People are pirates, creating Cthulhu

Small town church.

Although it only took more than ten days to carry out temporary renovations, there are a lot of things that should be in a church.

The saddest place arranged by the residents of the town was the backyard where Luo used to treat the residents. Now the residents named it the Pilgrimage Room.

Not only did they build a glass curtain wall made of pure glass in the courtyard, but they also carefully decorated the simple high platform that Luo used to pray, making it look very sacred.

The only flaw is that inside the clinic, which is the main building of the church, there is still a statue of Hastauruk missing.

As soon as he stepped into this makeshift church, Doflamingo's eyes sparkled with ecstasy.

Even the air here is filled with that delicious smell.

Sure enough, does all this power come from that god?

Doflamingo felt a crazy urge to blaspheme the god, even though he knew very well that with his current strength, if he faced this god directly, his end would be much more miserable than Hall's before.

Walking in the church, Doflamingo greedily sucked in the air until the doctor appeared in front of him.

"you are?"

The doctor didn't even realize how greedy the outsider was for the delicious flesh and blood on their bodies. Before he could finish his questioning, he was wrapped in a ball of blood-colored thread in Doflamingo's hand.

And this horrific scene also fell into the eyes of the youth group who were following the doctor. When they saw the doctor being tied up, they immediately exploded and swarmed up to rescue the doctor.

However, Doflamingo refused to accept anyone who came, and tied them all into a ball. Only a few teenagers who saw the situation was not good turned around and tried to escape.

Looking at the teenagers fleeing in all directions, Doflamingo grinned, and thin threads flew in his hands like small snakes, chasing the traces of the teenagers.

The thin bloody thread trailing behind them like a ghost made the teenagers extremely panicked. Although they had different ways of escaping, everyone was moving in the same direction.

cave!

Every young man has one idea in his heart: he must convey the news that someone has invaded the town.

Their unabashed behavior naturally couldn't escape Doflamingo's eyes, so the speed of the thin line following the teenagers became a little faster.

No matter how many tricks the teenagers tried, they still couldn't escape these strange thin threads. In the blink of an eye, the teenagers were all tied up by the thin threads to look like rice dumplings.

Just when Doflamingo was about to drag these teenagers back to him, his eyes suddenly froze. He lowered his head to look at the thin threads connected to his fingers, only to see them broken inch by inch.

Who can actually cut off these blood lines?

Doflamingo's face turned ugly, and at the same time he felt like he was facing a powerful enemy.

Just when the town was cleared by the cadres of the Don Quixote family, here in the cave, Alex and Hall were still standing at the altar with pious expressions.

The two of them were bathed in the holy light that fell from the void, and their bodies gradually became transparent, and they could even see directly from one side to the other side.

However, the consciousness of the two people in the Pure Land Temple is more like a physical body with substance.

In their perception, they seemed to have experienced tens of thousands of years, and finally they saw a vague figure at the end of endless enlightenment and forgetfulness.

Although no one told them the real name of this figure, an idea came to their minds.

This figure is the true form of God!

As this idea surged, countless crazy thoughts emerged uncontrollably from the depths of their souls. These thoughts seemed to be more than just thoughts without substance. They seemed to contain something that could affect the composition of their souls. .

Their souls changed countless times every second they saw this figure.

As if they had unlimited evolution that transcended time limits, their souls seemed to be increasingly converging with the existence in front of them, yet at the same time they were always fundamentally different from Him.

In this endless evolution, the two gradually transformed from ecstasy to fear.

Although the qualitative change of their souls allowed them to realize more things and forget less and less, they also found that their souls began to leave a wound that could never be repaired after each evolution.

After tens of thousands of subsequent evolutions, they finally understood what this wound meant.

The decay of the soul!

Although their souls are indeed constantly evolving in the direction of gods, the differences between humans and gods cannot be smoothed out by simple evolution.

Such evolution will instead exhaust their soul power, causing their souls to eventually turn into a pile of decay, while their bodies will become a pile of carrion that cannot be digested by this world due to the level of their souls, and will always exist in the cave where they live. middle.

This is their punishment for blasphemy!

The decay of the soul is more terrifying than death. It is a complete erasure that cuts off all traces of a person's existence in this world.

Only now did they know that they had stepped into the forbidden area of ​​​​the gods. This temple was not something that ignorant humans like them could step into.

There was a sense of despair in the hearts of the two people, but even this despair would soon be squeezed into a corner by the constantly filling insights, and the memory space would be eliminated with forgetfulness.

Unexpectedly, I was finally lucky enough to see the shadow of God, but I could only watch His shadow from a distance, and then it slowly disappeared without any deduction.

Alex silently stared at the figure of God, lamenting his situation intermittently in his head.

On the contrary, the eyes of Hall standing next to him were purer, and his monster-like face actually showed a human expression, as if he was piously repenting to the gods for his blasphemy against Him.

Click!

The souls of the two finally could no longer bear this intense evolution, and the small wounds connected together finally left a huge crack in their souls.

The two of them were in a daze, and the appearance of the god became clearer and clearer in their eyes.

This should be the final flashback.

A final flash of understanding arose in Alex's heart, and he slowly closed his eyes, but it was completely unable to stop the figure of the god from becoming clearer in his eyes.

Click!

As if a certain mechanism had been triggered, more and more cracks appeared in the soul, and they appeared faster and faster.

The souls of the two finally came to an end.

At the last moment, the appearance of the god finally became clear, and at the same time, the two of them saw that standing in front of the god was the person they were both familiar with.

Trafalgar Law!