A tree, a giant tree tens of meters high, a super tree that requires more than a dozen people to hug by sight. This large tree occupies the center of the entire hall. Many worshippers and patrons all revolve around it, with devotion and excitement on their faces.

Giroud was pushed from behind, and he was pushed further behind, no matter how slow his steps were, and finally walked into the hall. The sight is the giant tree in front of you. However, looking up from the trunk of this giant tree, it was normal at first, just a tree. However, the more you looked, the more wriggling lumps of flesh appeared on the trunk, and the top of the tree was not a crown, but a huge mass of flesh.

The lump of flesh grew on top of the tree, like the crown of the tree. This huge mass of flesh is like a heart, constantly agitating, constantly expanding under the tree. Maybe when this lump of meat wraps around the whole tree, the black goat's cub will be born?

On the top of the giant tree, there were some slender and slender things hanging from them, and if you looked closely, they were tentacles. The tentacles seemed to have lost their vitality, and they shrugged down, and from a distance, they were the extra branches.

"Boom!" Giroud subconsciously swallowed at the sight of this incomprehensible thing, an incomparable fear came out of his heart, and a voice kept shouting at him to run away.

Giroud's whole body trembled, and he was so shaky that he couldn't walk at all. Behind him, many people who were about to receive the "mother's blessing" also trembled one by one, and some even wanted to turn around and run away.

When you get here, you can't help these people to run away and cower. A large number of ministers came forward together, one by one, and forced the men to go forward. The attendants and patrons of the hall made way for the great tree. And they looked at Giroud and the others with very excited expressions, just like the old pervert + ghost saw a stripper wearing only a three-point stripper walking in a deserted alley.

Giroud was being held forward by powerful servants, his strength was completely inadequate in front of these mystical servants, and he felt as if his body no longer belonged to him.

Escorted through the humanoid passage towards the monstrous giant tree, Giroud's mind was already in a state of confusion, and when he looked up slightly, he saw that under the giant tree was a huge stone platform, on which a complex and evil magic array was depicted in blood.

Giroud and many others who were about to receive Mother's Blessing were pressed onto the stone altar and then forced to kneel on top of the magic circle on the altar. When one person was pressed to his knees, the attendants withdrew. When Giroud and the others were detained, the whole person was controlled by those servants, unable to speak, unable to control their own bodies, and their minds were in a state of confusion.

I don't know what adventures Giroud has had, what he may have eaten, although his mind is a little muddy at this time, but he is still more sober than many people next to him. He tried to speak, but he could only make a faint "ahhh

The leader of the Order stepped forward, and saw him open his arms and make a hug, his face reverent, his eyes fiery.

"Great Mother, I beg you to give me the Gospel!" said the leader of the Order, holding his arms outstretched, like an aria.

"Great Mother, I beg you to give me the Gospel!" echoed the voices of many ministers and patrons.

After saying this, the circle of attendants closest to the giant tree walked forward in unison, came to the bottom of the giant tree, and then ripped off their robes. I saw a long dagger in the other hand under their robes. The men didn't say a word, but as soon as they raised their long daggers, they plunged into their stomachs.

Immediately, blood splattered. But that's not all, I saw that after these people plunged the long dagger into their stomachs, there was not a trace of pain on their faces, only a face full of glory. They didn't fall, but continued to hold the long dagger and pull it over their stomachs.

The blood flowed out of the mouthfuls, and even the intestines fell out in the back, and their blood stained the area around the giant tree and the altar bright red. Eventually, these ministers fell, but their faces were still full of joy and glory.

This scene made Giroud's soul tremble and his soul was chilled. What was going on? Isn't it damn us? Why are these guys dead? Giroud couldn't figure it out, but it didn't prevent his heart from being filled with the deepening fear.

Led by the leader of the Order, the rest of the attendants and patrons began to chant obscure incantations, or hymns, and Giroud saw the blood of the servants move.

The blood began to flow, towards the giant tree, and then absorbed by the protruding roots. Giroud saw with his own eyes that blood vessels appeared on the trunk of the giant tree that had devoured so much blood, and these veins continued to extend towards the top of the tree until they were submerged in the huge mass of flesh on the top.

At this point, Giroud seemed to hear a voice other than the singing of the servants and patrons, and it was like some kind of mucus or saliva regurgitating in the mouth, which was very disgusting.

Who came up with this? An idea crossed Giroud's mind. With great perseverance, Giroud finally broke free of some restraint and lifted his head a little, and then he saw the huge lump of flesh on the top of the tree wriggling more often, and the sound seemed to be made by the lump of flesh.

Oh my God! Giroud exclaimed in his heart. But the next moment, something even more terrifying appeared, only to see that the tentacles that had lost their vitality and were pulled down one by one actually moved. These tentacles seem to be struggling, constantly swinging, very terrifying.

At this point, the moans of the attendants and patrons behind Giroud grew louder. As the song amplified, the tentacles froze in mid-air, and the next moment, they attacked the many people on the altar under the tree.

Seeing the countless tentacles stretching down rapidly, Giroud immediately panicked, and his mind was no longer muddy, but his body was still not under his control. One by one, tentacles reached out, and then plunged like sharp swords and spears into the brains of many people around Giroud, and then I saw that the man's body gradually began to dry up.

It's sucking us! That was Giroud's last thought.

PS: There has been something going on at home recently, and there may be fewer updates, please forgive me. Thank you for reading this far.