Inside and outside the church, an extremely eerie picture is formed.

In the church, the completely fused contaminant flesh and blood have fused together, crawling all over the ground, walls, and roof. Dressed in black, the inhuman-like monster stood among the flesh and blood, indifferently looking at the visitor.

Outside the church, a blind girl who knew nothing pleaded in a low voice: "I, my mother is sick and needs money, but I don't have it." I want to sell myself in exchange for money to see her. I'll be obedient, I can do anything. ”

Schellen looked at her indifferently and didn't say a word.

Unlike ordinary pollutants, he does not have much desire to spread pollution and faith, and even thinks that he should be the only being under the god "Paine".

So, he didn't have any interest in this girl who suddenly appeared.

The blind girl sobbed, "Please, buy me." ”

Schellen spoke, and asked in a mutated, hoarse and difficult voice, "Do you know what this place is?" ”

"Yes."

“……”

Schellen waved his hand, and a dark grid embedded in the wall tore.

Countless golden coins rolled out of the dark compartment with a crisp sound and landed on the flesh carpet.

These riches were hidden by the owner of this church, and he could hide them from others, but he could not hide them from him.

Sherren said, "You can take them. ”

The blind girl gritted her teeth, suddenly stepped away, and walked into the church.

She was barefoot, stepping on the blanket of flesh that was essentially a contaminant.

The pain pierced her mind, and she wailed and fell to the ground, but she struggled to hold on, got up, and trembled to crawl towards the place where the gold coin rang.

Fish scales grew on her legs, but she finally grabbed a handful of gold coins and crawled out of the church before she could completely mutate.

Schellen didn't stop her.

If she is polluted, she deserves to be devoured.

If she's not polluted, let her be.

Before dawn, Sheron Sen turned and left.

……

A few hours later, the blind girl returned.

She was still dressed in shabby single clothes, with many abnormalities on her body, and stood at the door of the church shivering.

Half because of the cold, half because of the excitement.

She was distorted by pollution, and she was cured of her eye ailment—just as the power of pollution had brought Schellen back on her feet.

Her eyes were no longer grayish-white, but had beautiful dark brown pupils.

She saw the horrible church covered in scarlet flesh, but slowly knelt down at the door of the church, bowing her head.

"Thank you, my master, my deity." She said happily.

She should have been terrified of this scene, but her will had been polluted and distorted, so instead of being afraid, she felt that the disgusting rotting flesh was very kind.

"Praise be to you, praise to the great gods. I will bring more believers to the gods and more prey for you. She kissed the flesh blanket and said feverishly.

With that, she turned and left.

And from that day on, a legend suddenly spread in the slums.

Legend has it that the cave, which feared the girls and loved the men, was converted to the true gods.

Those who enter the church will be able to gain wealth and health if they pass the tests of the gods.

Someone was skeptical, someone hurried over, and then in extreme agony, completely contaminated, swallowed by a blanket of flesh and blood.

But their deaths confirmed the truth of the rumors.

Most of the people who walked into the Church of the Flesh died, and there were a few lucky ones who, after paying the price of heavy pollution, touched the gold coins - but they were distorted to care, but they no longer cared about wealth, they cheered, jumped, and finally became the champions of the Church of the Flesh like blind girls.

As more and more contaminants were engulfed and fused, the flesh carpet continued to extend outward, completely enveloping the entire church.

And the pilgrims went on the road to death one after another.

They are greedy for money, destitute people, or terminally ill patients. The threat of death could not stop them, and the price of turning into a monster was insignificant in their eyes.

In the center of the church, a chain-woven cross is covered in flesh and blood, and finally transformed into a statue of the god Paine in the body of a sheep-headed fish.

Occasionally, it sings loudly, cascades of prayers spread, and all listeners become faithful believers in the gods.

Everything seems absurd and ridiculous.

……

Capital of the Azermet Empire.

Scotti has been busy lately.

The virus-like pollution videos are flooded all over the Internet, which has caused many people to be contaminated into hospitals, and some even have symptoms of body mutations, including horns, hair, fish scales, and everything.

One of the most serious patients in the Nishizawa Empire, with his legs folded together in the shape of a fish's tail, has not yet grown rotting scales, but his internal skeletal and muscular structure has been completely changed.

What's even more terrifying is that this disease is still contagious, and several doctors who have been in contact with this patient have all been infected with similar symptoms, and have grown foreign bodies such as horns and fluff, but fortunately, the degree is relatively mild, and after removing the mutated parts, it will return to normal, but I don't know if it will recur in the future, and it is still in the isolation observation period.

If it weren't for the clarity of the patient's past history — he was a delusional patient who had been in a psychiatric hospital for twenty years — the doctors who treated him would not have believed that he was human.

The royal family and cabinet of the Nishizawa Empire were alarmed, and they mobilized people overnight to investigate the matter thoroughly, pulling out all kinds of scientists, occultists, and religious figures, and establishing an organization codenamed "Tower of Babel...... But a group of people are in a mess, each saying their own thing, scolding the street at the meeting, and so far they have neither figured out what is going on with the polluted video, nor have they been able to cure the mutants.

What are you doing, tear the first place.

After secretly pinching off the pen in her hand for the Nth time, but having to persuade and thin the mud with an elegant smile on her face, Scotti almost despaired of the entire organization.

But she had to rely on them for the time being - after all, this was the thirteenth batch of experts she had replaced, so she had to let them fire them after a meeting, right?

As the eldest daughter of the royal family of the Nishizawa Empire with aristocratic education, and the chief of the Tower of Babel, Scotti has a very good external cultivation, but this does not prevent her from scolding this group of wastes into dogs in her heart.

But with an inward curse, she had to sit at the top of the conference table like a mascot with an elegant, charming, noble, and modest smile, and watch a pair of leather shoes fly from the feet of a magic swordsman to the head of a priest, and a stinking black sock from the head of a wizard to the mouth of a necromancer.

Seeing that the necromancer, who opened his mouth to curse but accidentally swallowed a stinky sock, raised his fist, Shi Coti stopped it in time and tactfully: "Please discuss rationally and don't hurt each other." ”

Don't hurt each other - that's probably the bottom line of Babel.

After all, injuries at meetings are considered work-related injuries, and medical expenses are quite expensive, and Scotti doesn't want to reimburse them.

The necromancer, who had eaten a stinky sock, blushed and took several deep breaths before reluctantly lowering his fist.

Looking at the chaotic meeting scene, Shi Curti sighed in her heart, knowing that today was another fruitless day.