Digersit continued to stroke and pinch the four beautiful girls back and forth, their faces full of intoxication and enjoyment.

The more than 100 believers below turned a blind eye to this, still shaking their heads and muttering something like a scripture, which sounded extremely awkward and buzzing.

The young believer, Venkara, who was holding the torch, was half-kneeling near the altar, bowing his head and saying nothing, the torch in his hand burning incessantly.

Time passed, and soon it was from morning to noon.

With a few "whews", the torch in Venkara's hand shook and was extinguished.

He was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Digersit on the altar and said, "Great Soul Master, Sun Fire...... Extinguished. ”

Digersit was touching it well, and a burst of cheerful sounds came out of his mouth, and he couldn't help but be stunned when he heard it: "Extinguished?"

"Yes. Venkara gestured with a gesture of torch.

"Then go get another one. Digsit waved his hand, as if remembering something, and added, "By the way, get me some curry." ”

"Yes. Venkara bowed his head in reply, then turned to leave.

Digsit turned his attention back to the four beautiful maidens, caressing them wantonly, sometimes pinching, causing a gasp on the altar, and their voices were beautiful.

He suddenly felt that a woman's body was so wonderful and beautiful, and there were still so many girls in this world that he had not yet enjoyed.

If it weren't for this terminal illness, how beautiful would life be......

At this moment, Digsit's heart swelled with a wave of devotion that he had never seen before, and he couldn't help but close his eyes and murmured, "God, can you save your servant, Ram Rasham Digsit Swaminathan is so faithful." ”

As he spoke, his voice became a little whimpering, then sobbing, and finally into a long howl and a howl in the sky.

"O God Almighty! God of billions of bodies—behold your faithful servant, Ram Lasem Digsit Swaminathan who is willing to give everything!" he patted on the top of the altar covered with dry wood and withered grass, and looked at the heavens and howled.

"I am willing to give everything for you, and I am willing to spread justice, kindness, fairness, fraternity, kindness, and loyalty in this world...... And all the wonderful!"

He kept talking, gradually his wheezing became intense, and his face began to turn pale: "Loving God, I ...... Ahem, cough, cough, vomit...... Gross-"

Filth mixed with blood poured out of his mouth and nose and sprinkled straight onto the body of a young girl, Rao was a fanatical girl, and her face couldn't help but turn a little pale.

Bursts of weakness came like a tidal wave, striking every inch of Digsit's body.

His face was bloodless, he gasped violently, his eyes flashing with despair and fear: "Is this really God's will......"

At this time, Venkara came up again with a torch and knelt down near the altar: "Great Soul Master, Master Digesit, is the fire of the sun ready for the ceremony?"

Dighsit slowly raised his head and looked at the torch in Venkara's hand, the raging flame from the heat of the sun, his eyes gradually showed madness, and his thin body trembled more and more.

After a while, he clenched his fists and shouted hoarsely, "So...... Let's get started!"

As soon as the words fell, more than 100 believers around them immediately fell to the ground and chanted the scriptures loudly, and the sound shook the sky, as if the woods were trembling because of this.

Venkara, with a solemn face, strode to the altar with a torch in his hand, and reached out to aim the raging flames at the wooden altar.

After one was ignited, he went to another place to ignite.

In a short time, seven flames spread up from under the altar, raging with flames, a wave of heat, and a bright and blazing fire, as if the sun was rising from the depths of the forest.

Dighsit sat at the top of the altar, trembling all over, and his expression seemed to become reverent as he looked at the surging flames below.

He exhaled one hand flat between his legs and the other hand on top of it, making a gesture with his index finger facing the sky, closing his eyes and muttering words in his mouth.

The four girls beside Digersit, feeling the heat surging up below, although their expressions were a little frightened, they also made the same gestures, pointing their index fingers in the four directions of south, east, west, and north, and chanting something in a trembling voice.

"Whew-whew-"

The forest wind howled, and the fire became more and more intense. The voices of the people above and below the altar also grew louder and louder.

Some of the worshippers were flushed, and their eyes were full of enthusiasm as they looked at the seated figure on the altar......

At this moment, Venkara stared, pointed to a place in the woods, and shouted, "Who is it!"

As soon as these words were uttered, all the believers moved their eyes to the location he was pointing, and their expressions were full of vigilance and diskindness.

There seemed to be a thud in the nearby woods, and a figure scurried by, running off into the distance.

"It's a dirty voyeur!"

"Who dares to peep into the sacred rituals!"

"Kill him!"

The believers of the Pantheon Palace were excited, and many people directly took out their pistols and fired several shots at the figure one after another.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

After a dense burst of gunfire, the sound of falling to the ground was faintly heard in the woods.

"Bring him here. Venkara commanded.

Immediately a few believers ran into the woods, and soon a curly-haired young man with a camera around his neck was brought in.

The curly-haired young man was shot in the chest, blood gushing back and forth, dying, and apparently seriously wounded.

"It's Vera, the 'mad reporter!' it's this bastard!" Many believers recognized the man, mocking and angry.

"Vera, since you dare to peep at the return ceremony of the Great Soul Master today, then go and die!" said one of the believers, pointing a gun at Vera's head, gritting his teeth.

Vera's face turned pale and she gasped: "Your crimes will be exposed one day, and one day, they will be judged by civilization...... And I am the one who is truly immortal. ”

"You are also worthy of being immortal, I will let you die now!!" the believer had a fierce glint in his eyes and was about to pull the trigger.

"Whew-"

At this moment, a violent gale suddenly struck, and it came so fiercely that it broke some branches.

The sudden wind caused all the believers to suddenly stagger, and they were terrified.

"What's going on?!"

Digsit, who was sitting on the top of the altar, couldn't help but shake his body at this time, and subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the sky quickly became dark, and the wind and clouds surged, and the posture of mountain rain was about to come.

"Wow-"

Soon, it was raining in the sky, and the sky was full of clouds and rain.

Digsit's pupils shrank, full of disbelief: "This ......!"