Azure Continent.

The steam engine and the early rise of medieval literature and art are the main tone of this continent.

Because Tang Chuan has poured a lot of resources into this side in the past few days, the development of the Azure Continent has always been in a state of vigorous recovery.

This continent is composed of more than a dozen kingdoms, and there has not yet been an imperial state that dominates the world like the Eagle Empire.

If the speed of development is too fast, it will inevitably lead to an outcome, that is, the actual material and entertainment forms a fault line with the explosion of cultural ideas.

There is a huge gap between the rich and the poor in this continent, and those rich and powerful people can enjoy all the things they can enjoy.

However, it is not as rich as that of later generations, such as mobile phones, film and television works, etc., rich entertainment products, causing the spiritual pursuit of the aristocracy, after repetitive extreme pleasure, into a state of empty decadence.

It was in this situation that an organization called the "Mystery Church" was given a breeding ground.

From the formation of a certain nobleman to the invading of most of the kingdom, it took only two years for this organization to be formed.

Although it was not officially recognized by the major kingdoms, it attracted countless nobles who were curious and lacked ideological pursuits.

And the gods enshrined in their church are unorthodox, indescribable things with fear and mystery.

What is its body, naturally needless to say, it is the three pieces of meat that Tang Chuan invested that day, and the young body that has grown.

This is something that Tang Chuan did not expect.

He had put in the pieces of meat to see if the humans he had created would be more likely to inspire faith in the gods after seeing such a terrifying thing.

But I didn't want to develop so fast, so I didn't pay attention to it for most of the day, and this mysterious church has already revived vigorously.

In the initial stage, when the meat was still a juvenile, because of its own panic attribute, it did set off a wave in the Azure Continent, and the originally lively night world, because some people saw it, those terrifying things that could not be seen in the whole picture became extremely deserted.

Almost no one dares to travel in the dark, and the strange whispers transmitted in the distance of the thick and inky night make human beings who see this kind of thing for the first time have a fear from their genes.

But well, another few years have passed.

The nobles, however, found that the human beings, who had vaguely seen the indescribable and terrifying form, did not meet their fate.

On the contrary, many people have received a lot of praise for daring to look through the cracks in the curtains and look directly at fear in the dark night.

Since the god who brought human beings uncontrollable fear did not mean to target human beings, but never took human beings to heart, and even occasionally coincidentally, helped a mortal who was oppressed.

Then at the time of spiritual scarcity, it was logical that there was a primitive pioneer, that is, the first generation of gods, who stood up.

They set up mystical churches to match the places, costumes, and rituals of the god of the creep as closely as possible, in a vain attempt to call out to the gods and look directly at them.

……

Kingdom of Venus.

A strange castle in the countryside on the edge of the wilderness, perched high on a cliff, made entirely of black stones.

There are often mysterious people in hooded black robes who come in and out of here.

From under their black robes, the occasional extravagant clothes show that these people are all nobles who live in affluence.

Only the nobles who are spiritually empty will go to the road of curiosity, the earliest belief in the god of secret horror from the heart.

The commoners were still hungry, their houses were not sheltered, and they could not blend into the circle of the aristocracy, so they naturally only had a sense of fear of the strange whispers in the night.

Inside the castle.

Or call it a church.

Under the afterglow of dusk, dozens of believers with hoods and faces gathered here.

Around them stood a series of relief pillars, the brazier on the pillar, blazing with fire, from time to time to explode a spark, the lumpy grease inside, I don't know what kind of biological oil refining.

Under the dim firelight, the figure of the hooded black-robed man was infinitely elongated, reflecting on the wall, which looked extremely weird.

At this moment, there is a godfather with a strange picture and text printed on the chest of a black robe, wearing a twisted mask, on the altar, organizing the believers to pray sincerely.

“&*#……”

Their prayers are completely out of the language of this continent, and perhaps even they themselves do not know what they mean.

This is the most repetitive syllable from the obscure whispers of a certain pioneer who chased and encountered the god of terror three times.

After several years of filling and revision, this kind of whisper has vaguely taken on a minute or two under the prayers of a group of people, the taste of the primordial sound that came from the dark night.

If this scene were seen by civilians, it would definitely be so frightened that they couldn't give up for days.

However, these nobles, behind their twisted masks, are extremely enthusiastic faces.

"Cranoka!"

The priest on the altar suddenly opened his arms and uttered such a syllable.

After hearing this, the believers who were praying silently below all raised their hands and threw themselves out, repeating the same syllables.

Their common gaze was not on the priest, but on the altar, the twisted knot, and the wriggling lump of flesh, about the size of the tail finger.

This strange piece of flesh has been active all year round, but it is definitely not any known substance in this world.

I heard that it was given to a certain pioneer on the way to chase the god of secrets.

"Cranoka!"

"Cranoka!"

The sound of fanaticism drowned out the evening breeze blowing outside the house.

Behind the priest, there are two attendants, pushing out a whole bunch of incomprehensible things.

Some are treasures that humans regard as treasures, some are poisons that seal their throats with blood, and some are strange biological specimens.

The priest stepped forward, pulled out a silver-white dagger, and separated his palm.

Blood poured down, and on top of these sacrifices, flowers of blood bloomed.

"Caroka, Mogala!"

The fanatical voices of the cultists shifted again, over and over again, feverishly repeating obscure syllables.

Hulala~

Suddenly, a black wind blew outside the window, and the window lattice, swept by the strong wind, hit the black wall, like rain.

However, the believers who perceived this situation did not fear it, but became more and more fanatical.

Suddenly~

A dark shadow invaded the church.

Only some people who have seen this kind of thing will see a little bit of the appearance of this kind of thing under some kind of "high-dimensional radiation".

But in the eyes of the believers who have seen the arrival of the Divine Mansion for the first time, this is a dark shadow that is constantly changing.

In the priest's eyes, he saw not only a corner of the church, but even faintly through the roof, he saw the indescribable, towering as the sky, the main body was piled up by sarcomas, and the lower body was covered with six pairs of tentacles of different lengths and shapes.

The priest, who saw this scene, hurriedly raised his hand and organized the believers not to act rashly and continue to pray fervently!

After all, the number of times you succeed in calling the gods, even with the bonus of God-given things, the probability is only one or two percent!

This is an extremely rare situation!

When the priest finally spoke, he raised his hands in a frenzy and said, "Great and terrifying god of secrets, thank you for coming, for bestowing upon you pious servants, for your honor, please accept our sacrifices, and give us a wonderful syllable of the divine realm!" ”

God of Secrets: "@#¥%......"

Shadows flickered over the sacrifices.

The sacrifice disappears.

The dark shadow also faded in the fervent prayer.

No one knows, the obscure words of the god of secret horror are just complaining: The bugs are noisy, and it's all useless garbage, I can't use it anymore, no matter how noisy it is, should I "sweep them all up" next time?

After dissipating into the sky, the god of the secret gods looked at the sacrifices and felt that they were useless rubbish.

I don't feel like I used to be, and after I mature, I don't have to eat this garbage anymore.

And those annoying bugs still stuff themselves with garbage from time to time.

If it weren't for the occasional thing that could be used as a snack, he wouldn't have stopped by the churches.

Just crush this garbage and throw it in an unknown place.

The god of esoteric beings floats away in a dimension that mortals can't see.

The devout believers below were all so excited that they couldn't help themselves, and even cried with joy.

They bowed down sincerely and burst into tears.

"The gods have answered us!"

"The gods have rewarded us with the syllables of the gods!"

"He took our sacrifice!"

"Thank the gods for the gift!"

"We will be you, forever devout believers!"