The Dead Believers ushered in the death they had been fearing and fleeing from. In the midst of wailing and weeping, the old man stood up in embarrassment, supported by the scepter of the Rotten Heart, and looked resentfully at the monstrous feast that stood atop the armed module. Then he turned and fell to his knees, and sang in a strange tone:

"Praise be to you, you are the death and the end.

In the wandering netherworld, only your rotten kingdom lives forever;

In the decay, only you are the same, only you can survive forever in the disappearance;

Praise be to you, noisy grave keeper, praise be to you, rotten ruler. ”

Then came the babbling of wild babble, but in the midst of the unjustified prayers, the fleeing believers slowly quieted down, gathered around the strange altar, and knelt on their knees in a fervent prayer.

It was only then that Fran had time to take a closer look at the strange altar.

Unlike the altars of the sun and moon gods that once appeared in the textbooks, in the factory that was almost in ruins, a black-brown altar emitted a glowing green light, and there was a smell of decaying objects, which ignored the air purification and protection functions of the armor, and drifted into Fran's nose unreasonably.

As the prayers of the dead believers continued, the light above the altar grew brighter and brighter. A crack in space appeared above the altar, as if some monster was about to break through the restraints and descend on this world through the magic circle.

"Ready, there's three minutes left until the ritual time." Moxiso's voice sounded, a little dignified, "The energy reaction is too large, it is speculated that it should be a certain dependent, if there is no enemy, retreat directly." ”

"Okay." After the feast ended, he walked to the weapons depots scattered on the ground, and inspected and arranged the various weapons one by one.

"God's grace is coming! You're going to die here, and you're going to let your corpses rot! And we will eventually have eternal life in the kingdom of the gods! ”

The old man at the head was very excited, saliva was flying, and the rotten heart scepter was used by him as a long stick, flailing aimlessly in the air, and the movements of the feast did not stop in the slightest, but kept checking the status of the weapon.

Suddenly, a rotting tentacle stretched out from behind the old man, and in the exclamation of the old man, he was swept into the crack in the space, and the rest of the dead believers who were praying around looked up blankly, but ......

Just as they were about to get up, a strange, indescribable, creature-like roar came from the crack. The dazed gaze of the Dead Believer receded, replaced by a frenzy rooted in the depths of the soul!

"Praise you...... Celebrating ......"

Hoarse prayers rang out again, and the dead believers tore at each other, tearing the flesh of their comrades down, scrambling to worship them on the altar! The moment the fresh, still steaming flesh and blood was placed on the altar, it began to rot rapidly, turning into puddles of stinking water!

The creature's roar was heard again, and Feast stopped checking its weapon, looking at the crack a little strangely, "Huh? Mouse? ”

Fran, who has lived in the lower town for a long time, is all too familiar with the creature's call, and although it is a little different, it is still clear that the creature is the cry of a mouse when it is threatened.

"Fran! High energy reaction detected! Morgan's anxious voice rang out, "It's not something you can deal with!" Stand back now! ”

The feast didn't retreat, or rather, he couldn't retreat.

A thick curtain spreads from above the altar, enveloping this abandoned factory area! Like the Colosseum of ancient Rome, the feast was confined under this damn veil.

Feast carried the large-caliber shotgun called the Dead behind him, and stood sideways with the greatsword in both hands. The combat aid inside the armor is a frantic warning that a highly polluted creature is coming!

Claws reached out of the crack, tearing open the tiny crack, and a rat's head emerged from the crack, leaving some fresh flesh between its lips and teeth, and a piece of cloth that seemed familiar.

The monster struggled, wriggling out of the crack! The rotting tentacles of the lower limbs are intertwined, throwing out a mess of rotten pus, dripping to the ground, making a corrosive sound! The dying believer knelt on his knees in fear and reverence with his bloody face, and muttered a crazy moan: "Rot, rot, rot! It should be rotten! Praise and praise! Praise be to the Holy One! ”

"Bang!"

With a roar, countless special steel pellets erupted, shattering the lower limbs of the rat-headed monster's wriggling tentacles, however, the shattered tentacles quickly turned into puddles of slime.

Then!

New tentacles emerge from the rift!

Faces appeared above the deformed chest of the rat-headed monster, evil and evil!

Hate and resent!

The faces opened their mouths, bared their sharp teeth, and the sound of mourning grew.

"Thou shalt rot! Thou shalt rot! ”

With a frantic whin, the rust quickly climbed up the metal armor joints of the feast!

Feast struggled to move his body, trying to distance the distance between the two, but the rusty joints could not bend, the built-in programs began to report errors wildly, and blood-red alarms spread throughout the tactical vision!

Moxiso's voice was also a little distorted at the moment due to the collapse of the communication module: "Lijia...... Evacuate ............ This is ...... ...... 呲呲...... Remains! ”

Subsequently, the communication module, which was on the verge of collapse, finally stopped working, and the feast was silent, retreating, where could it retreat?

A wave of anger welled up in Fran's heart for no apparent reason, it was the anger of being disobeyed!

He whispered, "How dare you?" ”

In the cockpit, the sound of chewing suddenly sounded, and even forcibly suppressed the noisy wails around it. He repeated again, "How dare you? ”

The bolt turned, and the heavy armor was voluntarily abandoned by Fran, and the rusty metal armor smashed to the ground, splashing up patches of dust. The scarlet armor tore through the camouflage, exposing the scarlet body to air.

In a dream or a phantasmagion, Fran seemed to see a strange sight, like a mist, unreal, but palpable.

There is a banquet opening, the cups are staggered, and the feast is feasted. A middle-aged fat man with sharp hands and teeth sat on a luxurious chair, greedily enjoying the various delicacies on the board in front of him.

As if sensing Fran's gaze, the middle-aged fat man raised his head, restrained his comical appearance of being greedy and hungry, and looked at Fran with demonic purple eyes......

"I give you blood to eat, and I acknowledge your identity......," laughed the revelers, "and in return you will wash away my shame!" Is this price acceptable to you? ”

Fran nodded respectfully, and the feast stood quietly behind him, and the mysterious words emerged from the hands of the feasters, and two pairs of the same purple eyes intertwined, that was the source! It's also the starting point of everything!