I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 120 The Original Son
Now that Captain Nello had spoken, everyone quickly packed up their belongings, and used soil and cloth as scabbards to put the twelve sharp blades in place.

Nello, Clovette, and Marina each carried four sharp blades, while Watson, who seemed guilty, carried Gunther's body on his back.

It seems that this is not the first time Nelo has dealt with the corpse of his companion during an expedition. He took out a bottle of clear viscous oil mixed with particles like ashes from his arms, and poured it on Gansel's chest. Immediately, wisps of cold air rose from the white wound caused by excessive blood loss.

Nain Watson's 360-degree rotation of the blade seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice. This layer of ice seemed thin, but it could effectively suppress the smell of blood, and even Watson could no longer smell it. Sweet and fragrant.

Everyone walked back along the way they came from, passing through the groom's layer full of broken corpses like walking on thin ice, trying not to make any noise.

Watson looked at the dry shells on both sides with his peripheral vision, looked at their withered but gnarled muscles, and felt the cold winter and sharp breath contained in their bodies... He looked up at Nelo who was returning satisfied. Bacchus shook his head slowly, thinking in his heart: "Nello... you are the one who is wrong, can a mere twelve sharp blades satisfy you? These 32 broken walking corpses that have not rotted for a thousand years, It is the biggest treasure on the first three floors of this underground pyramid space!"

"If I were to lead and control these 32 invulnerable and powerful shattered walking corpses...the uncompetitive career of William McConaughey at that time must have been an easy task for me!"

They returned all the way back to the Mithraic cave on the ground. Kalsa and Lido, who were staying behind, were a little surprised to see the newcomer John carrying Gansel's body on his back, but after hearing Clovet's explanation, they also agreed Nodding, he looked at Watson who was carrying the corpse with appreciative eyes.

Watson just smiled embarrassingly, and then a group of people hurried towards the city before the night completely dissipated.

When they reached the urban area, they put Gansel down from behind, and Watson and Nello seemed to be helping their drunk companions to transport the cold corpse back to Crossroads Hospital.

When the first ray of dawn fell, Watson delivered Gunther's body to Nello, and his old subordinate said that I would first put the body in the morgue inside the hospital, Mr. Watson. Go back to the dormitory and rest first, I can do the rest of the work by myself.

So they went back to the staff dormitory building together with Croweite, and after saying goodnight to each other, they closed the door and fell asleep in their respective beds separated by a wall.

Watson lay on the bed and was not in a hurry to fall asleep. He sorted out what he saw and heard tonight in his mind, and sorted out the direction of the future.

"When I enter Mansu next time, I may be able to follow the trail of the dead and find the real Gate of Pure White."

"But what is the price for opening the door of pure white? It's a pity that when I joined the exploration, Nello and the others had already opened the second most important door of the underground pyramid, otherwise I could have taken the opportunity to see the conditions for opening the door."

"There is also the scene inside the bridegroom's layer, those cobalt blue crystalline fruits hanging from the ceiling... Is this a replica of the scene in Zimansu? Is there such a place full of life hidden behind the pure white door?" Where is the fruit of light? The well in the forest can be exchanged for vitality, and the rocky boulder contains the influence of enlightenment, so what good or bad can this fruit of light bring me?"

"The most important thing is the stag's gate, which is related to the advancement of the comprehensible... The huge deer head guarding the gate, according to the past memory of Mothunmi, is a re-enactment of the unknown creature named Gribe... I want to pass Stag's Gate, you must answer Gribe's riddle."

"And Gribe in the real Mansu may ask another riddle... How can I show the correct answer then? The answers to these riddles seem to be secrets related to deeper secret transmission... Wouldn't it be necessary to ensure that you are proficient in the nine secret traditions to pass through the stag gate 100%?!"

"The blade ladder and the river in the painting behind the stag gate... Is it a replica scene or some kind of metaphor? Does the blade ladder mean that secret messengers can only climb up step by step if they endure pain and disaster?"

Watson would like to take advantage of this moment to dream and walk into the Mansu woodland to test his conjecture... But it's not the time, he is living with so many esoteric believers now, God knows if they have some kind of test to get in and out of Mansu You can find yourself traveling to Mansu in your dream.

Or if he accidentally meets other believers in Mansu, how should he explain it? According to the characters he came into contact with in the woodland before, all of them came from near London. Although the woodland is boundless, it is obvious that The regions where the esoteric believers go in their dreams are also related to the location of the waking world. Now that he is dreaming, it is very likely that he will meet other believers in the forest!

So Watson could only suppress his inner curiosity and fall asleep in a mortal way.

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The time went back to a little earlier, when the group at the Crossroads Hospital had just left the Mithraic Cave.

They didn't notice that a large pool of blood flowing from Gunther's heart was spreading towards the edge of the platform, slowly dripping down the dark abyss at the bottom.

This seemingly bottomless abyss is actually only nearly a hundred feet deep, and the bottom of the abyss presents a funnel-like shape, so the heart and blood flowing down along the inner wall of the abyss straight down to the deepest bottom, dripping to the bottom of the abyss. With a body as dry as a pile of firewood.

The weak vitality contained in the blood nourished the withered body, and those wrinkled flesh and blood slowly returned to life, and then more fresh blood flowed down.

An ancient sleeping body is gradually recovering. Its flesh and blood are being nourished and rejuvenated. The four sharp and slender tongues are greedily licking the dripping blood, passing it to the internal digestive cavity, and absorbing it in a more efficient way. vitality.

thud thud thump, the sound of heavy hammers hitting the wall came from the dark abyss, mixed with the piercing sound of sharp knives.

Smelling the fresh and sweet fragrance, the revived body climbed all the way to the top platform. The four fleshy tongues swept back and forth, completely inhaling the blood that hadn't completely dried up.

It sniffed the smell of blood and food left in the air, shook its dazed head that had not been used for many years, followed the rules of the flow of odor factors, and saw that the warrior's door that had not been opened for many years had actually been opened, and It's not closed yet! ! !
Can we finally get out of this place! ! !

The heads looked at each other, almost weeping with joy.

They nodded in unison, controlled seven arms and thirteen legs to step on the ground, and rushed towards other floors. cave, and violently smashed open the guarded stone altar... Although a head, two arms, and four legs were lost in the process, compared with the coming freedom, all the costs are worth it! ! !
Its remaining three heads were streaming tears, and its huge body lay prone on the ground, feeling the stench of the soil, sniffing the fragrance of the green grass, and inhaling the turbid and rich oxygen.

It looked up at the gray sky, and couldn't help roaring:
"I, Julius, the native son - I am free at last!!!"

(End of this chapter)