This cave is the "capital" of the Order, and in other places near or far from here, there are also large and small caves, where many civilians live who rely on the "mother's care". It is said to be the capital, but in fact, it can't be a town on the main plane.

Giroud had despair on his face and no honour at all to "accept his mother's blessing". Caught in the middle of a few "mother's servants", he walked towards the huge temple. On the way, dozens of "mother's servants" came from all over the city, with people who also looked dead and unknown to Giroud.

The ranks were quiet and heavy. Along the way, many pedestrians passed by, all respectfully out of the way, and then prostrate on the ground, muttering prayers. No one dared to look up, no one dared to stop the team.

In this way, the team kept moving forward, and finally came to the temple. There, the "Mother Ministers" of all the Order have arrived. They stood there in silence, waiting for the procession to arrive.

The scene was a little eerie, but Giroud couldn't think of it, he only knew that his fate was sealed, and now he became a walking corpse in advance. The leader of the Order, dressed in the same brown-and-black robes, looked like the rest of the Cultists. It is only because he stands before all the congregants that he is recognized as a leader.

The followers who took the lead in escorting saw their leader, stepped forward quickly, whispered in the leader's ear from time to time, and then pointed to Giroud and the others. The leader remained silent, and only nodded when the escorted disciple had finished speaking. Then he raised his hand and gestured.

With the leader's gesture, in the darkness in the distance, it seemed that a heavy iron door had been opened, making a loud and unpleasant sound. Giroud finally had another expression, and he quietly looked up into the darkness, where he knew it was a prison. Countless "disrespectful" to the mother, as well as various captives, were imprisoned. Legend has it that it was a hell that no one could get out alive, and if you got any closer, you would hear a terrible howl.

There was a shouting and whipping, followed by the sound of countless shackles being dragged. After a while, another group of people came out of the darkness. They were ragged, yellow-skinned, and decrepit, and they were the prisoners of the prison. But even more noticeable than these prisoners were the people who escorted them.

The men were also dressed in brown and black robes, and had swords and whips in their hands, but their other hands, or feet, were inadvertently revealed not by human bodies, but by tentacles......

Although receiving the "mother's blessing" in Giroud's mind is mortal. But what he didn't know was that there were some very lucky lucky people who really received the "blessing of their mother". But instead of being transformed into the mother's offspring, these people began to mutate physically, and most of their hands and feet became tentacles. As a result, these people have also gained great strength, but their minds have become insane.

Despite their madness, these people were fully integrated into the Order and became true "patrons".

Looking at these people, Giroud's face turned even paler, and his hands and feet began to tremble. Am I going to be this kind of monster?

These "patrons" escorted the prisoners over, and similarly parked the procession outside the temple. A "patron" of a slightly higher status with tentacles on both arms walked up to the leader.

"Let's get started!" the leader said as he watched the man come over and said only one word. The leader's voice was old, but with a certain tremor of excitement.

Hearing the leader's words, the man's tentacles swayed excitedly under his robe, looking very disgusting. He nodded to the "patron" over there, and one of the patrons approached with a prisoner in tow.

The group of prisoners was outnumbered, probably in the hundreds, more than half that of Giroud's team. A patron escorted the prisoners down the road in front of Giroud's procession, all the way to the temple.

"Mother, send down the gospel. Seeing the many prisoners being escorted on the way to the temple, the tentacle patron suddenly raised his head and shouted excitedly.

As soon as he finished shouting, the patrons who were guarding behind the prisoners dropped their knives (or rolled their heads with tentacles) and cut the prisoners to the ground. Blood poured out, drenching the path to the temple in a blood-red color.

The thick smell of blood spread, and many of the "servants" and "patrons" let out some kind of crazy shouts together. But in Giroud's eyes, he was scared and wanted to vomit.

"Let's go!" the attendant who escorted Giroud and the others suddenly shouted a loud order towards Giroud.

With all these crazy people and monsters watching, Giroud had no choice but to step on the blood-paved road. Attendants and patrons followed Giroud's procession, shouting excitedly as they entered the temple.

Finally, Giroud is about to see this terrifying and mysterious temple.

When you enter the temple, you are greeted by a wall that also carves a black monster with a sheep's head. THIS MONSTER HAS HORNS AT THE TOP OF ITS HEAD, BLACK WINGS ON ITS BACK, AND TWO FALLING RU+++ FANGS FALL ON HER CHEST, AND COUNTLESS TENTACLES LOOM BEHIND HER. HER FACE WAS FLUSHED WITH YIN+++, AND SHE WAS HOLDING A BOTTLE IN ONE HAND THAT SHE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT IT CONTAINED, AND A BABY'S HEAD IN THE OTHER. At the bottom of the screen, countless people reach out to touch her.

Giroud glanced up, and happened to meet the eyes on the sheep's head in the picture, and for a moment, Giroud felt a little dazzled, depressed, and unsteady in his steps. It was the people behind him who pushed him, and he got better.

Turn to the right and detour to the back of the mural, and the eerie passages will appear in front of you. When they arrived, except for the attendants who escorted Giroud and the others, the other attendants and patrons all ran towards the passage with shouts. When they were all inside, Giroud and the others were ordered by the attendant to continue walking.

The passage was long, but it was also short, but every step was a test for Giroud, and every step made him want to turn and run away. Giroud struggled inside, a thick sweat on his head, even though he knew he couldn't escape.

At the end of the passage, a large hall could be seen, and countless servants and patrons of the Order were already standing in it. Giroud looked up and saw what appeared to be a large tree in the center of the hall.