Wake up the mystery behind the scenes

Chapter 45: 45 Sacrifices

After a while, another car came to pick them up.

The Priest Wawin took the priest next to him and sat directly into the car.

The car drove to the outskirts of Montt, and ended up in a wealthy area where villas were clustered.

“Priest, here it is? ”

“Witness to the place that belongs to our miracles. ”

The car stopped in front of one of the villas, and the servants looked very restrained after the two got out of the car.

He swallowed his saliva, and he, who had been educated by the culture of the Okyum god religion, looked a little rusty standing in front of this mansion.

Only then did he look back at the driver, who wore a thick mask that almost covered the lower half of his face and only showed his eyes.

The Priest of Wawin nodded to the other party, and then led the priest next to him inside.

You don’t have to ring the doorbell.

The Priest Wawin did not act like a visiting guest.

And the people in the house seemed to have known that someone would come, and deliberately opened the door to leave a gap.

The Priest of Wawin pushed open the door directly, and did not greet the priest, but walked in familiarly, as if he had often come here.

The priest behind gritted his teeth and followed the priest.

Entering the living room, the decoration style is particularly simple, the furniture is somewhat monotonous, sofa, dining table, seat, and a felt carpet full of other styles on the floor.

Other than that, there is nothing.

But there were a lot of oil paintings on the walls, and the attainment of these oil paintings was very high, and the priest did not know much about art, but he intuitively thought that these were very good works.

“Can you appreciate the implications? ”

Watching the priests following behind frequently look at the oil paintings on the walls, Priest Wawin suddenly asked.

The priest shook his head blankly, and he said, “I just feel that there are so many paintings hanging, which is a little strange.

I just think some of the paintings are more beautiful. ”

“Then you can’t raise the interest of the guild president! Priest Wawin shook his head in disappointment, and he continued to enter a stairwell-like door inside, and turned back and said, “Come down with me!” ”

The priest hurriedly followed, which was the entrance to a basement, and after entering it was a deep staircase.

By this time the Walvin priest had gone down.

The priest could only follow and wait until he came down the stairs and walked to the end.

The space inside was quite spacious, and he suddenly found that there was not only the Vawin priest who had just come down in the basement.

There were more than a dozen people standing here.

But on the floor is a bright red painting with flesh and blood motifs.

Make the sacrificial servant’s scalp tingle.

They gathered around a wooden table and formed a circle, at which point they all turned their heads to look at the newly disembarked priests.

The priest was a little stunned, he saw that these people were all wearing different masks, and there were only two people inside who did not wear masks.

One was the Priest of Wavin, and the other was a friend of the Priest of Wawen who had visited the temple last night.

The other party maintained a gentle and cheerful smile on his face, treating people like a spring breeze.

“He’s a priest?

Are you going to invite him to membership? Priest of Wavin. ”

One of them asked, they were wearing very ordinary masks, with no characteristics, like plasterboard covering their faces.

It’s just revealing the contours of a face.

Priest Wawin did not answer him directly, but looked at Kavendi on the side and said, “When this kid first came, he was still looking at Ling’s paintings.

But it’s a pity that he doesn’t understand the meaning at all, in fact, I don’t understand either … Hahaha, after all, this is art! ”

Finally, he said, “I don’t plan to introduce him to the club.” ”

It is an answer for the person who just asked the question.

He continued to say to Cavendi: “This kid was unlucky and was directly caught by the Holy Son in the church of St. Neil.

Finally, release it separately! ”

“Well, let’s pray first, come, come you.” Cavendi beckoned the priest to come over, preferably closer.

Cavendi seemed to have a unique charm, and he beckoned to the priest, who did not appear as nervous as he had just arrived.

He walked over slowly, but his eyes were focused on the mysterious object covered with cloth on the square table.

“Let’s get started, guys. Cavendi asked the priest to stand directly opposite the square table, in the middle of the crowd, and then he signaled to the rest.

Everyone except the priests began to bow their heads and pray, but their prayers were so soft that even the priests standing beside Cavendi could not hear what Cavendi was chanting.

The sacrificial servants also bowed their heads and prayed to the mother goddess worshiped by the Okyum Cult, the believers and priests of the Okyum Sect, who believed in the mother of the gods.

The mother of all spirits, the goddess of life and death ‘Pimir’!

Legend has it that after she split from the heaven and earth hedging, she was born on the sacred mountain of Okyum, which can reach the heavenly realm, and the mother god Pimir alone gave birth to the gods on the sacred mountain of Okyum.

She even drilled a small hole in her stomach with an awl, allowing divine blood to flow out and flow down the sacred mountain of Okyoum, forming the river of the world’s rivers ‘Andunwa Long River’!

All living beings were born from this long river of Andunwa, including human beings.

Mother Pimir asked her eldest son to teach the newborn human beings how to survive, how to herd, how to farm, and finally. How to sacrifice Pimir, the mother god who created their beings.

This is the origin of the Okyum cult, which originated from the ancient civilization of the Andunwa River Valley.

It took thousands of years of development to get to its current scale.

The priest tried to pray to Pimir, but was horrified to find that he could not make a single sound or say a word.

At the same time, the strength in his body seemed to be drained.

The whole person lies on his back on the ground.

“Sacrifice for the great Azira! Cavendi suddenly shouted.

The people around them did this in unison, and the eyes exposed by their masks lost a color called rationality, but more fanaticism!

Fear refilled the heart of the priest, even stronger than the panic after being caught by the Son of the Holy Bishop.

He looked at the Priest of Wawin on the side with doubtful and pleading eyes.

“Our goddess Pimir, the goddess of the Okyum Sect, has given birth to gods, and its Buddha-figures have also turned into many flesh-and-blood gods and held different duties!

The same should be true of Azira, except that we in the Okyum Cult have no records of this.

After all, thousands of faces are different flesh and blood incarnations of the mother god, and the moment I met Kavendi, I knew it!

The miracles born under the Azira faith are miracles that belong to our Okyoum cult.

Even if He is not one of the thousands of flesh-and-blood incarnations of the Mother God, he must be one of the many sons of God that has not been recorded! ”

The Vawin priest looked down at the terrified priest.

“The priests presided over the rituals of sacrifice to the gods.

As a priest of the Okyum Cult, you know that in our tradition, the greatest sincerity and the most perfect sacrifice to God are offered… It is us believers ourselves.

To be a sacrifice is not to perish, but to return to the Mother God to serve, to return to the flesh and blood that were bred. ”

Priest Wavin’s tone was full of fanaticism: “You should be proud! This is a supreme honor. ”

The sacrificial servants on the ground were drained even of the last bit of strength in moving their heads.

He could only stare at the ceiling above, and a drop of blood fell from above and fell on the face and body of the priest.

Soon he felt sticky on his body, and he finally saw the terrifying scene on the ceiling.

A naked man was lying flat on the ceiling.

On the outermost edge, there are red blood vessels nearly a hundred finger thick that extend outward, like a blood-red millipede, hanging steadily upside down on the top of the head.

There is a special cocoon on it, the size of a fist, and the outside looks like a thin layer of skin that has been scraped.

“Growing again. Cavendy’s eyes were bloodshot, the opposite of his gentle side.

At this time, he was just an avid believer.

“I know you’re still hungry, so enjoy your breakfast, although it’s a little late.”

We will protect you well from dying at the hands of that damned Son like another brother. ”

Cavendi thought that in the pond next to Withro’s house, the brother died at the hands of the Holy Bishop and the Son on the first night of his birth.

How pitiful it was, it was just going out to forage for food at night, and if it weren’t for Azira’s response last night, Cavendi wouldn’t have known about it.

The priest’s eyes widened with only fear and despair, and he suddenly found that the man above was still alive, and the other party’s eyes had just opened slightly, and then closed in pain.

He is still alive, but it is certainly better to live than to die.

And the appearance of this man is quite similar to that of the priest’s friend.

Several beads of blood fell on his eyes, plunging the priest into the darkness of despair.

The low blood above began to thicken, and on the ceiling, Kavendi’s younger brother, Kasso’s naked body, he actually grew fine red spots, like thousands of tiny red worms, burrowing out of his skin.

The people on the side looked at the scene in front of them with appreciative eyes, and the body of the sacrifice trembled instinctively in midair, and then . Come to an end.

They looked up at the horrific miracle, and Priest Wawin even wiped the teardrops from the corners of his eyes.

Cavendi raised his hand and waved gently in the air, as if creating a painting in the air.

Obviously, this scene in front of him brought him great inspiration.

Then the men got closer and closer, bumping into each other like a pack of hyenas waiting for a reward.

Suddenly, a cloud of plasma erupted above his head.

Cover all these people, and then a burst of excited shouts, like the celebration of the demons.

They all lay on the ground, enjoying the bounty, like maggots thrown into their plasma.

Cavendi shouted, “Not enough, more sacrifices, and more food for our brothers.” ”

(End of chapter)