The solemn atmosphere inside the stone tower was swept away.
It is like a pool of blood that cuts through the artery. The thick blood erodes and engulfs everyone. Looking around, it is full of seductive scarlet.
Click!
The extremely abrupt voice sounded, which was particularly harsh in the desolation, and it was as clear as a silver bottle burst.
Interrupted all devout believers and subconsciously looked up at the source of the sound, the huge dome at the top of the stone tower!
It was the glass dome on the top of the stone tower that was blown to pieces, and glass fragments fell from high altitude to the people below.
It seems that a giant hand lifted the curtain, and the noise of wind poured in from the height, and the white cloth covered on the top of the head was flying.
"Gentlemen," said the usual gentle voice, "Good evening."
In front of the broken glass dome, a figure stood in the air, behind which was a bright full moon.
The symbiotic tissue ejected from Yunchuan's body stuck to the surrounding walls like blood and spider silk, and he stood at the center of the interlaced spider web, looking down at the believers at his feet.
The silvery moonlight behind him illuminated the surroundings with him as the center, clearly showing the greedy and ugly faces of those believers, and the dirty and dirty inside the whole stone tower was undoubtedly revealed.
On the altar below.
Xiangshan Yangshou looked at Yunchuan's face, but there was no action or reaction.
"Why did you come here?" He asked in a puzzled tone for a long time. "Is it because we didn't treat you well?"
His face still wore that kind smile, just like a smiling face on it.
In his long life, his hands were stained with too many sins, which was enough to warn anyone who came close to him and showed how vicious and terrible he was.
But he cunningly put on a mask with closely stitched corners and side gaps, and hid everything under that kind smile mask.
Just like the lantern fish in the sea, the bright lantern attracts the ignorant fish to rush into his sharp teeth and be swallowed by him into his bottomless stomach.
"Hospitality? Is that how you treat people?"
Mihiko, who had been cheated, had never felt so angry. He stared at the same horrible smile: "What do you want to do to that woman?!"
Do what?
The old man who was questioned seemed puzzled, looked down at the angry Miyan in the distance, frowned and said, "We are offering our Lord and welcoming the birth of the Son of God."
When the words came down, the believers raised their heads, looked at the woman on the altar piously and enthusiastically, looked at the protruding abdomen pitifully and greedily, and prayed as if they were pouring out their desires.
They expect the Son of God to be born, to be cooked with fire, to be eaten separately, and to be with their "Lord"!
Son of God is "immortal", and they can also "immortal"!
"Praise my Lord!"
Listening to the fanatical singing around, Miyahiko felt that he was about to explode, and his throat was smoking because of the burning of his chest.
"Praise my Lord! The Lord and I..."
Xiang Shan was about to open his mouth, but he suddenly stopped.
Because a nearly transparent line appeared on his side face, the skin slowly split to expose the red flesh below, and the red blood slid down from the wound and soaked his face.
And on the wall behind him, the scarlet spikes sank deep into it, and the hard bricks and stones cracked and white ash splashed.
“……”
Xiangshan's smile became a little stiff, and his prayer did not come out after all.
He just raised his right thumb, gently ran his knuckles across the wound and rubbed it on his lips, with a flash of obsession in his eyes.
The bloodstain was completely healed and recovered in just a few seconds at the speed visible to the naked eye.
"Miyahiko."
Without looking at him, Yunchuan looked down at the angry Miyan over there with a deep meaning in his voice: "I'll give you three seconds."
After saying that, he stretched out three fingers and whispered: "3."
Only, three seconds.
On hearing the words, Miyahiko took a deep breath.
He knew that these three seconds were only for him.
"Can't you see it?"
Miyahiko pulled the nearest believer beside him, shook her shoulder forcefully and shouted, "He is a liar! He is deceiving you! What god is there in the world?!"
If there is a "god" in this world, how can his kind-hearted father be mercilessly murdered by others, leaving only a cold tombstone?
If there is a "god" in this world, he cries and asks the god not to take away his mother's sick life, why hasn't he received a response?
If there is a "God" in this world, who is listening to the constant wailing and crying in the fire of war, wouldn't he have half pity?
No, No God!
At the top, Yunchuan shook his head, took up one finger and whispered, "2."
"Why plunder life?" Miyahiko looked at them and whispered weakly, "Why trample on life?"
"Because this is the oracle of the Lord!"
He raised his hands to the old woman beside the mountain, turned to look up at the stone statue of the evil god, and his expression was crazy: "trample on life! Plunder life! Please my lord! Give us abundant grace!"
"Give them to the Lord!"
The sound climbed from low to high.
The cold feeling on the head is enough to stimulate the instinct of human survival. The nerves of many believers are twitching crazily to send a signal of escape to the brain.
But strangely, they did not escape.
It even broke out incomparable cohesiveness and something similar to belief, and slowly surrounded Miyahiko and Changmen, singing the swaying hymn.
"Death is rebirth!"
"The Lord gives us abundant grace! Death is a new life!"
If it is in the story of legendary murals and words, this scene is that the pilgrims offer sacrifices to the gods.
Seeing all this weird and weird, Miyahiko only felt cold like falling into an ice cellar.
The anger in his chest was gradually covered by the cold feeling, which spread to his skin, jaw and ears, and the cold feeling continued to spread to his whole body.
try to please? To please the gods?
Where is the pleasure? What's interesting?
"You guys..."
Miyahiko slowly closed his eyes and said in a painful voice, "What do you think life is?"
These guys in front of them have been thoroughly brainwashed. Maybe each of them has his own pain and regret, so they can only hope in the so-called "God".
Impose one's own misfortune on others.
Drops.
A drop of scarlet blood fell from the top of the tower and splashed on the ground. It was clear and penetrating, and also interrupted the fanatical singing.
Then came the rainstorm, and the noisy rain in the tower washed the eyes of every believer.
They subconsciously twitched their nostrils, but could smell the endless wind whirling in the rainstorm.
It wasn't a rainstorm, it was just bright red blood!
Many believers subconsciously looked up and saw many twisted shadows falling down.
Bang!!
First, the body of an old man who lost his limbs and head hit the altar and dented the skeletons.
As if it was twisted by brute force, the bone and flesh at the fracture twisted and rotated to explode rotten meat.
Then, in the faint light of the moon above.
The only thing I saw was the head of a crazy old man, and the broken limbs and arms were dumped down like gravel.
If Miyahiko opened his eyes, he could recognize that not long ago, this face was still a gentle and kind smile. Looking at him was like looking at his own children.
Everyone can smell the ferocity of choosing people above, and the terrible and suffocating threat clearly sticks to their faces, which is enough to make people shake their teeth and flee in fear.
However, no one chose to escape, and the voice of prayer became more devout.
Death is not terrible, death is rebirth.
"Time is up." The indifferent voice seemed to be the god of death.
Yunchuan looked down at Miyahiko and the believers below. The blood red fog enveloped him, condensed scarlet face armor on his face, and more sharp scarlet tentacles protruded from behind.
At the next moment, countless sharp blasts played in the tower.