Chapter 101: Rituals
"Hey--" 9527 leaped forward, then rolled twice to unload the momentum, feeling the wet lawn, but it was pitch black in front of him.
",,, night?"
"Nameless? Nameless!!?? ”
9527 shouted, but his throat didn't make a sound, and even his body moved uncontrollably, the gap between the clutter in front of him flickered with fire, and what 9527 saw at this time was like the perspective of a first-person game, except that he couldn't control anything, just let this "player" manipulate it.
Taking out the wire and priing open the door, this person sneaked in front of a glass with ease, and outside the house, more than 20 young men in white robes and masks were worshipping around a bonfire. The man pulled out the communicator and pressed some code, then received a reply: "Close watch, on the way." ”
wu!!! ————
As soon as he finished reading the message, the group of cultists began to chant
Twenty or so people formed two circles around the fire, making strange gestures in their hands, muttering words in their mouths, and changing their formations, and this degree of coordination, if not on the stage of such an abandoned warehouse but a theater, would have made people feel like a huge song and dance show, and suddenly, with a bang, the flames in the center suddenly intensified, and they shook and jumped with the incantations chanted by the cultists in unison. At this moment, a man in a black mask stood up and spoke, holding a deadwood staff with his arms outstretched, chanting aloud, while the others continued to whisper incantations and perform rituals.
"The blood leaves our body, there is no pain, only excitement."
"Consciousness is free from the shackles of the skull, there is no chaos, only penetration."
With that, the two disciples in the inner circle stood up and slashed their arms with their knives, allowing the blood to spray into the fire, and the flame, as if alive, sucked the liquid hungrily, and the fire grew stronger.
"We believe in the god of death in the underworld, and we reject the pain of the flesh."
"We know that under the blessing of death, there is a new world after death."
After repeating it twice, the two men who had offered their blood gradually lost their strength, but without hesitation, they plunged headlong into the fire, and then the flames burst out, and the believers sang loudly, like a hymn, and like a wail.
Immediately afterwards, two more believers stood up and spread their arms again, and the ceremony became more and more climactic
"The heart stops beating, blood begins to deposit, and the brain loses its function."
"Memories dissipate, perception disappears, bodies decay, and only death can save them."
Suddenly, everyone stood up and cut the artery with a knife, and the two people before jumped into the fire together, and in an instant, blood flew sideways, but everyone was singing in their mouths, and finally, the host holding the dead wood also jumped forward, and at that moment, the blood droplets floating in the air formed a magic circle under the pull of the magic power, and the flame in the center also ignited the magic circle at the same time, followed by a deflagration, a powerful deflagration, with a flash of white light in front of him, 9527's consciousness did not know where it was rushed.