Chapter 271 Ceremony

The black-robed people set out on the road home. The guy holding the dagger in his hand walked in front, and the rest followed him in twos and threes.

"It's really troublesome to go back and perform the ritual for that kid."

"It's not a big deal. Give him the dagger and he'll be done with it."

"That's right." A black-robed man ran to the front in twos and threes, hugged the black-robed man holding the dagger, "Hey, what's wrong with you? Ever since you talked to that weird guy with the eight-pointed star, you've been silent."

The black-robed man's hand was thrown away, and he was still a little unhappy. He leaned over to ask in detail, "I'm talking to you"

He couldn't continue. He saw that the eight-pointed star on this guy's face was bleeding more black blood, and his pupils had turned pure black, without any white in his eyes.

"I won't ask anymore."

Swallowing his saliva, he quickly retreated. He didn't even dare to remind the guy to wipe the black blood off his face.

Everyone saw that something was wrong, and the joy of their chat disappeared, replaced by a helpless silence.

When they returned to their place, they found it was extremely quiet, with almost no movement of people.

"Hey! Where are the people? Are they all dead? Come out!"

The man in black robe shouted a few times, but found no response. He only saw two guys named Mas and Old John sitting at the door.

Mas was wearing a black robe. He was holding a cloth with one hand to cover his face, and his face was a little dull. Old John beside him looked at him with a worried look, opening his mouth and saying something.

"Hey! Why are you the only ones here? Where are the others?"

"Ah?" Mas finally realized what was happening. He stood up slowly. "Some people came just now. They came after you left. They took everyone away."

"Why are you two still here?"

"I said I was going to perform a ritual, but they ignored me. Old John also left the car."

"Okay, okay, I'll perform a ritual for you." The black-robed man shook his hand impatiently. "You've really come at a good time, you know? A good life is about to come true."

"Oh." Mas was still in a daze. He didn't seem to have the spirit and cleverness he had to catch the Krieg people.

"Let's go, enter the room." The black-robed man holding the dagger spoke. His voice became so strange that the other black-robed men who had been with him for a long time didn't recognize that it was his voice.

Mas and Old John were pushed into the room. They watched the black-robed man holding the dagger turn around and pointed his hand, "Catch him."

"What?" Old John was caught by the black-robed man. He was locked in motion by these monsters and couldn't move at all.

Mas was scared. He suddenly felt that joining the church and having enough food was not a big deal. He just wanted to escape from this place that frightened him.

As soon as he turned around, he was noticed by another black-robed man. His big hand grabbed Mas and controlled him to walk to the old John who was tied to the pillar.

"What are you going to do! What are you going to do! Emperor, save me!"

Old John struggled in fear. His arms were tied by wires, and the flesh was bleeding. His palms were firmly nailed by nails.

The painful howl made Mas' body trembled. "I... I don't want to join the church. Let Old John go."

"You have no choice."

The black-robed man holding the dagger walked in front of Mas. He broke Mas's clenched fist with great force. "Next, you will become one of us."

The dagger was stuffed into Mas's hand. He felt that the iron eight-pointed star hanging on his neck was very hot. The flesh on his neck was burned. The eight-pointed star was approaching the depths of his flesh as if it were alive.

More and more black blood flowed out of his face, and Mas had to close his eyes. His vision was obscured by the black blood.

"Kill him."

An order came, and Mas felt that his body was loosened by the pinch. He opened his eyes and let the black blood flow into them.

Old John was in front of him, and he begged Mas, "Don't do this, kid. Please, do you remember me? I am Old John. If I hadn't shared a bite of food with you when you were young, you would have starved to death. Please have mercy."

"Shut up."

The whip was pulled out suddenly and hit Old John's knees. The sound of bones shattering and Old John wailing came. He was crying with tears and snot, hanging his head and sobbing.

Kill him, Mas, kill him and your soul will be cleansed of sins, and you will stand with the true God.

Mas listened to the words in his mind, and some unclear things lingered in front of his eyes. He walked forward step by step and raised the dagger to Old John.

He looked at Old John crying bitterly, looked at the wounds on his body, and yelled in pain.

The dagger was thrown to the ground, and Mas knelt on the ground, "I can't do it, I can't do it."

His mind became more confused. He could hear the true god's dissatisfaction and blame for his cowardice, and heard the voice of Old John saving him from starvation in his past memory.

Mas trembled as he covered his chest in pain. He closed his eyes tightly, and the flesh on his body was bubbling like boiling. The black robe could not cover Mas's mutated and swollen body at all.

A huge meat ball with limbs exploded from under the black robe. For Old John, this thing was like a nightmare that he would never have come true.

Old John didn't care about crying, but just talked nonsense and called Mas's name from time to time.

The rest of the black-robed men sighed, "This kid is still too soft-hearted. He has become a pet. Really."

The mutated Mas did not respond, but just opened his mouth and drooled.

The black-robed man picked up the dagger again, "What a pity."

"Hehe, at least we can see it, we can achieve great things, and see a better life. It's great! We did so many conscienceless things just for this day."

"A better life? Hehe."

"What are you laughing at? Why do you have this expression? You."

With a puff, the black-robed man who was just imagining the future was stabbed by the black-robed man holding the dagger. He felt his flesh and blood being devoured by the dagger. He stared at the black-robed man holding the dagger, his eyes full of disbelief.

"You, what are you going to do."

The rest of the black-robed men jumped a few steps away. Ever since they sent the Krieg back, they have always felt that this guy is not in a good state.

"Are you crazy? Do you think you can beat us alone?"

The black-robed man holding the dagger didn't care too much about the anger of his companions. He just inserted the dagger into his forehead, looked at them with his pure black eyes and said the last sentence.

"For the Dark Gods."

This sentence was like a spell. All the black-robed people knelt on the ground. They trembled and held their heads, as if they were fighting and communicating with something.

"It's really unbearable, you disgusting heretics."

A strange voice that didn't belong to them came. The black-robed man with a dagger in his forehead immediately turned his head to look in the direction of the voice. It was an empty space with nothing.

"Here! Heretics!"

The wall was suddenly pierced, and a hooded inquisitor and a psychic holding an imperial eagle staff appeared in front of the black-robed people.

"Ah!"

All the black-robed people rushed up, their black robes were pierced by the mutated flesh and blood, sticking to each other and twisting, just like several basins of dirty water splashed together and mixed.

The Inquisitor did not make any move, but the psychic beside him lightly tapped the scepter, and the invisible wave spread out with him as the center, hitting the sticky flesh.

"It's disgusting."

The psychic felt angry when he saw the flesh still twisting and trying to reassemble. He curled his lips and shot a lightning bolt, hitting all the wriggling flesh in the field.

The sizzling sound and smell of burning replaced the original bloody smell in the room. The charred flesh was deader than dead.

After crushing the largest piece of black carbon with one foot, Inquisitor Omar looked at the drooling meat ball and the crazy old man.

"The embryonic Chaos Egg, it seems that the ritual they used to pollute humanity has failed."

He raised his hand and raised the grenade launcher to smash the drooling meat ball, which was also a relief for this guy.

"Can you still hear me? Huh?"

The old man ignored Inquisitor Omar, just shaking his head and talking nonsense, shouting Mas's name over and over again.

"Well, may the Emperor have mercy on you."

Old John's head was also blown up, and his body finally stopped shaking.

Inquisitor Omar and Psychic Rast walked out of the room full of blasphemous symbols and breath, and threw a fire bomb to clean up the scene.

"What's next? Continue to follow the saint until we find the leader of the traitors?"

"It's like this, Rast, the saint can actually convince this group of stubborn Kriegs to act with him, tut tut tut."

Inquisitor Omar shook his head. Who can believe this kind of thing?

If you stand in front of the Kriegs and say that they have grenadiers captured alive, they will rush up and fight you.

"That's amazing. Let's go. Keep following the saint. Maybe we can help him. This rebellion may not be closely related to the church. I have to withdraw my doubts about the archbishop."

"No, Judge Omar, your intuition is correct."

"What?"

Looking at Rast's suddenly solemn face, Judge Omar also became serious. "Something happened in the church."

"Yes, something happened in the church, and it was a big deal. One of my books was burned. This should be done by Taro. He knows that I value those ancient books very much. He must be trying to remind me that something happened in the Tribunal Hall."

"Oh. If there is a problem in the rear at this time, the front line will collapse."

"Yes, sir, should we follow the saint or solve the problem of the church? I still have a transmission coordinate, and we can go back."

Inquisitor Omar sighed, "I believe the saint will complete his mission. We also have our responsibilities. We can't rely on the saint for everything."

"I understand."

Rasta held the eagle staff with both hands and tapped the ground fiercely. The violent psychic power was triggered and quickly woven into a pale entrance. The two entered it, and the old factory area fell into a dead silence.

The Silent King did consider leaving humans as (biomass materials? Slaves?)