Pioneering

Chapter 37 Who is the big player

Laurie pushed open the door of the church, went straight to the altar at the front of the church and stood there.

The Eucharistic niches, crucifixes, wax altars, altar cloths, Eucharist lamps and Eucharist railings on the altar are complete in style except that there is no real Eucharist on the altar.

In the past, the altar used to consecrate the holy sacrifice to Fengshen is now under the dim red moonlight. The extinguished sacrament lamp and wax stand, the dead silence that can be heard when a needle falls, and the faint cry from a distance make all this look quite gloomy silence.

Laurie slowly turned the wax table, only to hear a "click, click" sound, and the altar was suddenly replaced by a statue.

The face of this statue is slightly sunken, the nose is higher and straight, the upper lip is protruding, the cheeks and jawline are obvious, just like the ancient Egyptian pharaoh of the blue star, wearing a colorful and gorgeous robe, wearing a golden double crown that naturally shines , tall and thin, exuding a mysterious, profound, and unknown charm.

Although it was just a statue, when Laurie looked at his face, she seemed to see boundless chaos, endless galaxy, infinite mystery, and thousands of truths.

Laurie raised her right hand, groped her chest, and took out a pendant hanging on her chest.It was a relief pattern woven with unknown materials. This relief had the appearance of a lion-like feline, with a pair of dark wings made of countless tentacles growing on its back, and a head resembling a humanoid creature on its head, but this humanoid There are no facial features on the head.

Laurie carefully hung the necklace on the statue.

Laurie piously praised: "Crawling Chaos, Floating Terror, God of Many Faces, Black Hunter, Inhabitant of Darkness, Faceless God, Swollen Daughter, Creeping Mist, Dark Demon, Black Pharaoh, Night Howler."

"Countless names, endless liras, wonderful dances, captivating stories."

"Oh! Immersed in tragedy, the great messenger of the source of chaos, the crouching chaos, the god of thousands of faces!"

"My lord, you directed my destiny," cried Laurie suddenly, raising her arms. "Your faithful believers implore you, enjoy this wonderful drama that the humble believers have presented to you!"

"This betrayal, this despair, this horror, this ugly human nature, must be your favorite wonderful tragedy!" Laurie chanted this sentence frantically, then suddenly prostrated herself on the ground in front of the god statue, and said, "The great Black Pharaoh, please accept this drama performed with life!"

"May you be satisfied with the dedication of your humble believers, and realize the small wishes of the humble."

"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!..." Laurie knelt in front of the statue and chanted an unknown spell.This incantation is like meaningless raving, but also like the most devout prayer.

After Laurie's prayer was over, there was a kind of satisfied smile that seemed to be absent on the face of the god statue without facial features.

After Laurie finished chanting the incantation, in an instant, all the "mysterious eyes" of the magic circle rituals depicted by her in Bog Village flickered, as if they came alive, exuding charm, blindness, Dumb, stupid eyes.

At the same time, in front of another building illuminated by brilliant flames.

"Horman, have you seen it? Your whole life is ruined before your eyes, how do you feel?" Andrekley didn't kill the village chief Homan, but pointed at Borg who was falling into ruin Village, asked with great interest, "The village where you spent your whole life is gone, your wife was sold by you, your son betrayed you and begged to die, you have really failed in your life!"

"Andrek, you will go to hell, and the gods will not forgive you!"

The tightly bound Homan had obviously suffered a crushing defeat, and he could only repeat this sentence over and over again as he was already fascinated by the stimulation.

It seems that when Andrekre took revenge on Borg Village in the massacre, he took Homan with him to witness the prosperity of Borg Village collapsed.

"Are you kidding me? The deeds you have done, we destroy you, what do you humans say? A just verdict?" Andrekley laughed admiring Homan's despair, "play Enough playing, it’s time to send you on your way!”

After finishing speaking, a sharp giant claw pierced Homan's chest.

"what happened?"

Andre Kelei was shocked to see the blood essence on the ground disappearing rapidly, turning into a mummified corpse at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally disappearing into ashes.

"Aww~ woo~ woo!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Andre Kelei decided to call the tribe to retreat, howling with a unique sound segment.

After a while, Andrekle gathered more than half of the clansmen, but as time passed, the werewolves gathered more and more slowly, and more and more fog began to appear in the village.

The milky white thick mist is so deep, so dark, and so weird, as if it hides a huge unknown that cannot be seen directly.

The fog surged and rolled, engulfing everything in Bog Village.

"Damn it," Andre Kelei cursed at the seventy or eighty tribesmen around him in a house at the east end of Bog Village, "I'm afraid we're in trouble!"

"Father, what's going on here?" Joanna looked anxiously at the rapidly expanding fog around her, planed the wooden floor, and asked, "This, this, my intuition is warning me crazily."

"I'm afraid we have fallen into the promotion ceremony of a certain god believer, or it may be some kind of sacrificial ceremony." Andre Kelei said calmly, "Judging from the current actions, I'm afraid it's not a ritual of a righteous god. It is likely to be related to the abyss or the old gods."

After taking revenge, his mentality gradually stabilized, and Andrekley also began to recall the experience during this period, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt as if a pair of mysterious black hands were driving the destruction of Borg Village.

"Then father, what should we do..." Joanna asked anxiously.

Andre Kelei was silent for a while, and said with difficulty:
"Wait for the last half of Zor, and then we will break through. This place is not far from the village, and we should be able to rush out before the ceremony is fully launched."

Joanna said anxiously: "But there are more than 20 clansmen..."

"No but, the continuation of the family is above all else!" Andre Keli stared into Joanna's eyes and said word by word.

Looking at her father's firm gaze, Joanna lowered her head unbearably.

"Master, are you going to tell Anmir to detonate the magic explosive?" Bestow's calm and mature voice came from beside Zhong Ming.

At this time, Zhong Ming was standing on the top of a towering tree 10 Wei'an away from Boge Village, looking at the heavy fog that suddenly appeared in the direction of Boge Village, he knew that Laurie had already started the ceremony.

"Don't worry, the real big drama is probably yet to come!" Zhong Ming said jokingly, "I'm afraid the last big player in this game is not Laurie."

(End of this chapter)