Crimson Comes

After thinking quietly for a long time, he didn't crush the cigarette butt until it was burnt out, and then gently closed his eyes.

With a sound of "Yu", detailed words and scenes of intertwined flashing images began to appear in his mind.

It's the prayer voices of the Iron City.

After the sheep-faced demon appeared, the prayers of those believers appeared, and more and more.

Wei Wei knew that this was something he had to deal with, so he endured a strong sense of confusion and tried his best to see clearly.He saw that the one who had prayed to him for a child had stopped praying, and the door that had been opened for him had also been closed.

Wei Wei sneered: "Oh, woman."

He saw that he was going to sacrifice two children who did not belong to him, and the one who took revenge on his wife did not sacrifice any more. He has accepted this fact and hid the secret forever.

Wei Wei sneered: "Oh, man."

He saw that the one who was going to sacrifice to compete with his peers before had already been praised by his peers, and the business of both of them collapsed, which made the third person cheaper.

Wei Wei sneered: "Oh, human beings!"

Then, Wei Wei suddenly saw a new sacrificial ceremony appearing, which was not done before, formal, serious, and even solemn. It was a group of people in red robes, with strong ambitions and surging desires. They knelt devoutly in front of the statue of the goat-faced devil, and between them and the statue were the offerings they had prepared for the goat-faced devil.

Thirteen confused and terrified girls waited for their fate to come amidst the sound of prayers around them.

Wei Weila opened his eyes with a bang, and the smile on his face became more and more intense, and at the end, it even became bright and excited:

Finally, there is a decent offering......

Finally, there is a sacrifice that I am willing to respond to...

Chapter 252 Scarlet Three Cores

The black altar is covered with pungent red paint, with bright red lines painted on it.

Devout believers, wearing loose robes with a hood, respectfully kneeled on the ground, not letting God see their faces, and did not dare to face the statue.

This is an expression of awe during the sacrifice.

As for the thirteen ignorant girls, they knelt and sat in front of the believers and the god statues blankly, maybe they had already touched them, otherwise the flustered girls should not be so well-behaved.

Amid some irregular but extremely solemn prayers, the sacrifice to the sheep-faced devil had already begun.

The appearance of the sheep-faced demon in Iron City before was a big event for the mysterious circle represented by foundations, mysterious organizations, wandering churches and other forces, and it was also a big event for ordinary people.

No one remains unmoved after witnessing the arrival of surreal forces.

Someone will always be the first to step out to eat the crab. For example, when other people are in awe, they start to pray to the sheep-faced devil, and then start to make wishes to him.

While some ignorant people still only know how to make a wish to the sheep-faced demon, the real professional believers have already begun to study how to get the other party's response.

There is also a sequence of offering sacrifices to the gods.

The first batch of people who received the response from the gods could always become the dependents of the gods.

Therefore, in the scrap iron city, a city where the mysterious organization was almost evacuated, the believers were also emptied and re-growth.

In order to be the first batch of people to receive the response from the gods, these people have resolutely prepared the second level of sacrifices, just like a gamble in fate.

Facing the statue of the sheep-faced devil, they prayed devoutly, feeling a little uneasy and apprehensive in their hearts.

After all, there are no relevant records about the newborn sheep-faced demons, and there are no missionaries. They don't know the relevant secret formations, and they don't have the corresponding runes, let alone guide them.

The only way to exchange for the induction of the gods is to increase the level of sacrifices in such a barbaric way.

However, things turned out to be smoother than they had imagined. As the prayer proceeded, strange power fluctuations, like a floating electric current, made everyone's spirits faintly touched.

The detailed ravings appeared in his ears at some point, as if something bright red was whispering to himself.

The believers were excited.

They succeeded, and through thirteen virgins, they succeeded in getting a response from the sheep-faced devil.

Although no one dared to look up at this moment, they could all clearly feel that the stone statue in front of them, which was carved out of black rock and a sheep's face, already had a vivid breath, and they felt something Some kind of mysterious gaze fell on their faces, which made their hearts tremble, and they lowered their heads even deeper, just waiting for the real arrival of the sheep-faced demon to enjoy the sacrifice.

Getting more specific, getting closer.

They can perceive at the instinctive level that they are approaching the gods in their hearts.

"Tuk Tuk..."

Then, when this feeling became more and more specific, and even felt that the gods had arrived by his side, there was a knock on the door behind him.

The believers were stunned, and their emotions were interrupted.

At the critical moment of the sacrifice, how could there be someone knocking on the door?

Besides, how could someone come to such a secret place at this time and politely knock on the door.

At this critical time, they don't want to pay attention.

But the knocking on the door was getting louder and louder. Although there was a rhythm, the rhythm was accelerating.

At the last moment, there was a sudden "bang" from the knock on the door, as if all the rhythms merged into one place, producing a huge sound, and the cold wind poured into the back.

The door was kicked open.

These pious believers finally couldn't bear it, and turned around suddenly to look behind.

When someone lifted it up, they subconsciously made a slightly disrespectful gesture, and carefully glanced at the statue in front of them, only to find that the statue was still just a sculpture.

Just now, the feeling that his god image came to life seems to be just an illusion.

And at the secret door, a man in a black jacket walked in, with a gentle and bright smile on his face.

He ignored the astonished and angry gazes these people cast on him, and just walked straight into the hall, looking at everything in the room one by one with an attitude of appreciation.

"There are still a lot of people!"

He smiled and said the first sentence.

Then, as if he had returned to his own home, he walked past the crowd, looked at everything they prepared for this grand sacrifice, and quietly commented: "But your sacrifice is very unprofessional."

"...First of all, the paint is not chosen correctly. The paint of this brand is not bright enough, nor bright enough."

"It can only be said that your decoration level is average. Can't you find a better decoration team next time and hire a designer?"

"..."

As he said that, he pulled up another red robe and looked at it, shaking his head, "It's too clean, it should have a fresher and more vivid atmosphere."

"Candles and incense, and these incenses..."

"..."

He looked at some burning scented candles on the table with disgust, and said, "Next time you can use cigarettes directly, it's cheap and practical..."

"Of course, choose the Camel brand, it's powerful!"

"..."

"you……"

Finally, an old man who looked like he was offering sacrifices to the leaders of the crowd couldn't help but interrupt the sudden man, and said in a cold voice, "Who are you?"

"Why break into our altar?"

"..."

"Um?"

The man in the jacket had just walked to the back door, raised his hand to fasten the door bolt of the back door, and bent the iron door bolt directly.

Then he turned back with a smile: "Didn't you invite me here?"

When he said these words, the candles in the entire hall were suddenly extinguished at the same time, and a gust of cold wind swirled and rolled up from the room.

All the believers in red robes suddenly had an illusion on their faces at this moment.

I don't know if it was because of the dazzle, but they actually saw the man's face constantly changing, as if at a certain moment, he suddenly became very similar to the statue of the sheep-faced demon.

But he blinked hard, rubbed again, and looked again, only to find that the man's face hadn't changed.

That gentle smile remains.

However, he was pulling out a black gun from his back waist, with a black muzzle, slowly pointing at the believers present.

In the dizzying and dark environment, the black muzzle kept magnifying in everyone's eyes.

"Thank you for your wonderful hospitality..."

On his gentle face, he spat out gentle words: "I will cleanse your souls, and let you stay away from sins from now on."

"Guaranteed to stay away from that..."

"..."

"call!"

The deafening gunshots suddenly echoed in the narrow and cramped room.

The sounds of exploding flesh and screams of panic, as well as the sound of someone laughing under their breath, make for an amusing and impressive symphony.

It's hard to guarantee anything else, but Wei Wei made sure that he was serious about this first sacrifice.

He responded very seriously.

Every bullet is not wasted seriously.

……

……

No one knows about this secret sacrifice in a secret environment, except the priest and the demon himself.

But also when the gunshots started to reverberate, in the most upscale hotel suite in the scrap iron city, there was a cold and pious man wearing a silver armor with a newly engraved iris pattern on it. The woman was kneeling on the carpet in the hotel room, and a candle was lit every [-] centimeters around her, and she was surrounded by the candle.

She held a quill in her hand, and before her eyes lay a sheet of note paper bordered with gold thread.

From time to time, the tip of the quill was stuck in the blood vessel on the back of his left hand, stained with red blood, and wrote delicate handwriting on the note paper:

"The first scarlet sacrifice record."

"Sacrifice Method: Deception"

"Sacrifice result: accepted"

"Scarlet Book

Qualitative analysis: killing, cruelty, strong desire to protect. "

"Hazard level analysis..."

"..."

When she wrote the last sentence, she stopped and looked up to the front.

The old man with white hair was standing quietly at the door, with his hands crossed and held in front of his chest, like a standing mummy.

"No need to record it."

The old man opened his eyes, looked at the woman in silver armor, and said softly: "The records are too detailed, and it is easy to arouse his perception."

The woman nodded, put the quill next to the note, and said softly: "Then when should we go see him?"

"We can go to see him at any time, but the question depends on what form we should go."

The old man said softly, "Whether believers worship the new god, or as the Church of Order visits the world's only superhuman of the scarlet system."

The woman froze slightly and didn't answer, as if she didn't quite understand the difference.

"We have come to offer the scepter."

The old man sighed for a long time and said, "But don't forget, the three scarlet cores: the throne, the scepter, and the Bible."

"The seat of God can only be found by himself, and the Scarlet Bible has always been in the hands of the Rosary Sect. It is the origin and key of everything. We do not have the ability to find it."

"The only thing in our hands is the scepter."

"When we offer him the scepter, it is indeed possible to obtain his forgiveness and make us his faithful missionaries."

"But the key point is how long he can live."

"..."

The woman's expression seemed to be vaguely tangled and full of doubts.

The old man said softly: "Each generation of Scarlet, when it gathers all these three cores, is the time to truly grow up."