Chapter 127: Die, Die to Lao Tzu -
The man held the heart freshly cut out of his body in both hands, held it high above his head, and looked at the altar in the middle with a look of fanaticism.
"Lord of the Abyss, grant me peace!"
After a roar that resembled a creature of the abyss, he placed the bloody heart on the altar, and even reverently built it into the shape of a pyramid.
At last he staggered to the other side, and lay on the ground with a smile on his face, like everyone else who had sacrificed before, as if he had found peace.
Immediately afterwards, one handsome man after another came out of the crowd and repeated the operation of cutting out the chest and taking the heart for sacrifice, and the whole process was orderly.
Wayne stared in amazement at the scene before him that subverted his perception, the burning eyes, the reverent praise, and finally the crazy move......
"They ......"
The clown doll's button-made eyes were blood-red by the light of the blood moon, "Their hearts were still beating when they were taken down." β
"It's a favorite of the offerings that are so fresh and delicious."
"It?"
"The gatekeeper of the deep abyss, the ruler of the dark dogsβthe dark demon."
Demonic ......
Wayne looked at these people who had become the rations of the abyssal creatures, and his heart was cold.
Is this the sacrificial ritual of the Abyss Sect?
Such a strange scene touched his heart more than the hundreds of hanging corpses in the sacrifice ceremony of the Desperate Sect before.
"Why are you taking me to see this?"
"Interesting, isn't it?" The corners of the clown's mouth are upturned, and his hands are open as if he is embracing the world, "Hee-ha-ha...... This is the real world, crazy, deformed, and funny! β
"I didn't find it funny......"
Wayne glanced around and found the man behind the altar who seemed to be presiding over the sacrifice.
Dressed in dark green robes, he wore a black gold-veined mask on his face, just like the Poulson he had seen before.
Well?
He's supposed to be Poulson, right?
Wayne carefully observed his eyes, very sincere eyes, there were still a lot of bloodshot in his eyes, revealing a bit of exhaustion - was he killed the contract creature and injured?
"Wait, you'll find it interesting soon."
The clown snapped his fingers, and a couch appeared beneath him, leaning over as if no one was around.
Wayne glanced sideways at him and sat down with him.
No matter what the Joker's purpose is, he can't leave at this time, so he just has to see what he says is "interesting".
Perhaps, it can make the killing intent in his heart stronger!
It was only at this point that Wayne realized that the location of the two was not the real world.
Rather, above nothingness, like the two sides of a mirror, they could see the sacrificial rites outside, but those people could not perceive their presence.
No, not only that,
Wayne looked up at the red moon in the night sky, but even the red moon couldn't affect them.
"This is part of that theater?"
"Oh? Did you find out? β
The clown doll reached out and took out a bottle of wine and placed two more glasses in front of him, "Theater is real and unreal. β
"As a taboo object, you have to have some abilities that match your identity, right?"
As he spoke, he motioned for Wayne to pour the wine.
"So, that theater is your ability?"
Without hesitation, Wayne poured a fifth of the wine into both glasses, handed one of them to the clown, and took one himself.
"Of course......" the clown took a sip of his glass, looked at the bloody sacrifice ceremony below, and said comfortably, "Not really." β
Wayne: "......"
No, you're still 'of course'?
"The so-called taboo is because they all have a certain degree of danger, but at the same time, they also have a powerful and extraordinary power to be chased by others."
"They? Aren't you? β
Wayne took a sip of the wine and decided not to touch it again.
The color of the wine was the same as the blood that had just been sprayed by the fanatical believers below, and he felt a wave of nausea that he couldn't contain.
ββ¦β¦ Me too,"
The clown doll looked at the rest of the wine in the glass, "But I'm different from most of the taboos. In fact, it's only when I'm out of control that I'm called 'taboo'. β
"Out of control? What kind? β
"Probably, it's the same as the people below......"
Wayne looked at the bloody scene below and thought: Is this what it looks like after it gets out of control?
Of course, he would not be naΓ―ve to think that the clown became like this, the truth is the opposite, it can only be that the clown has killed everyone else......
"So, is there a way to unwind your runaway?"
"That's what I'm looking for you today, um, one."
"Oh?"
"Today, I feel the same way I felt seventeen years ago." The clown doll's voice is calm, calm enough to make people feel its actual killing intent.
"Seventeen years ago?"
Hearing that thing again, Wayne couldn't help but be a little surprised, how many times has this been?
"You're talking about that time in the city-state of Custer that got out of control?"
"That's how it was at that time, there was always a voice whispering in my ear."
The clown did not admit or deny it, played with the glass, and continued: "That voice told me that I had completely reduced the world to nothing. β
False?
Wayne looked at him suspiciously, not understanding what it had to do with his loss of control?
"But/she shouldn't mention Lilith, if the world is false, then Lilith is gone, and I will never allow such a thing to happen!"
Wayne's heart shook, "You mean, someone deliberately mentioned 'Lilith' to you?" β
He's seen the power of those three words,
I remember that the clown was not out of control at that time, but he was in a state of distraction and could easily cut the strangler into parts, if it was really out of control......
"Yes, so, once I'm completely mad and out of control, I need you to help me get rid of it!"
"How can I help you?" Wayne was stunned, is there really a way to lift the clown's loss of control?
"It's easy, you just have to say my name." The clown turned his head straight and said word for word, "Arnold Lilith Leonard, that's my name!" β
"Arnold Lilith Leonard......"
The name is pronounced in Gonzare, not the current Aldouglas franca, but Vine knows the pronunciation of these words.
But the name is not the point,
He now felt more and more like a clown, and to be precise, Mr. Leonard was one of the two princes of the Turing Empire.
Is it the eldest who is blessed by the Sun Church, or the second who is blessed by the Night Church?
"That's right," the clown doll's face twisted into a hideous look, "this time whoever it is, I'm going to make him pay." β
"I absolutely agree with you."
Compared to those who hide in the dark corners and play tricks, in Wayne's heart, the clown is much cuter.
"But I also want to warn you, don't say that name lightly, or you will encounter any danger, don't blame me."
Wayne's heart sank, and he smiled dryly: "Don't worry, my mouth is the strictest." β
He won't talk nonsense everywhere, and the method of being able to lift a taboo out of control is absolutely unknown to very few people.
If others had known, there would have been no tragic fate for the Secret Investigation Division seventeen years ago.
"Preferably ...... Here it comes! β
"W-"
Wayne looked down, and the words he wanted to say were completely blocked in his throat.
I saw that next to the altar below, a black crack that stretched for hundreds of meters slowly emerged, and then several huge fingers squeezed out of the crack.
Click, click......
A crisp voice rang out, and the space was stretched out.
A fierce wind swept by, accompanied by a decaying force, and the trees in the entire forest withered in an instant, and even the rain was blocked from the woods.
And the people around the altar had long since ceased to phelp, and their whole bodies were lying on the ground, their heads buried under their hands, reverently welcoming the great coming.
Is that......
Wayne's eyes widened as he stared at the world where the giant hand covered in black scales was.
Mountains made of white bones stretch for hundreds.
The sky there was blood-red, as if it were a flowing river of blood, and from time to time hideous monsters came out of the blood, spitting out a few bones.
He also saw dozens or hundreds of ghostly vicious dogs, roaming around the owner of the giant hand, dragging the corpse of a huge monster to it.
In the distance, there was a different scene of purgatoryβblack peaks, gushing magma, and countless monsters as huge as the owner of the giant hand.
[You peeked into the deep abyss world, your origin is more than 20, your spirit level is more than 200, and you have successfully resisted cognitive collapse. Comment: It's a beautiful world, isn't it? Special Rewards: Survival Point +10, Spirit Level +3, Tenacity Level +3. γ
[You peeked into the dark demon, but the deep abyss across the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood obscured your gaze. Evaluation: Only there can be its beauty! Special Rewards: Survival Point +6, Spirit Level +2, Tenacity Level +2. γ
Wayne: Pretty World......
The panel's evaluation, as always, is full of bad taste.
"There, it's the deep abyss, and this dark demon is just a very small existence in it."
The clown doll said lightly: "But what I want to tell you is that compared to that terrifying abyss world, this world is much more terrifying. β
Wayne looked at him suspiciously, "You're talking about the real world?" β
"The real world?" The clown shook his head and continued, not without disappointment, "In the future, you will be able to understand what I said." β
Later...... Don't wait for later,
If he hadn't known that he couldn't beat him, Wayne would definitely have grabbed him by the neck and let him finish his story.
"Delicious, delicious...... Not. β
As the two of them spoke, the ghostly demon stretched out his entire palm, grabbed the altar and retracted it, pouring everything on the altar into its mouth and chewing it.
It was only then that Wayne could see what it looked like.
There are dozens of mouths on the entire head, full of sharp teeth. And in the middle of these mouths, a one-eyed vertical pupil is submerged behind the teeth, staring coldly at the outside world.
Ugly......
That's probably the only word that can describe what it looks like.
"I'm satisfied, say, servant of the deep abyss, what do you want?"
"The Great Demon Lord,"
I saw the figure of Poulson, who seemed to be Poulson, bowed down like everyone else, "I only want to sacrifice a city-state as a continuation of the dark abyss." β
After hearing his voice, Wayne was already sure that he was Poulson!
It seems that Director Ales killed someone else last time......
"City-state? Is it the same as last time? β
The voice of the dark demon was like a flash crash, "Then, as you wish!" Go, dogs, find out all the delicacies and get ready for my coming. β
As soon as the words fell, dozens of ghostly vicious dogs were seen emerging from the crack.
, so much?
When Wayne saw these secluded vicious dogs, his heart was cold, all of them were comparable to the strength of ministers, and dozens of them had to swallow the city-state of Custer whole?
Plus the dark demon that has to wait to come out again......
[You peep into the ghostly vicious dog. Special Rewards: +1 Survival Points, +1 Spirit Level. γ
γβ¦β¦γ
[You peep into the ghostly vicious dog. Reward: +5 Survival Points. γ
Specially,
Wayne looked at the prompt information floating on the panel depressedly, thanks to the decreasing reward mechanism, otherwise these dozens of ghostly vicious dogs alone would allow him to save enough 1000 survival points to advance to the goal of declaring failure in advance.
On the other side, Poulson looked at the ghostly vicious dog that appeared beside him, and said even more reverently: "Thank you, Great Commander!" β
"I'm looking forward toβ"
As the voice fell, the black crack disappeared in an instant, disappearing into the secluded abyss world opposite.
When everything was quiet, Poulson stood up, looked at the dozens of dark vicious dogs around him, pointed to the surrounding Abyss Sect believers, and said calmly: "They are all devout believers who are willing to sacrifice themselves. β
When the believers heard his words, not only did they not resist, but they raised their heads sharply and chanted in unison.
"Great Lord of the Deep Abyss, King of Darkness! We call upon you with blood and soul, burning flames, overflowing curses, in this dark night, asking you to grant us pain......"
The voice was loud, religious, fanatical......
It's like waiting for something you've been waiting for a long time to happen.
"Roarβ"
Those secluded vicious dogs will not be polite, scattering and attacking, opening their bloody mouths to bite and devour...... Even the corpses left behind after the previous sacrifice were not spared.
"Well, isn't it interesting?" The clown asked with interest.
Wayne didn't answer him, just looked at the purgatory scene below with a calm face.
After a long time, the ghostly vicious dogs stopped, licking their sharp paws as if they were reminiscing.
"Guardians of the Great Depths of the Abyss, please follow me." Poulson waited a few more moments before taking the treacherous dogs and heading out into the jungle.
After they had completely disappeared, Wayne withdrew his gaze from their backs and said calmly, "Go back." β
The clown doll couldn't help but grin when he saw his expression, which was a bit unexpected for him......
Syllable.
With this snap of the fingers, a man and a doll returned to the residence.
"It's boring," the clown doll looked at Wayne and laughed, "You're really calm, I thought ......"
"Thought I'd crash?"
Wayne took a deep breath and looked down at his hands that were trembling unconsciously, "I'm not as unbearable as you think. β
"Maybe, just don't forget to help me out when I'm out of control." The clown's smile vanished, and now he really felt bored.
"Hmm."
"It's boring, let's go."
As soon as she finished speaking, the clown doll lay motionless next to Tina's hand, her whole face wrinkled into a distressed expression, as if she was complaining about Wayne's lack of cooperation.
Wayne raised his hand, and a golden key appeared in his hand.
Squeak!
As he placed the key in the void, the space around him distorted.
Wayne's figure disappeared from the bedroom again.
In the dimly lit theater, with Wayne's arrival, lights came on, and the lights gathered on the stage to illuminate his figure.
"Hoo ......"
Wayne let out a breath and rested one hand on the handle of the musket at his waist.
In an instant, the musket was pulled out by him, and his body then made a shooting motion, aiming at the red moon outside the window.
Smack, smack, smack......
Wayne frantically pulled the trigger, and one bullet after another was fired, which he quickly reloaded, hitting the void in the theater, as if this would completely calm his heart.
One ghostly dog, two ghostly dogs, three ...... In front of his eyes, he flashed the sight of one ghostly and vicious dog being shot in the head by him.
Die, die to Lao Tzu -
At this time, the clown doll in Tina's hand, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and it turned out that he was not indifferent.
But that's it!
β¦β¦
β¦β¦
When, when......
The bell rang in the Krims Cathedral, waking Wayne from his recent slumber.
"!"
As long as he closed his eyes, he would see the image of the ghostly demon opening its huge mouth to devour his heart, and his ears would hear the chant of those abyssal believers who were still reverent when they were bitten......
After leaving the Clown Theater, this state lasted for a long time before Wayne fell asleep.
Thank you really Demon Clown, thank you for your eight generations of ancestors!
This is not meant to be abusive, really!
"I don't sleep ......"
Wayne shook his head, looked at the sun that had risen outside the window, and sighed.
Anyway, those are real things that happened, and you can't blame the clown.
It can only be said that the Abyss Sect and the Despair Sect are a hundred times more evil and cruel than he imagined.
Compared to them, the Church of the Dawn's indifference seemed much more normal...... In the future, he will never spare his hands against them!
With that in mind, Wayne got up and got dressed, washed up briefly, and went downstairs to prepare breakfast.
At this time, Sava was practicing basic fighting moves with Zero.
"Good morning, Wayne."
"Good morning, father."
"Well, good morning."
Wayne nodded, then bypassed the two of them, went to the kitchen on the first floor, took out the remaining ingredients, and prepared breakfast for a few people.
Tina, Claire...... Absence?
Wayne's spiritual perception covered the entire residence, and Tina was still asleep in the attic in the other bedroom, but Clea's room was empty.
He frowned, this person was just injured so badly last night, didn't he rest?
Well?
Something that didn't exist before appeared in his perception.
Wayne stopped washing the dishes, wiped his hands and walked in the direction of the living room, looking at the things on the table, "Letter?" β
He was pretty sure there wasn't the letter when he came back last night.
With that in mind, Wayne picked up the letter in the pink envelope and read it.
"I'm sorry, I'm going to be away for two days."
"Protect yourself - Claire Biandini."
The ...... left by Claire She's gone?
What's the situation?
Just when Wayne was puzzled, in the Ruhr neighborhood not far from Golden Street, in a courtyard full of flowers, Claire was clasping her hands to her chest, her eyes full of unwillingness.
"Damn old guy, you bully!"
"Hehe, killing so many sailors almost ruined my plan. I didn't kill you, it's already the limit of what I can do in terms of my old friend's face......"
Thank you Elio and the boring little 66 for the tips, thank you very much.
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(End of chapter)