Medusa ignored the excitement of her subordinates, tilted her head slightly to look at a man and a woman illuminated by the glowing blood light, and her face could not tell whether she was happy or worried.

"Don't waste the Lord's gift, and merge quickly." Medusa shook the sweat from her sweat and said to the two strong men carrying the sacrifices, and strode out of the circle.

"Your Excellency, it worked! Or two! The white-haired man watched Medusa as she walked out of the circle repeating incoherently, unable to hide the joy in his heart.

"It's not successful yet, I hope it's not two more wastes." Medusa said tiredly, even if she had experienced this toss, she felt painful, as if she had been ravaged from head to toe by four invisible forces. She knew that the reason why she only succeeded was because she couldn't afford to leave those four fluctuations behind, but if she were to replace them, she was afraid that now there would only be a puddle of rotten (ròu) mud left.

Boys and girls who had shed blood were carried out of the circle. The two strong men sat down in the glowing bloodstains, quietly feeling the unusual changes of floating (dàng) around them.

The rest of the congregation turned a blind eye to this human tragedy, and sat quietly around the circle and chanted in a low voice, thanking the gods for their gifts.

Medusa stepped into the shadows of yīn deeper, far away from the circle lit with candles. In the corner, there was a round soft (chuáng), and she threw herself on it, lying on the soft (chuáng) mat to adjust her chaotic breathing and regain her strength. This sacrifice cost more than she expected, it was the first time she presided over such a large-scale blood sacrifice, and it also made her understand the horror of the "gods" again. With heavy eyes, she began to wonder if it would be wise to deepen her connection to such a being, and she gradually fell into a deep sleep...

The white-haired man was a mid-level priest, and when Medusa fell asleep, he took over the responsibility of coordinating the organization. At this moment, he was watching with satisfaction as the two strong men sat in the circle, and several blood lines shining with strange brilliance climbed up to the bodies of the two of them, as if they were painting a picture of unknown significance. The four corpses were stuffed into an iron bucket containing garbage and debris, waiting to be finally dumped into the sea with the collected sacrificial waste.

Seeing that everything was ready, the white-haired priest opened the simple book in his hand and led the disciples to read it aloud

"I am the Lord of endless glory, wisdom, greatness, and exaltation

Thou hast caused the earth to gush forth sweet springs

to save us from thirst

Thou hast caused the plains to run forth with the Lambs

Save us from hunger

We can't repay the vast blessings of the ocean

We dedicate everything we have to you

Pray that our well-being will be conveyed to you

…”

As the chanting grew louder and louder, the entire warehouse shook (dàng), and the circle gradually lit up with a blinding light that overshadowed the light emitted by the candles.

Medusa, who had just fallen into a deep sleep, was awakened by the chanting of the congregation, and turned a shēn in annoyance. In his heart, he secretly scolded the stupidity of his subordinates, and he had to engage in these inexplicable formalisms when he was waiting quietly. If the so-called "gods" could really hear their chanting, it would never be possible to understand Chinese. Instead of crying wolf here, let her sleep well.

However, she knew that these words should never be said in front of believers, and the important thing about the sacrifice was not the solemn form and the beautiful chapter, but the important thing was the understanding and clarity of the world. It lies in a firm belief that transcends cognition.

In other words, it depends on the priest's control over the anomaly.

People like Medusa have crossed the boundaries of the world and become inhuman beings. Her cognitive book (shēn) represents another level of common sense, a cognition that is very different from reality. No matter how devout these believers are at the level of "humans", no matter how devout they try to understand the mysterious anomalies, it is in vain.

It's like in the eyes of the wounded years, his right hand can summon the bloodthirsty Brionak; In Li Mo's opinion, as long as he is silent, he can avoid everyone's cognition; In Medusa's opinion, she was this half-human, half-snake appearance.

These facts are truths that have been proven countless times in their eyes, and unlike ordinary people who try to understand the principles of these things (qíng), these anomalies are as ubiquitous as air in their world. This is the most fundamental difference between inhumans and ordinary people.

Therefore, today's sacrifice was considered a success after Medusa successfully alienated two sacrifices with the help of the magic circle, on the contrary, if Medusa was not present, these people alone would not be able to start this grand blood sacrifice in any way.

In fact, Medusa knew very well that this senseless religious gimmick was only to deceive the ignorant people. Rather than engage in this kind of so-called "ritual" in which formalism is far greater than the actual effect. It is better to establish a high-standard sterile laboratory, stimulate people's spirits with drugs and precise blows, master the relevant variables, prepare excellent catalysts, and the success rate of alienating ordinary people into inhumans will undoubtedly multiply. Doing so now is a waste of resources.

These seemingly antique and complicated rituals are, to put it bluntly, nothing more than a well-painted hoax. It is not only to deceive these ignorant believers, but also to deceive oneself as the presiding ritual. All the preparations that seemed essential were to create a process that would give people confidence that the ritual would take effect.

But on the other hand, Medusa has to admit that even ordinary people, the distortion of cognition is a very terrifying force. When enough ordinary people have the same cognitive bias, even if it can't really change reality, this spiritual stance is a powerful boost for alienation.

100 million people unwaveringly believe that the bench can fly, but they can't let the bench fly. And if this highly-anticipated bench is handed over to Inhumans or touches the right catalyst, then it can really fly. The ability to communicate distorted perceptions with a reality beyond common sense is the terrible thing about catalysts, and they are the key to rewriting reality.

Therefore, Medusa only needs to deceive the believers that it is already dark when the sacrifice begins, and the launching ceremony can be carried out smoothly, and even the launching ceremony must be carried out by the sunset, just to add a sense of mystery. Exaggerated circles, complicated procedures, all of this is just to further distort the believer's cognition and increase the success rate of communicating with heterogeneous sources. Even if she can't sleep well because of the noise, Medusa can't stop it, which is undoubtedly tantamount to tearing down the foundation.

All of this is essentially to give the selected person a chance to contact the catalyst, thus creating the conditions for alienation.

While this may seem unbelievable, creating an Inhuman is far from that difficult, and certainly not that simple. When an ordinary person comes into contact with a catalyst and agrees with the rationality of the catalyst (xìng), then he is very likely to become a divine sign.

Yu Qian is such a typical example, when he agrees with the irrationality of the three murders, he pushes the door to another world.

But how to change from a divine signifier to an alien is the difficulty. Only when a person completely turns his back on common sense, completely distorts his cognition and spirit, and abandons his essence as a human being, will he degenerate into an alien. This process is a natural process for people who will degenerate into aliens, and it is an unimaginable barrier for normal people.

In the case of combining the right time, place and people (qíng), the will of the four boys and girls was destroyed through cruel torture, so that they passively became aliens, and at this moment, they must have a deep hatred for the people around them who harm them, so they can only choose to use them as excellent catalysts to assist the selected candidates in the sect to complete the alienation.

In Medusa's view, this kind of behavior is simply a repeated waste of resources, limited by the current situation of the sect but helpless.

The mad (rè) believers did not realize the contradictions and troubles in the hearts of their beautiful priests, and still recited hymns with great difficulty. The magic circle seemed to respond to everyone's efforts to get brighter and brighter, and the blood that had been slightly dried up regained its vivid color, flowing rapidly, and the two strong men in the iron cage without a table (qíng) showed a painful look for the first time at this moment, and strange lines appeared on their abdomen, as if a tyrannical tentacle waved in the abdominal cavity trying to break through the barrier. The muscles of 浑 (shēn) (ròu) move unnaturally, like a mirror lake blown by a strong wind, and the ripples (dàng) ripple in layers, and the bones erupt with a crisp sound like popping beans.

The two men in the iron cage were still trying to suppress the movement of 浑 (shēn), their teeth shattering from too much force, and blood spurting (shè) from the squeezed gums. Two of the four forces that had ravaged Medusa descended on the two (shēn), frantically unleashing terrifying energy, colorless and formless flames burning their whole (shēn). After all, the two of them did not have Medusa's peculiar (shēn) body structure, and they were soon pinched into the air like (ròu) balls, and the pain that they had tasted with the sacrifice in their hands came to them (shēn) a hundredfold and a thousand times.

The white-haired priest chanted even harder, and even the twenty-four followers who had just fainted from singing the hymn joined in the praise, lamenting the miraculous phenomenon while pouring deeper faith into the "gods" in their hearts.

The two people in mid-air rushed left and right under the drive of invisible power, but they couldn't get out of the iron cage at all. The two iron cages were as if they were nailed to the magic circle, and they were still immovable despite the collision of hundreds of kilograms, and the blood flowing from the bottom of the iron cage was mixed with the magic circle, just like a bloody hand full of countless fingers firmly grasping and preventing it from falling.

This stormy torment lasted for more than ten minutes before it gradually subsided. The two of them were like thunder up and down, their charred and black bodies were emitting green smoke, and the air was filled with the fragrance of protein being added (rè). The huge circle also lost its blinding light and fell silent. At this time, everyone realized that the twenty-four giant candles around the circle had burned out, and the entire warehouse fell into endless darkness and calm.

The white-haired priest finished reading the last summary and raised his left hand with a fluorescent ribbon to signal silence. Command his subordinates to light up the lighting equipment that had been erected earlier, and personally walk to the iron cage to check the condition of the two (qíng). Before they could get closer, they heard the sound of the two of them breathing heavily.

The white-haired man stood beside the iron cage and announced excitedly

"Let us praise our Lord! Two of our fellow citizens have received the gift of the Lord as chosen children, bathing in the light of God at all times! ”

The congregationals chanted excitedly as he could

"Praise be to my Lord! Praise be to our Lord! Glory to our Lord! ”

Medusa, who had been so noisy that she couldn't sleep, gave up the idea of taking a nap, propped up her soft waist from (chuáng), and watched her subordinates run to report the good news with an excited face, she was thinking about how to send her subordinates away, and asked him to quickly clean up the scene and lead everyone to evacuate. He frowned and sensed something interesting (qíng), and suddenly his face was swept away and radiant, and he whispered praise

"It doesn't seem like a shrunken coward!"