"But anyway, because of your desire, the whole operation failed."

"It's... Yes, yes, Lord Femabaha, I... I..."

The rat was speechless for a moment, he knew very well how extreme and cruel this patient No. 13 of the "No. 8 Lunatic Asylum" was to his subordinates who had done wrong!

Femabah glanced at the mouse's trembling back and sneered:

"Hehe, you should thank your wife, if it weren't for the fact that she gave me a lot of pleasure at some moments, I would have asked you to cut out your heart little by little and eat it, and then pull out your intestines and continue to eat until you have eaten your whole body!"

"Now get out there and take a telegram and tell Patient 7 that the Night's Watch has given us a gift, and now I need her help to give the Night's Watch a return gift in the last few days, enough to make them unforgettable in return, which is the only thing you can do at the moment."

When the mouse heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief silently, looked fearfully at Faimabah and the tribute platform covered with dark green candles on the table behind him, and replied respectfully:

"Yes, Lord Femabah!"

When he saw the angel tattoo on his chest alive, he thought he was going to be a part of something.

"Your wife is in the next room above, remember to take her to the hospital for a check-up, of course, if it's still too late."

"Yes.... My lord..."

When the rat exited the basement, "Patient No. 13" Femabah turned his head to look at the altar covered with green candles, and he paused, and said in a more respectful and humble manner than the rat had faced him:

"Your Excellency, the ritual... Was the ceremony a success? ”

"It worked, but the blood sacrifice lost one, causing some trouble."

A cold and emotionless female voice came from the green candles on the tribute platform, and then the dim flames on the green candles suddenly strung together, as if they had vitality, and the firelight quickly gathered from both sides, smoothly outlining an illusory, ancient pattern flame door, and landed in the center of the tribute table.

Black nails rubbed against the door of flames, making a sneering scratching sound, and as the sound grew louder, the door of illusory flames slowly opened, and a slightly transparent female figure walked out of it.

Dressed in a retro dress, she was pale, her cheeks were delicate, and her dark green hair was thick and waterfalling, like a summer jungle, to a degree that would make any woman envious and jealous.

Femabaha humbly looked at the female figure in the candlelight, her tan eyes motionless.

"I'm sorry Divine Envoy, there was one less blood sacrifice before, how many do I need to make up this time to please my lord?"

"The sacrificial ritual cannot be reversed, and once it begins, it cannot be made up for in the middle of the process, otherwise it will be regarded as a taboo and disrespectful to our Lord."

"Understood, understood, Lord of God."

Patient No. 13 Femabaha did not dare to speak again, he closed his mouth tightly, his body was like a benchmark, he stood next to the illusory woman, waiting quietly.

At this moment, the originally dim candlelight began to distort, intertwine, and deform, transforming into various limb-like shapes, each of which seemed to correspond to a certain part of the human body.

Whoop -

The sound of heavy objects pouring down sounded inexplicably, and human heads, internal organs, torsos and other human stumps appeared strangely on the tribute platform, which were fragmented and bleeding with black-brown blood stains, stacked layer after layer.

With the illusory change of the candle flame, these flesh and blood stumps began to consciously twitch, assemble, and put together, piecing together a bloody man with no skin, deranged bones, and upside down fascia and wriggling.

"Shhhhh Hiss...."

The black-red eyes stared at Femabah, at the woman in the long dress, who opened its mouth full of rotten flesh and blood, and wanted to speak, but could only make a sound similar to that of a poisonous snake spitting letters.

"Shhhh Hiss ....."

The bloody man hissed constantly.

Just when Femabaha could barely stand the nightmarish murmuring, the patchwork of the bloody man's body suddenly disintegrated, and the stumps and dry bones rotted into mud, clattering to the dark red altar and the blue-gray floor.

"Broken... Broken? ”

Femabah looked at all this happening on the tribute platform with a surprised expression, for this divine descent ceremony, they had been preparing for too long and too long, but this bloody man said that it would disintegrate, without warning.

"Your Excellency, this?"

"Don't speak!"

Femabaha hurriedly spoke, only to be immediately reprimanded by the oracle in a long dress, and at this moment, the angel tattoo on his chest suddenly changed.

The angel's uncontrollable desire to turn his face away, to hide his body behind his back, and to cover himself with two wings, like an ostrich in danger, stuck his head in the sand, out of sight, was a bit funny, but it was already telling.

Boom –

A huge explosion came from the invisible void, and a faint, ancient, and indescribable spiritual storm blew through the entire basement, and a mysterious advent symbol appeared in the place where the bloody man had just disintegrated.

Goo, goo!

A wet, sticky, dark red worm gathered from the symbol, it vibrated its unpurified wings, and its writhing body conjured up a ring of light, on which there were obscure symbols, just one glance, people couldn't help but vomit, shiver, cold, as if falling into the abyss, even consciousness became blurred.

"God shall not look at him!"

"God shall not look at him!"

......

Femabaha gasped and repeated the words over and over again, now covered in wriggling blisters and in danger of losing control, but the frenzied expression on his face became more and more flamboyant and horrified.

"The first step in bringing the gods down has been completed, and in essence, this time the ritual descends is called the Medium Worm, and you can't look directly at it with your sequence of persons."

The messenger cautiously reached out and picked up the wet winged worm, and then reverently and feverishly recited the incantation that was incomprehensible many times, and then she opened her mouth with a hideous expression, stretched out her pink tongue stained with fine slime, and licked it greedily, and finally swallowed the worm.

Silently, the red swelling candlelight was extinguished, but for Femabah, Patient 13, this did not prevent him from seeing things in the dark.

"I nurture it with my own flesh and spirit, remembering that in the first three months there is a sacrificial rite every three months."

"No problem, Lord Divine Messenger," Femabaha said as he looked at the Divine Envoy and nodded feverishly.

"Today's medium worm is the Lord's response, and although I don't know which Lord's response it was, we at least succeeded!"

As he spoke, an inexplicable ancient meaning emanated from the room, and it took about three seconds for the envoy in the long skirt to cast his gaze on the pile of flesh on the tribute table, which seemed to be rotten for a long time, filled with the flesh of writhing maggots and black ants.

"Your Excellency, what do we do next? Do you need to send a telegram for them to come back on the 5th and 6th as well? Femabaha asked respectfully.

Call......

The oracle shook her head slightly, she reached out and took out a simple and delicate round pocket watch from her inner pocket, it looked indistinguishable from a normal pocket watch at first glance, but in the darkness it shimmered with curling blood, as if it was wriggling.

"They don't need to come back, it's you."

"Me?"

When he heard the word "I", the corners of Femabach's forehead twitched obviously, and he always felt that something was different.

She took a slow breath and said:

"There's something incongruous about your fate, mixed with luck, and Asylum No. 8 needs your share of luck!"

"Of course, you also need to be careful enough, because any gift of fate has already been secretly marked with a price code......"