the lowest level of Sarkic [Olin] to the second level [Zande].

Sarah is his most promising student. According to her talent and the route of the human body trade she is in, she should be able to be promoted to [Volutar (Wise Man/Parent)] in thirty to fifty years.

This is very important to Mike Sabo, because Sarkic beings only have five classes, excluding the unique Grand Warlock.

Most Sarkites spend their entire lives in the Second Order.

Even the most gifted members of the Sarkic spectrum will be stuck in the third tier [Sages] for a long time.

Because in the third level, the "practicing the maxims" of the Sarkic spectrum becomes increasingly important.

Both Neo-Sarkic and Old Sarkic subscribe to the same creed, with core beliefs including the following concepts:
[God-ascending/Stripping Path]:

Sarkites believe that individuals can ascend to godhood, and Karcist Ion is considered to have achieved godhood; to Proto-Sarkites, godhood is something that will happen eventually and Ion is the only way to achieve it.

But for the Neo-Sarkites, they almost believe that if someone has the ability to usurp Ion, then it is their right.

The path to godhood is synonymous with the intention of power, and the inner [path of stripping] left by Ion has been extensively revised by both the old and new Sarkic.

That is to correct Ion's [Stripping Method].

Moreover, this correction is different from the Kingdom of Heaven's exploratory, gentle, tentative and slow correction of [utopianism] based on practical needs.

Sarkic revisionism is thorough, radical, subversive, and massive.

The Proto-Sarkics completely deified Ion. They believed that Ion was in the process of becoming a god, and when he completed his transformation, this "flawed, stillborn" universe would be destroyed and reshaped into a "paradise" called the universe, where everyone would finally know salvation and happiness.

Neo-Sarkites are more radical. They are not as traditional and closed as Proto-Sarkites. They believe that Ion has already achieved the apotheosis, and individuals should strive to be like Ion and become god-like beings by gaining power, developing skills, and abandoning ethical constraints that limit their potential.

Neo-Sarkites lack the ethical and moral constraints of traditional Sarkicism, and sometimes even become its opposite.

They gave up the constraints of morality and let desire become the measure of all things.

Furthermore, some of the new Sarkites have completely strayed from their original teachings and have established collaborations with the alien beings that Ion once challenged.

This amendment would be tantamount to a direct betrayal of the path of the Grand Warlock, if it were not for the class requirements for class advancement left by Ion.

They may thoroughly embrace the transcendental [Atlanticism] that Ion and the Celestials abhor.

The reason why the "practicing maxims" of the third-level Sarkic genealogy is so important is because Ion left restrictive conditions on the [Path of Stripping].

When you reach the third stage, you have to face the three "comprehensive developments" of [the way of stripping], namely:
Divine meal, sacrifice, leading flesh and blood.

Divine meal; naturally refers to "sacred eating of gods". Sarkicism believes that there are many gods in the universe, and they can "swallow" these entities in certain ways. This is the ritual of Sarkicism and the basis of Sarkic transcendence.

Sacrifice; it can be a muscle that endures pain, only to become stronger after healing; the same is true for the mind, but the way is to cultivate tolerance for things that are unimaginable under normal circumstances - the cycle of destruction and rebirth - "Struggle, in the eyes of Sarkicism, is the best teacher."

Leading the flesh and blood; Sarkic cultists have the right to guide and herd organic matter. The cultists and the organic matter they guide coexist symbiotically, complementing each other and prospering together.

When you reach the level of [Sage], you must face these three directions. Only by continuing to cultivate in these three directions can you perfectly discover the true power of the Sarkic lineage and be promoted to the next level. These three constraints or developments are the restrictions that Ion made on the Sarkic motto "Desire is the measure of all things, do not be bound by the reins of morality."

The ritual of divine feasts prevents Sarkic people from completely turning to divine thought and [Atlasism]. Humans must be enemies of nothingness and fight against nothingness.

Sacrifice gives rise to self-denialists, ascetics, moralists, correctors, etc. among the flesh - sacrifice is the embodiment of struggle, and struggle is used to correct mistakes in the route.

Leading the flesh and blood means ensuring that members within the lineage can help each other to the minimum extent possible. Believers have the responsibility to guide and manage organic matter and help it grow and develop under the guidance of doctrine.

Ion attempted to use the [Stripping Principle] and [Three Principles of Ethics] to create an extraordinary genealogy where everyone is like a dragon.

Unfortunately, after the Grand Warlock, the Four Saints, and the Six Commanders of the superstructure disappeared one after another.

The three restraints were like the modified [Stripping Path], quickly becoming corrupted and degenerate.

The ritual of divine feasting became a ritual of cannibalism, sacrifice became sacrificing others, and the guidance of flesh led to the Sarkic Modification factions fighting each other.

The reason why Mike Sapo accepted many godsons and was optimistic about Sarah Carr was because she was one of his "livestock" training targets, and he planned to complete his class promotion by leading flesh and blood.

You should know that in the third class of [Volutar], there is a transitional stage, that is, [Great Sage/Patriarch].

The evaluation criteria at this stage is actually the extraordinary talents you have cultivated. In layman's terms, this is - "performance appraisal."

A head patriarch must lead four other patriarchs, and [Zander] and [Olin] led by these four patriarchs also belong under the name of the head patriarch.

After that, they will continue to expand their influence, and choose one of the four originals and four old men of Sarkic to continue developing until they become its religious and secular leaders, and then they will be able to be promoted to the fourth level - [Casister (Flesh Warlock/Flesh Enemy).

This is the fundamental reason why the Sarkic faction is divided and there are many small factions.

Moreover, the original meaning of performance appraisal is undoubtedly to motivate the subjective initiative of spectrum members, so that "contributions and incentives are matched" and to avoid encouraging laziness due to egalitarianism or "excessively high base salaries without responsibility."

The development of the genealogy is promoted through the dual coordination of superstructure and underlying foundation.

However, without the Sarkic pedigree of the superstructure, class audits are basically dependent on [Adult Perth] to conduct think tank assessments.

As think tanks, the gap between [Adana Perth] and Eden is even greater than the gap between humans and dogs.

In the process of formulating the assessment system, determining the assessment objects and goals, conducting performance scoring, and handling the assessment results, Sarkicism has a lack of standards, arbitrary changes, and even violates various chaos of Ion's doctrine.

Most Sarkites have discovered that, if they work together, they can distort the three major constraints.

For example, in leading flesh and blood, how many points can one get for "performance"? In today's flesh and blood, specific virtues and ethics are not considered, but only relationships and favors are considered.

Sacrifice can also mean sacrificing others. As long as the sacrificed can contribute to the research of Sarkic flesh, it is the "right struggle".

The divine meal was misinterpreted in various ways, and many cannibalistic rituals were born from the original Selch. They found that the flesh and blood of their own kind seemed to be able to better help them study the shaping of flesh and blood.

The Great Rituals of Sarkic Flesh [Red Blood Manipulation] is a horrific ritual created by feeding on the blood of large quantities of close relatives.

For the current Sarkic people, as long as they can complete the "performance", the Sarkic cults can do anything, especially the New Sarkic Cult.

There is no bottom line - this is the Sarkicism of the new era, and this is the true portrayal of the new Sarkicism in modern Terra.

Mike Sappo, who was a tomb robber, is a typical example.

Mike Sappo's parents died early, and he had to face this cruel world alone.

With his talent and perseverance, he entered an ordinary university and majored in archaeology, hoping to move towards the light through this path.

But fate played a trick on him again. In order to pay tuition, Mike took a risk and stole cultural relics, and was eventually expelled from school.

The moment he was expelled from school, Mike's world completely collapsed and he realized that following the conventional path would only lead him further into poverty and helplessness.

Therefore, he chose the dark path, and began to use his archaeological knowledge to make a living illegally and engaged in tomb robbing.

His insight and practical experience made every tomb-robbing operation efficient and secretive, and he quickly became famous in the tomb-robbing world.

By chance, Mike met a missionary of Sarkicism.

This is a mysterious and powerful religious organization centered on the teachings of its founder, Grand Karcist Ion, and practices ritual cannibalism, human sacrifice, physical augmentation, thaumaturgy, and dimensional manipulation.

This was the teaching he was exposed to, this was the Ion he was exposed to.

This teaching fascinated Mike, and he longed to learn more, craving strength and power.

The Neo-Sarkic Hermetic Order of the White Worm extended an olive branch to him, and he joined them without hesitation.

In the White Worm Secret Order, he witnessed the power of biological manipulation and how the followers transcended the physical limitations of humans.

Swollen lymph nodes and tumors become offerings on the altar.

The spread of disease is a means to purify the masses and eliminate the weak, and it is worth actively pursuing expansion.

Mike's role at the factory is to obtain bones from various sources and transport them to the Human Bone Factory.

He used his extensive tomb-robbing experience and secret channels to ensure that the process of obtaining the bones was secretive and efficient.

He planned and executed various grave-robbing operations, obtaining uncremated bodies from ancient tombs, modern cemeteries, and even hospitals and funeral homes.

He set up surveillance equipment and cordons, and used camouflaged vehicles and covert transportation routes to transport the bones to an industrial park for further processing.

As time went on, Mike became more and more cruel.

His desire for money and power drove him deeper and deeper into darkness.

He knew that what he did violated common morals and ethics, but he had no way out.

He gave his soul to the Sarkic Cult.

All for Ion's teachings.

Later, he came into contact with the real "Ion", who revealed the vast human body trade line to him and invited him.

He said, "Do you know how much flesh and soul this great human trade will lead, Sapo? Only with this great resource chain can the flesh continue to perfect the secret path, lead flesh and soul, and bear the sacrifice."

"We are creating a new world of Sarkic power, a separate world from Terra's borders. You now stand in the realm of the rising green sun."

Then, the Great Ion divided his body into fourteen parts and gave the skull to himself.

There are 22 bones in this skull, including 8 parietal bones, 1 frontal bone, 2 parietal bones, 1 occipital bone, 2 temporal bones, 1 sphenoid bone, 1 ethmoid bone, 14 facial bones...

And tell yourself: "The human bones you are responsible for are part of a miracle process. You are one of the holders of my bones. In addition to you, there are five other people who hold the bones, and one of them is the incarnation of my head, one of the fourteen saints."

In the pool of blood, Sabo felt the pain of his godson's death, his eyes bloodshot and the wrinkles on his face twisted with rage.

He gnashed his teeth and growled, "Damn it, it's all gone, all gone. I must notify the other five people now. No, just notify the Saint. He must leave the Thousand Lakes State immediately, right now!!"

"Ion's great cause, the great cause of the revival of the Adytum, cannot allow any accidents to happen in our hands."

"Come out, Skull of Osiris." Mike Sabo said in a low voice in his heart.

Then, a unique skull emerged from his hand.

The shape of this skull is delicate and peculiar, as if it had been carefully carved by countless craftsmen.

Most parts are as white as jade, with a faint luster, revealing a sacred and pure aura.

However, one of the two parietal bones began to show a little black stain.

The stain spread like corrosion, with blurred edges, as if an evil force was eroding this sacred bone.

The black stains gradually spread and invaded the white bone surface, just like darkness gradually swallowing up the light.

Sabo's fingers gently stroked the stain and felt a cold touch, as if the stain brought endless chill.

The skull trembled slightly in his hand, as if conveying some urgent message.

"I can only run it once more now. I can't let that black swan that suddenly appeared disrupt our rise plan that we have been planning for many years!"