I became a member of the ancient gods

Chapter 146 The Eucharist of the Ancient Gods

In an abandoned city in the south, the Lord of Time slowly walked through the passage of an underground parking lot, followed by a column of soldiers wearing skull masks.

The parking lot has been converted into a dungeon, divided into dozens of cells with brick walls and bars.

There were people in several cells, all of whom were in shabby clothes and looked disheveled.

The footsteps of the Lord of Time echoed in the dungeon with the sound of hammers. Some people in the cells raised their faces in horror, their faces turned ashen. They knew what these footsteps meant.

The strangely huge body of the Lord at that time walked past the fence, and most of the detainees shrank their bodies into the innermost corner of the cell in panic, hoping in vain to reduce their sense of existence in the eyes of the monster.

When the Lord passed by a cell, he found the woman in the cell lying motionless on the floor, with a young man taking care of her next to her.

He turned his head and without saying anything, the two skull-faced soldiers opened the cell corridor and entered.

The young prisoner's expression changed, he yelled and rushed over to stop the soldier, but was knocked to the ground by the butt of his rifle.

One soldier held the boy down easily while another went over to check on the woman's condition.

"My lord, she is still alive, but she is already very weak." The soldier reported respectfully, "Do you want to use her as a 'sacrament'?"

The Lord of Time did not speak, but raised his hand and pointed.

The soldiers immediately took action, lifting up the woman who was already unconscious due to the high fever and dragging her out of the cell, and followed the Lord of Time away.

The boy who was beaten so hard that his mouth was full of blood was hit hard on his chin. His vision turned black and the world was spinning.In a daze, he saw the woman being taken out of the cell, struggling to get up, and being kicked over by the soldier who was about to close the door.

"Don't be afraid, child." The last member of the Deathstroke Order to leave locked the door and said to the boy in a kind voice, "God will grant everyone equal judgment. Human beings are destined to die, and her flesh and blood can become God's Holy Spirit. Meal is her honor.”

"Madman, you crazy people! You all have to die! I'm going to kill you all!!"

The Lord of Time led the believers out of the dungeon. The boy's desperate roar gradually weakened behind him and disappeared completely after they entered the elevator.

They took the elevator to the ground. This building was originally an exhibition hall, but now it has become the research institute of the Deathstroke Order - or, in other words, the training room.

The windowless corridor was minimally lit, ending in a gate.

The Lord of Time walked to the door. The believer had already turned on the switch. The gate slowly rose. On the other side of the door, there was a huge room. There seemed to be a huge reservoir in the center of the room. The pond was covered with a transparent The protective cover made of nanofiber mesh and reinforced glass looks like an ice cap on the lake.

The Lord of Time walked above the ice cap and looked down. A circle of searchlights illuminated the situation below.

There is no water in this "reservoir", but a monster is imprisoned.

The monster looked like a pool of squirming dark red ooze, but there was a face that resembled a ghost mask floating in the ooze. The ghost face had no other facial features except its eyes.

It stared at the Time Lord, silent.

The priest planted the upper body, the crawler.

The Lord of Time gave a signal, and the believers opened a small entrance on the lid, and threw the woman directly into the creeper.

The creeper reacted immediately, extending a tentacle from the ooze-like body, and quickly stuck to the woman's body like a toad or chameleon's tongue and dragged it over. The unconscious woman was dragged onto the ooze in the blink of an eye.

Then, her body and clothes began to melt at the same time, turning into a thick, viscous liquid of mixed colors like burnt wax.

The creeper directly absorbs it with its ooze-like body, efficiently swallowing it completely.

The Lord of Time quietly observed the eating. After a long time, he saw the creeper finish eating and speak a murky and obscure language.

The surrounding believers suddenly became excited and knelt down to worship. This language was the gospel of God to them.

The creeper also heard these words, and obviously reacted. It stretched its body, and its ghost-like face came closer to the Lord of Time, staring directly at him with its eyes.

But its response was nothing more than that, neither making more actions nor responding with words.

He has not yet awakened his wisdom, and is still far away from evolution - the Lord of Time quickly made an evaluation of the Creeper.

"The individual closest to evolution can only reach this level?" the Lord of Time asked a monk wearing a cloak at the scene.

"Please forgive my lord, if you wish, I am willing to become a sacrifice and take responsibility." The monk kowtowed to the Lord of Time.

"It's meaningless." The Lord of Time sneered.

The Lord of Time used humans who believed in the ancient gods to build this deserted city into the base of the Deathstroke Cult.

He raised abyssal creatures there, made them kill and hunt each other, selected individuals to evolve, fed humans to the superior species, made them wise, and finally made them grow into apostles under his control.

The three giants were the successful works of this base over the years, but they were damaged during the attack on District [-].

It is not that easy to train another apostle in the short term. This fact makes the Lord of Time increasingly restless.

"My Lord, the contact of the 'Red Moon Witch'." A believer cautiously stepped forward to report.

The Lord of Time thought for a moment and replied, "Connect."

A light suddenly came down, and a holographic projection of a beautiful woman appeared in the light column.

Erin, the red moon witch.

"Is something wrong?" The Lord of Time stared at Irene's projection indifferently.

"My father is very concerned about your progress. Ever since you took over my job out of dissatisfaction, I have been sincerely waiting for the good news of your triumph. As a result, the news has not come, so I can only take the initiative to contact you. You! I want to admire the head of the Dawn Hunter, can’t you?" Irene covered her mouth and smiled.

The Lord of Time fell into silence. After a long time, he spoke: "Did you deliberately conceal that information?"

"What are you referring to? It seems that you have encountered unexpected resistance?" The smile on Eileen's face became even brighter. "Does it mean the giant priest of the Enzi Society, or the nun? Or... a person close to you. A man with authority, or a woman with tentacles?”

"You really know! Did you do something?" the Lord of Time asked.

"You were the one who refused to share information earlier. I have no obligation to tell you." Eileen spread her hands, "Oh, if this continues, you will never have the chance to catch up with my father."

"Shut up!!" The Lord of Time interrupted impatiently.

"How about you seriously consider my previous proposal? You clearly know my true situation, and I am very serious about it." Eileen said looking at the Lord of Time.

"But you are untrustworthy." The Lord of Time stared at Irene, "Far more untrustworthy than the 'Silver Key'."

(End of this chapter)