I kill gods in my dream

Chapter 241 Derivatives of Concepts
Under the manor, the cultists who were about to pass through the tomb suddenly discovered that the murals on the surrounding walls were changing. All the original weird paintings were quickly fading away, replaced by a bright starry sky and a bird among the stars. Open eyes.

"How is this going?"

The cultists who noticed this scene looked around in surprise.

Only the knights silently grasped their swords.

"Concept modification?"

The Divine Attendant sighed in disbelief and touched the wall. His expression was hidden under his heavy helmet. Otherwise, the people next to him would definitely notice the weird expression on his face.

This change is definitely not as simple as the original mural fading away to reveal another layer of mural underneath, but a conceptual covering or modification.

Fortunately, this area seems to be uncontrolled, and it is entirely due to their actions that some corresponding changes are caused.

But why does it seem like some kind of foreign god is being worshiped here?

It is still an alien god who has never shown up, and does not even have a statue. If someone has worshiped an alien god here, and has received some gifts from the gods, and evolved his body to resemble the gods' dependents, then at least there must be a decent one. A place of worship, and a statue of the god for communication, rather than an eye on the wall.
The divine attendant looked at the mural in confusion.

The person who built this tomb gave him the feeling that he seemed to understand a little bit, but not quite. The whole place was quite rough, and many things were missing, especially the concept of gods, which was simply vague.

What's one eye?
But if you want to build such a place and make it have conceptual properties, unless there is divine intervention, it must have gone through years of management and hard work, and you must be lucky enough.

Such people or groups definitely lack knowledge of gods and understanding of extraordinary rituals.

but here.
He can only say that if this is a believer, he will definitely be punished by the gods. Even if he is just a sinner who steals the power of the gods, this seems too half-hearted.

Moreover, is the modification of this concept just a change of the mural?

The divine attendant looked up and saw the eyes hanging upside down from the ceiling, staring right at the sarcophagus below.
Unlike the calm knights, the cultists just wanted to leave this weird place as quickly as possible.

Although they are considered elite members in the cult, they have seen many extraordinary methods, and they have even received blessings from gods themselves, but that only makes their bodies stronger and their senses more acute. Faced with almost The situation was haunted, and it was difficult for them to stay calm in such a tomb, which was extremely scary according to legend.

What's even worse is that, relying on their senses, which are already beyond ordinary people, they can easily detect that things that originally existed can be easily changed and distorted reality.

Only the various firearms in their hands could bring them some comfort.

"Damn, is this place haunted?" A cultist cursed in a low voice.

Naturally, there are other cultists who are cheering: "How is it possible? Even if there is a ghost, we have a godly attendant sitting here, so what do we have to be afraid of?"

"Master Divine Attendant. But we have been here for a long time."

Everyone was whispering, and some whispered their dissatisfaction.

Especially since they have been wandering here for so long and can't find a way out, or even a way back, as if there is some kind of power that wants to trap them here.

How could anyone stay calm in this situation?
But a sudden change interrupted the increasingly noisy whispers.Bang!
The sarcophagus made a sound, as if someone was knocking inside. It was particularly loud in the silent tomb.

The cultists who were sizing up the surroundings suddenly turned around and looked at the sarcophagus in the tomb. Their faces began to turn pale, but they did not dare to act rashly. They could only stare at the sarcophagus with breathless concentration and helplessly. He was lifted up, then moved slowly, and finally fell to the ground, making a duller sound.

Under the gaze of the cultists, a figure slowly sat up from the sarcophagus.

It was not a pale corpse or a rotting corpse, but a humanoid creature that looked like it should not be dead. It was similar to the sculpture on the sarcophagus. It had pale skin, no mouth and nose, and its ears had become A pair of weird and ugly holes on both sides of the head, and a pair of octopus-like eyes, were quietly scanning everyone in the tomb.

The breathing of the cultists gradually became heavier during this glance.

They didn't know what it was or what it planned to do, but the uneasiness that made them almost want to turn around and run away made them involuntarily tighten their grip on the firearms in their hands.

"I'm sorry that I accidentally disturbed your sleep. We are willing to offer sacrifices to make up for the mistake. Of course, we also want to ask where the exit is."

The Divine Attendant said calmly.

Of course, it was in the language of gods. To the surrounding cultists, it was a strange sound that was obscure and difficult to understand, but they couldn't help but listen carefully.

After saying this, the divine servant who wanted to communicate quietly looked at the awakened humanoid creature.

Even if you don't have a mouth, you can still communicate through thoughts. Voice can be regarded as a backward communication method.

But the strange thing is that the other party didn't seem to intend to communicate. Instead, while looking at them quietly, he raised two hands that turned into tentacles, pressed them on both sides of the sarcophagus, and slowly stood up. With a height of more than two meters, he looked down at everyone with ease.

A huge bone sword slowly came out from his palm.

This meaning is self-evident. The surrounding cultists swallowed hard and carefully pulled the bolt of their guns. The humanoid creature's response was also very simple, making a roaring action.

Although there was no mouth, a scream that swept through the soul exploded in everyone's mind!

The cultists screamed and pulled the trigger, while the knights quickly raised their swords to meet the enemy. The Divine Attendant took the lead and rushed to the front, slashing at the humanoid creature with a sword.

The flames spread from the sword's edge, trying to burn the opponent's soul.

But after a moment, the eyes hidden under the thick helmet widened.

Why. Why does this creature have no soul! ?Is this thing just a zombie controlled by someone?

wrong
The priest gradually realized the problem.

This creature, which looks like some kind of alien god's family, cannot be called a creature at all. It has nothing to do with living creatures in the broad sense. It is a secondary product derived from a concept, a creature fabricated by the gods. , a doll without any filling.

But why does this kind of thing appear here? !

(End of this chapter)