Endless Debt

Bann has been living in Qiushang Town since the day it fell. As a priest, he worked hard to maintain the only church in the town. Some people persuaded him to leave this land of right and wrong, but he But he couldn't bear to leave. Ben felt that because this place was plunged into darkness, it needed God's light even more.

Ben thought he could bring some hope to the town, but what happened in front of him was destroying his mind bit by bit.

All the doors and windows of the church were sealed, and it had not received any believers since a few days ago. Within the church, all the chairs were overturned and piled into the corners, leaving a large area vacant.

Under the stained glass, under the gaze of the gods, several corpses were placed in the center. People in robes were bending over, drawing blood from the corpses, and drawing huge ritual patterns.

The blood on the floor, walls, windows, and even the people themselves outlined strange lines, distorting the entire space into a deformed and grotesque appearance.

Ben's hands and feet were tied, and he huddled in the corner tremblingly. He witnessed the nuns and priests being dragged away one after another.

Ben's face turned pale. He knew very well that his life was not due to the kindness of these cultists. He had seen this situation in the book. The cultists were arranging some kind of evil ritual. They kept him because They needed a living sacrifice.

"God...if you really exist, why don't you send down the Holy Judgment?"

Ben burst into tears and whispered a prayer.

The cultists seemed to have heard Ben's prayer, and they all laughed weirdly, like some kind of deformed birds, laughing loudly.

As the ritual array was gradually completed, the bloody and oppressive feeling in the church became more intense, and the air became gray and blurry, as if there was some invisible thing crawling in the air.

It is in another world, and now it has been summoned by the cultists, almost breaking through the shackles of the barrier and coming here.

The walls are seeping blood, and the ground, glass, and all materials stained with blood are seeping blood in turn. Strong cognitive distortions affect Bann. He looks at the golden sculpture that sheds blood and tears. It is obviously his own body day and night. Something to serve, but now he couldn't tell what it was.

Ben knew there was no hope.

There were sounds of footsteps, and someone came out of the cellar. Ben turned his head hard and could barely see the person's appearance.

He was wearing a black robe and a white puppet mask on his face. In this bloody hell, the white on his face was so dazzling.

"So, delusional, we have a deal."

Another man walked out of the cellar and stretched out his hand to the delusional man. The delusional man hesitated, but still extended his hand.

The man looked at the existence in front of him carefully. He tried to see any flaws, but the delusional man had his whole body tightly wrapped. Even the outstretched palms were wearing gloves.

"Those alchemy equipment will play a big role. I hope you won't disappoint me." A cold voice sounded from under the mask.

"That's for sure. We will never stop fighting against the pagans of the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce, not to mention that they also stole our sacred objects and actually want to sell them."

The man gritted his teeth and said that in the eyes of this crazy cultist, the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce, as merchants, was actually called a heretic. It seemed that these merchants also believed in something.

"Aren't you afraid? The Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce is under the protection of their gods." The delusional man was curious about the man's courage.

"But beneath our feet, our most powerful warrior chosen by God is also sleeping peacefully."

The man's voice was a little fanatical, and his eyes were crimson.

"Oh? Is this your purpose?" The delusional man seemed to have noticed something.

"Do you know what's down here?"

Noticing the delusional man's reaction, the man was a little surprised. The guy in front of him knew more than he thought, which made him a little more vigilant.

"It has nothing to do with me anyway. I just want to get what I want...and whether the information is true or false."

The delusional man has no intention of getting involved in the quarrels of these lunatics.

Hearing this, the man laughed, and another cultist came over, carrying a suitcase.

The man took the suitcase and handed it to the delusional man.

"This is what you deserve, the blood of eternal life that I personally refined."

"Oh? It was actually refined by the Scarlet Bishop himself? That's really precious." There was a look of fear on his mouth, but the delusional man's tone was still cold, and there was no trace of awe.

"There is also the information you want." At the end of the transaction, Scarlet Bishop Latis' voice deepened, "It's true. Those rumors are all true."

"The merchants found a fruit of fantasy and wanted to offer it to the great tyrant."

This short sentence set off huge waves in the delusional man's heart. Fortunately, the mask blocked all his expressions and no emotion was revealed.

Turning his head, the delusional man looked at the blood-covered church. The cultists had dragged Bane out from the corner and placed the general in the pile of corpses, preparing to perform the last rites.

"Want to see with your own eyes? How do we refine the eternal blood?" Latis asked.

"It's nothing more than calling the devil and then making a deal with him... or offering a sacrifice. It's meaningless."

The delusional man was not interested in this. He picked up his suitcase and prepared to leave. But when he reached the door, he stopped again and warned Latis.

"The Bureau of Order has reached into the Great Rift, and there are currently two field staff operating within the Great Rift."

"So what?" Latis didn't care.

"They are all debtors, and one of them has an extremely strong umbilical cord with the devil. In other words, the abnormal movement caused by you calling the devil will definitely attract his attention."

The delusional man pushed the door open and left, and the voice came back slowly, hitting Latis's eardrums.

"Maybe they're on their way here."

Latis frowned, and then ordered to the others.

"Hurry up and end the ceremony."

The other cultists nodded in affirmation and continued to speed up the arrangement. With a scream, the dagger penetrated Ben's palm and nailed him to the ground like a saint. No matter how much he cried out for mercy, he would not stop.

"Bailey, you are in charge here. I will inspect other rituals. We must refine enough eternal blood as soon as possible."

Latis gave another instruction to one of the cultists. Bailey nodded, then took out the short knife from his waist and walked towards the ritual center, preparing for the final blood sacrifice.

Everything was going on in an orderly manner, and the air was filled with an increasingly strong smell of coagulation, as if a sea of ​​blood was rushing.

Seeing this, Latis also opened the door and headed towards another ceremony location. With the door closed, the entire church was sealed again.

In alchemy's design of virtual realms, there are often terms such as closure and internal circulation. Each virtual realm itself is absolutely closed, and power circulates continuously within the virtual realm.

When these cultists smeared the walls and floors with blood, it was actually an alchemical matrix, an alchemical matrix that humans could not understand. It was exclusively the power of the devil. The traces of blood sealed the church into a strange virtual realm. It shouted loudly.

Crazy murmurs echoed in Ben's ears, and his eyes widened. For a moment, Ben felt that he was out of the world of common sense, and the entire church was stripped into a crazy hell.

Panting in pain, he saw it.

There was some kind of shadow crawling in the air, and it was slowly turning, until the next moment a dense and complex mirror appeared in front of his eyes, reflecting his figure into thousands of broken shapes.

This... this is not a mirror. No one could answer for Ben, but he had the knowledge related to it in his mind so strangely. He understood that this was a huge, mosquito-like compound eye.

He is looking at Himself.

“Fresh blood and fresh flesh!

Unbroken bones and intact brain! "

Bailey stepped forward, he said affectionately to the false compound eyes, and then raised the short knife in his hand.

Tears filled Ben's eyes. While Bailey was praying, he kept praying, praying to God to save him, but there was no response, no response at all.

Ben's firm belief began to waver and was full of cracks, but it didn't matter anymore, he was going to die.

"We dedicate all of this to you!"

Bailey sang, his expression extremely enthusiastic.

"great……"

He recited the forbidden name loudly, and the squirming, illusory compound eyes became more and more real, as if when Bailey called out His name, He would really come here.

But Bailey couldn't speak.

The harsh shattering sound interrupted everyone's thoughts. Behind the blood-stained statue of the god, the painted glass shattered into thousands of pieces. In an instant, the "sealing" of the church was broken, and the illusory compound eyes became blurred and almost disappeared.

Ben watched all this with helpless eyes, his figure reflected among the shards of glass, and it seemed as if God really responded to Ben and sent an angel with a flaming sword.

Boluogo suddenly fell to the ground, and his terrifying appearance erupted. The surging fear instantly engulfed the nearest cultists, leaving them stagnant in place for a moment, unable to make any moves to fight back.

Immediately afterwards, Borogo drew the shotgun from his waist and opened fire on the nearest cultist. The heavy rain of bullets pressed them against the wall, leaving large blood stains and dense bullet holes.

Palmer, wearing a black hood, followed closely behind. The guy kept pulling the trigger and shouting excitedly.

"The Bureau of Order is on duty! Get out of the way if you don't want to die!"