[The priest is preaching to the world]

[Every word in his mouth is a favor]

[I finally understood that the ugliest thing was not the demon in his words]

[but the word itself]

......

......

As the villager said, there were dangers along the way, and the sea of blood was like a fountain to hell from which countless demons would crawl out. Every time I see their ugly bodies, I shudder with disgust.

I had knives in my hands, so I started killing them because they all deserve to die.

In this way, the path I walked was filled with demonic corpses, but this act did not quench my anger, but intensified.

I couldn't understand why, but over time, it became my faith and carried me through a long journey.

I don't know how long later, my knife cut through the chests of many demons, and chopped off many heads......

Maybe it was that butcher knife that angered some kind of existence in hell, and finally ...... that day I encountered a powerful demon.

It was as tall as a hill, its whole body seemed to be made of countless broken muscles, and with every step it felt the earth tremble, and it had an almost square head, and its body was covered in foul-smelling linen. And its mouth, sealed by dense lines, which penetrated into its lips and face, must have been severed, I think, with its tongue sewn into its mouth, and which connected the chin to the palate, tightly, one to the throat.

It must have been this demon's foul language that angered the heavenly gods, and this was the punishment it deserved.

But the merciful God did not take his life

But I'm not God...... So I'm going to carry out this punishment to the end.

It was a bitter battle, and this demon was too powerful...... I fell again and again, maybe faith gave me strength......

What is my faith?

Actually, I don't know...... I just thought that if the temple at the end of the sea of blood could give me lost memories, it would be a wonderful place where all my wishes could be granted.

There...... It's my faith......

So I stood up again and again, and the blade slashed into the demon's bones again and again.

In the end, I once again used the scars on my body to give this demon the punishment it deserved.

As I walked past its corpse, I knew...... It's called Hobert because I see a brand with a name on it on its back spine.

What does this stigma mean?

I don't know, my mind even fearfully bypasses this thought.

I can only move forward.

......

The sea of blood is long, long...... The road was far, far away, and I dragged my tired body and slashed one demon after another with the butcher's knife in my hand. I remember that a long, long time ago, I was so tired that I couldn't walk a step, and with every breath, I could feel the pain tearing at all my nerves, giving me unimaginable pain, but I still walked towards the temple whose name I had only heard.

That's it.

That's it.

Finally, as if I had seen something, the sea of blood cut a thrilling arc in the shadow of a high mountain, and on the other side of the mountain was the clear water, and the waves crashed on the shore, and I could almost feel the coolness.

Inexplicably, I clearly know that on the top of that mountain is the [Forsaken Sacrifice Temple] I am looking for.

Finally...... I walked to the most beautiful place in this paradise.

However, the darkness before the end came as expected.

I've encountered the most powerful demons...... It was a withered, emaciated freak, its eyes stitched with needles and threads, and its pinholes were stained with bright red blood.

It is not powerful because of its power.

But...... It is able to speak.

Language is like a deadly poison...... It said to me that it was all false, that I was on the cruelest and most painful journey in the world, and that I was about to enter an even more terrible cycle.

It said to me, "Don't go into that temple."

It must have been lost, a wretched body without faith, whose soul was corrupted by evil, so, on behalf of God, I took the last word from its throat.

Rest in peace...... Mary.

That's its name before it died.

......

Then I climbed the rocks and crossed the mire, exchanging the most unbearable pain for even a centimeter of distance to the top of the mountain.

Finally, the majestic temple appeared in front of me.

In fact, it was not very grandiose, and even a little rudimentary, with huge chimneys like huge mouths facing the sky, belching smoke. But it doesn't matter, because she is in my heart, the most beautiful Garden of Eden.

I pushed the door open

And then......

What is in front of you......

I forgot to breathe.

It's a factory, it's a slaughterhouse, and hundreds of pigs are on the boards that come up in front of you.

The sound of tearing through the fat was almost incessant, and the scraps of meat and blood flowed down the tube to the bottom of the mountain..... Infused into the sea of blood.

What shocked me even more were the guys who were chopping meat with butcher knives.

They turned out to be those demons...... It's the ones with pig's heads.

They are like laborers here, chopping up those fat pigs with butcher knives in their hands, piece by piece, and countless people with angelic halos on their heads hovered around them, holding long whips in their hands, and constantly whipping them......

Here, I yearn for the [Temple of the Forsaken].

My brain began to ache and I began to scream, as if to tell me in fear not to go any further, but I still walked with heavy steps to the depths of the temple, and I knelt before the priest.

"Give me the medicine, I want to get my memories back......

Because I haven't spoken for a long time, my voice sounds like rusty gear.

The priest was merciful, he didn't ask me anything, but he didn't give me medicine either.

"Oink, you are a devout believer, you don't want any medicine, if you want to get your memories back...... All that's needed is this. ”

He said, handing me a mirror.

I lifted the mirror with trembling hands...... What appeared in front of me was the face full of scars and stitched together with silk threads.

The line was like from Hobert's mouth, like from Mary's eyes.

My brain was burning, I didn't know what it meant, I just watched......

Suddenly, I found something on that ugly face, it was a thread, and for some reason, it was not sewn into the flesh, but branched out, as if to tempt me and pull it away.

My hand started to tremble, but I pinched it anyway......

Pull———!

Ahh——————!hhh

The lines broke open the flesh, dripping blood, and my heart hurt, but I didn't care, what was hidden under that face!

Hidden truth!

I don't want to know the truth!

But it was too late, and I had in my hands the threads that had already been pulled out!

My face was peeling off, and under that skin......

It's another face.

A ......

Pig!

Target!

Face!