Though he felt no pain, nor did he feel tired, the Nameless Child began to feel that the ritual being constituted, as others had said, was full of primordial evil, a ritual used only by the most feared cults. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The cult ritual was supposed to make the victim taste the pain, but the ritual led by Father Edward skillfully eliminated the pain, but it was carried out smoothly and delicately, just as a young preacher would only take a rough approach, while a senior priest would make people feel like a spring breeze. However, even the Nameless Son did not expect that Father Edward's philosophy and power, which were originally full of pain and ascetic meaning, were now acting in the opposite direction.

Of course, only Father Edward himself knew how effective it would be. On the other hand, it is Father Edward's prowess in pain and asceticism that makes it possible for today's ritual recipients to feel no pain, as the Nameless Son thinks.

A large amount of blood soon spread to every inch of the ground, along the surface of the object, taking up a huge space, and one felt like one was in the middle of this huge blood-colored pattern. Everywhere there are curves and lines that form angles, curves and angles are intertwined to form all kinds of delicate patterns that are easy to make people think about each other, and a large number of delicate patterns are combined to form even greater curves and angles, and then further form a larger pattern, until they are combined into a complete pattern that cannot be seen clearly from its own level with the naked eye.

The Nameless Child has the feeling that the shape of any of these motifs in every subtle part is meaningful, and that these meanings tell a story of great complexity in a language that humans cannot understand. Just like the people who preside over the rituals in every religion will recite the proclamations that are inexplicable to others.

Neither Father Edward nor the Nameless Son needed to speak, for the ritual of blood had already been told of itself.

The blood that flowed from the body of the Nameless Son now seemed to him like some kind of blood-like liquid flowing from another space connected to his body, and the air gradually filled the air with a smell of rust, and he even felt that the smell of rust was gradually seeping into his body, making the organic body also begin to rust. It's a strange feeling, one has the illusion of whether or not you're human, and wonders if the smell of rust in the air is really a "smell" and not something else aggressive.

Blood becomes less like blood, and people seem to cease to be human. The ritual phenomenon that seems to be telling a complex story is still spreading far and wide. On this huge platform, and in this most striking place is the huge elevator cluster facility, the patterns made of blood are like strange scars, and they begin to give the impression that these inanimate things are awakening, becoming a living thing.

The pattern has expanded to a volume that cannot be encompassed by the naked eye, and in this three-dimensional space, Father Edward and the Nameless Son both feel a very strong sense of constraint, and the platform that originally appeared open in the feeling suddenly becomes narrow when there is no change in volume, and he is stretching his body on such a small territory. Of course, purely in terms of measurements, the volume of the two people is smaller than this space anyway, but it still gives the two of them the illusion that they can't stretch.

Father Edward, who endured the emotional breakdown, endured the unprecedented expansion of his own sensibilities, and felt that his reason was crumbling in this surging wave, but for this ritual to take place, it was precisely the control of reason that was required. In the whole process of the ritual, those vicious feelings will be swelled with the swelling of the ritual leader's own sensibility, the more the emotions fluctuate, the more perceptual eyes are used to watch the whole process, the inner guilt, the malice that erodes from the outside to the inside, will become more and more obvious, and eventually lead to the collapse of personal consciousness.

In order to activate the power of the Nameless Son, such a dangerous ritual must be performed, and the risk of the whole process has never been borne by the Nameless Son alone.

Father Edward only felt that the pressure exerted on his heart was getting bigger and bigger, and this pressure had nothing to do with physical weakness, nothing to do with mental state, nothing to do with mental quality, it was like being tired for no reason, or, from all kinds of complicated angles, he felt that he could no longer support himself, he wanted to give up, he wanted to vent, he wanted to yell at everything that was going on at the moment: "What is this! It seems that as long as one person says "give up" to himself, he will really give up.

But whether these feelings of weariness and weariness came spontaneously from the depths of his own heart or were instilled in some indescribable channel, Father Edward himself could not tell.

The Nameless Son began to hear some strange sounds, but he was not sure that it was really a "sound", and he couldn't describe what kind of sound it was, it was like a delusion that grew from his own mind in a quiet hour, and it was like a wriggling from a distant place, there was such an indescribable feeling, after it appeared in his mind, it had been entrenched in the brain stem, and the cold breath emitted seemed to freeze even the brain cells, and every thought appeared as if it was going to turn more than ten times longer than usual.

In the eyes of the Nameless Son, Father Edward's changes were slowing down, while the ritual of blood was proceeding at a steady pace. The rate of change that happened to Father Edward was almost on the verge of a limit, and it was felt that if the limit was crossed, the entire ritual would collapse, which would lead to many terrible consequences. The Nameless Son couldn't help but pinch a cold sweat for Father Edward, he didn't doubt Father Edward's ability, but the current facts have proved that Father Edward's condition is worse than he expected, and it continues to deteriorate.

Father Edward's image has changed dramatically from the beginning of the ceremony, the external human form has been distorted to the point that it is impossible to see the human form, and the already inhuman image that was originally restrained by this human form, within the contour of the human form, is like eroding the external human form, and is the culprit who caused Father Edward himself to deform - this kind of thing does not need to be proven, as long as you have eyes to see, you can understand it naturally.

Father Edward is about to turn into a monster.

The "voice" heard by the Nameless Son suddenly stopped, and everything around him fell into a sinister silence that seemed to be felt only by the Nameless Son, and felt extremely uncomfortable as a result. Standing in front of him, the man named "Father Edward" was no longer recognizable from his appearance, and he had completely become something that was not "human" at all. It's weird, it's alive, it seems to have so many features that it doesn't seem to be featureless as a whole, and it can't be described in terms like "one" or "one", and it doesn't prove that it's originally human. It seemed to be born with such a strange appearance, and even made the Nameless Son himself feel that Father Edward was originally such an image, and the human form of the male priest before was a disguise.

This strange thing terrified the Nameless Son, who was completely unable to understand why Father Edward had become the way he was, however, the ritual did not stop, making him feel that Father Edward had not completely lost control of the ritual, which meant that they had not failed. Even so, the Nameless Son could not form a clear idea of what the two of them were declaring war against, and his consciousness came from a perceptual cognition: Father Edward was fighting, he was fighting, and the others were fighting, and the price to pay was getting heavier and heavier, but the situation did not improve.

The Nameless Son could not observe Father Edward's battle on a conscious level, and therefore could not judge Father Edward's victory or defeat, so he could only wait for the final outcome to appear, if he could survive until then.

The Nameless Son felt his heart beating so hard that it seemed like it was going to burst out of his chest at any moment, and he had no idea how much time had passed since the ritual began. At one point, Father Edward's body, which had been completely deformed, collapsed abruptly, turning into a puddle of liquid that melted into the bloodstream that made up the ritual, seemingly scattered throughout the ritual's huge pattern, and spread in all directions as the pattern expanded.

The Nameless Son felt the world spin and restrain himself, the cage of ritual patterns spinning rapidly. A sense of presence came from any direction, but I couldn't tell what direction it was, whether it was on my left or right hand, above my head or under my feet. I just feel that this sense of presence is so strong, and it certainly doesn't come from all directions. It is more like a trickle, along a strange spatial structure, across the separation of matter and spirit, flowing from an inexplicable place into one's own body, and in the process, one's own body is completely unobstructed.

The Nameless Son suddenly realizes that it is the enemy, that the enemy is entering him, and that it is no longer himself who is bound by the ritual, but this enemy. I am becoming it, I am going to die, it is definitely not death in the ordinary sense, but a fundamental disappearance, and I will have nothing left. This ritual does not constitute a battlefield in one's own body and in one's own consciousness as he imagined, and he is not a warrior at all in front of it.

It was also at this time that the Nameless Son finally understood why he looked so tired and godless when he met Father Edward. The unspeakable fear that Father Edward had endured must now bear as well as the Nameless Son, and in a very short time destroyed all his defenses - the Nameless Son felt that he was melting, and that his thoughts, his consciousness, his memories, all the ways of thinking and life instincts that dominated his actions, melted into a state of impersonality in a feeling that seemed to be extremely hot and cold.

Ah, I'm going to disappear. Such thoughts came to the mind of the Nameless Son for the last time, and after that, the Nameless Son's body floated in the ritual space, as if pinched by an invisible hand, flesh and bone mixed together, and a larger amount of blood squeezed out like sauce. The flesh and bones were kneaded into another human form like dough, and the human form, which had lost its bodily fluids and appeared shriveled, swelled again as if it were inflated, and its outline became rounded and angular, and it became another human.

It was a woman's body, and there were no features that would make it look like a woman, as if it could fit into the silhouette of any woman. At the same time as the female body took shape, the ritual pattern that had spread far away suddenly shrank, and the fine texture appeared on the foot surface of the female body, and then spread up along the legs, as if this huge ritual pattern was being compressed and engraved onto the body by some force.

The shackles were taking shape, and the woman, with no personality features, showed no signs of struggling or waking up.

Father Edward, who had been integrated into the ritual motif, was separated from the blood-colored liquid substance that made up the ritual motif, before the entire ritual motif was engraved on the woman's body. The liquid, which was separated from the liquid, was reshaped into a human form, and the silhouette of Father Edward emerged from the featureless human form.

When Father Edward's body was solid, his spirit was as if he had returned from a long and difficult journey, full of exhaustion, as if he would lie down at any moment, never to wake up. The only thing that made him feel better than before was the surging emotion and thoughts that were not self-restrained, and finally gradually returned to his control, crawling under the feet of reason again, and the heart that had collapsed into an abyss finally changed back to that clear and hard appearance.

He used the disguised power of ninety-nine-nine to turn himself into a kind of symbolic "bridge", extraditing the unspeakable monster who hooked himself up through the abyss of his heart into the ritual, and then injected it into the Nameless Son through the ritual, and used the ritual pattern as a chain to lock it inside the Nameless Son - as for whether it is reliable or not, it can only be said by the facts that followed, and it is completely impossible to estimate.

For now, at least, it seems to have succeeded.

Under the power of the ritual, the unspeakable monster turned into a woman. The invisible becomes visible, the unpredictable becomes something solidified, and unpredictable phenomena are forcibly incorporated into an order that can be analyzed. In the original plan of the witch VV, it was through this change that she could defeat enemies that even she could not imagine. Theoretically, Father Edward had completed the process with accuracy and meticulousness, and all that was left was to use his own strength to defeat an enemy who was no longer "unspeakable".