It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

Liu Zheng asked.

"No, it's just a statue. The body of the Twisted Saint is not here."

The old woman shook her head.

"Where is that?"

"You have too many questions, stranger. Wait until you have passed the Great Baptism before asking them."

The old woman was getting impatient.

"Okay, can I specify the reward?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"What reward do you want?"

the old woman asked.

"I think that's good."

He pointed to the foot of the statue.

There was a wide-mouthed wooden cup filled with golden, viscous liquid.

"You want to distort the Holy Grail?"

The old woman's eyes grew alert.

"is it not OK?"

Liu Zheng asked back.

So this thing is called the Twisted Holy Grail?

The task list at the City Hall requires the Golden Ointment of Painful Miracle.

It was because he felt that what the city hall wanted might be related to the Church of Pain that he took the initiative to request the baptism.

However, the content in the Twisted Holy Grail looks very much like ointment. Perhaps the city hall does not want the cup itself, but the content inside.

The old woman stared at Liu Zheng for a long time, then walked to the front of the twisted saint statue.

She fell to her knees and then used her head to butt the twisted saint's legs.

Once, twice, three times, until her forehead was bleeding, she stood up.

"Okay, if you pass the Great Baptism, I will give you the Twisted Grail."

The old woman turned around and said.

Blood was all over her face, and she looked horrible.

"Clang clang clang!"

The helmeted man tapped three times rapidly with his key.

“This is a revelation from our Lord.”

The old woman said sternly.

The man in the helmet held the key in his hand and lowered his head unwillingly.

"Then let's get started."

Liu Zheng said calmly.

(End of this chapter)

261. Chapter 260 Liu Zheng: Increase the intensity, I am about to fall asleep

261.

The great baptism is about to begin.

The old woman looked at Liu Zheng standing in front of the Twisted Saint with excitement on her face.

For many years, ever since the failure of the previous church elder, no one has dared to attempt the baptism.

It’s not because the remaining believers are not devout enough, but if a few more die, there will be no one left in the church.

Fortunately, baptism does not necessarily have to be done by someone from the church, as long as the other party is willing.

Judging from the fact that this stranger could easily withstand the acupuncture treatment with added ingredients, this baptism still has a chance of being successful.

"Get ready to start."

The old woman said to the helmeted man.

The man with the helmet nodded, then dragged over a large box that had been prepared long ago.

When the mechanism is pressed, the big box automatically unfolds into twelve sides like a Rubik's Cube, and each side contains a torture instrument.

There are twelve months in a year, and each month corresponds to a baptism.

The great baptism is to undergo all twelve months of baptism at once.

Naturally, only non-humans can endure this kind of inhuman torture.

Saints throughout the ages, even if they passed the great baptism at the time, would die from various sequelae afterwards.

Of course, after their death, their bodies would perform different miracles to inspire other believers.

"Holy Lord of Pain, we gather here to show you the piety and courage of mankind. May you enjoy this great pain and send down miracles to encourage the world."

"Great Twisted Saint, may your suffering bless us and allow the Great Baptism to be a success."

The old woman faced the statue and prayed quietly.

At this moment, nails were also hammered into her body.

Two nails are placed on the shoulders and one on the chest, symbolizing the miracles that come with following the Twisted Saint.

The old woman's physique was obviously not as good as the helmeted man's. She turned pale after three nails were driven into her.

If the baptism happened more often, she would kill herself hosting it.

All we can say is that it is reasonable for the Church of Suffering to have fallen to this level.

"let's start."

The old woman turned around and said to the man in the helmet.

The helmeted man nodded and took out a leather bag from the box.

He walked behind Liu Zheng, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the statue, put the pocket over the latter's head, and then slowly tightened it.

The specially made pocket gradually fitted Liu Zheng's face, completely expelling the air inside.

Then the helmeted man pounded on his chest hard, pushing the air out of his lungs.

The helmeted man used his force skillfully, only shaking out the air in his lungs without hurting his lungs and ribs at all.

This is the baptism of January, the baptism of suffocation.

With Liu Zheng's superb physique, he naturally consumes a lot of oxygen.

Soon, a feeling of suffocation came from deep within his brain.

His nostrils twitched subconsciously, trying to take in some air, but he got nothing except a leather bag that emitted a faint odor.

It has to be said that this baptism was a heavy blow to Liu Zheng.

He could overcome the pain from physical injuries, but he could not fight the cells' instinct for oxygen.

Soon, he began to grab his throat, trying to relieve the discomfort.

Liu Zheng's suprasternal fossa, supraclavicular fossa, intercostal space and soft tissue under the xiphoid process were sunken due to excessive inhalation, which looked extremely terrifying.

An Ke on the side turned his head away, unable to bear to watch any longer.

As for Marianne and the three children, they were sent back to their rooms, as the scene was not fit for them to watch.

The calico cat squatted on the side, licking its paws nonchalantly.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes

It was five minutes before Dou Helmet finally took off the pocket.

Liu Zheng first coughed violently, then greedily breathed in the air around him.

His cheeks and lips turned black and blue, a sign of severe hypoxia.

In fact, if it weren't for the effect of "rebirth of flesh and blood", he would have died once.

"very good."

The old woman nodded with satisfaction.

This level doesn't look that bloody, but it is quite difficult to pass.

In fact, the more physically fit a person is, the more difficult it is to pass this level.

As for Liu Zheng's reaction during the process, she didn't care.

Whether you endure pain or indulge in pain, it is what the Lord of Pain wants to see.

The helmeted man did not give Liu Zheng much time to catch his breath, and took out a bell the size of a human head from the box.

He placed the clock upside down on Liu Zheng's head and began to hit the clock with the key.

The huge noise directly impacted Liu Zheng's brain through bone conduction. The dense and chaotic music tortured his body and mind.

Noise above 60 decibels can make people feel weak, tired and sleepy. Noise above 90 decibels can make people anxious, irritable and depressed. Noise above 120 decibels can cause hearing loss or permanent deafness.

The noise produced by this special bell exceeds 140 decibels.

Even Anko, who was watching on the side, couldn't stand it. He blocked his ears and felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

Blood oozed out of Liu Zheng's nose and ear holes, gathered at the tip of his chin, and then dripped onto the floor.

His nerves and blood vessels were damaged by the noise, and he showed symptoms of intracranial hemorrhage.

However, "Flesh and Blood Reborn" fully demonstrates its effectiveness.

His cerebral blood vessels kept rupturing and repairing, and his brain tissue kept deforming and recovering.

I didn’t know how much time passed in this dizzy state, and the bell finally stopped.

The helmeted man took down the bronze bell. Liu Zheng's face was already covered with a thick layer of blood crust, which was the mark left by the rupture of the capillaries on his face.

"Can you hear me?"

the old woman asked.

"Waibi, Waibi?"

He tilted his head and replied.

"What did you say?"

"Waibibabu?"

Liu Zheng looked even more confused than she was.

"It looks like his brain is broken."

The old woman said regretfully.

It's broken, so be it, as long as you're still alive.

The Lord of Pain does not care whether it is a wise man or a fool who completes the baptism.

It is better to say that being too smart or too stupid is both a kind of suffering.

"I'm just kidding. The noise is not as bad as my singing."

Liu Zheng wiped the blood off his face and said calmly.

"Please increase the intensity. I'm almost falling asleep."

He said arrogantly.

"Good good."

The old woman was not angry but happy.