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Chapter 688 Serving the Gods

A damp and terrible rancid smell came to my face! It was the sour smell of Han, it was the smell of peeling dead skin, it was the smell of dried corpses, it was the smell of bloody human flesh! All kinds of smells were like invisible demon clouds rolling around, violently exerting its incomparably disgusting power!

The numb crowd that emitted this terrifying smell seemed to be unaware, just holding torches with thick smoke billowing and muttering vaguely in their mouths, leaving bursts of choking smoke in the wind, as if the smoky demons on the scattered battlefield full of corpses were dancing in the air, making the dim halo of fire even more blurred, and even the nearest flags were not shining clearly. I could only dimly see the skull symbols roaring like a smile in the swaying light and shadow, hideous and weird; the bony and sharp blade flags twisted strangely in the wind and smoke and rain, as if they were going to scrape the flesh and blood in every crevice; and the dull prayers appeared and disappeared in the thin light and dark smoke, like a deceitful little ghost shuttling through the lifeless procession, waiting for the beginning of the holy feast!

The prelude to the feast had already been played, and the dense stream of people with sleazed faces was chanting a low and strange prayer together, praying to the great and unique god Theodosius with the last glimmer of hope in despair for the only future: the great captain of the sea of life and death, and only your gaze could penetrate the fog of the world and shine to the incomparable divine shore. I would like to entrust my body and soul to you as an entourage on that great ship. Accompany you to break through the waves and reefs, abandon the burdens and confusions, and reach the eternal golden kingdom that transcends life and death!

The words sound good, but unfortunately they are all a group of lifeless voices of despair, and they have not been rescued or assisted by the displaced. Along the way, I only saw more and more people falling to the ground, rotting in the continuous rain, and the wild wolves and birds pecked at each other. Many more have become so sick from the rain and anxiety and hunger that they are losing the strength to walk. Death is only a matter of time!

But the great and unique god Theodosius is coming, and his mighty messengers have shown a terrible way to the desperate deaths huddled in this winding ravine—beyond life and death! I will lead your bodies and minds to the incomparably incomparably twin realms of life and death, and your souls will ascend to the golden realm of eternal immortality!

And that 'uncanny zone' is the ghouls, demon corpses, and even terrible ghosts that have lost their bodies!

No one wants to be one of those ugly, irrational and affectionate cannibal monsters, even if the eerie and powerful spirit messengers assure them that it is the latest breed of ghouls, and there is absolutely no stench!

But despair can create a qiē, and nearly a month after the terrible torrent, desperate people who have no food and no place to go finally come to this deep mountain. Their sickly countenances were full of decay and pain, and there was only one way to darkness in their eyes, and their jaws were constantly tugging, opening and closing, and bursts of trance prayer were squeezed out of their stiff tongues. It's like a banner in their hands, swaying helplessly in the smoke and rain, hoping for a not good hope with their ungodly hearts.

A qiē is so helpless~~

But the drumming of drums in the procession behind broke the lifeless helplessness, and a group of strangely dressed men strode in the miserable black smoke and rancid wind, sealing their mouths with shoddy needles and threads, showing their determination to renounce mortal bodies with terrible countenances, blindfolding themselves with thick long cloths, expressing their will to follow the god Theodosius forever with strange costumes, and tattooing their wizened bodies with hideous and terrible skeletons and bloody corpses to show their courage to break with mortal life！

They beat the drums and shouted the name of God as if to celebrate the arrival of a great festival, they rode thin horses and held spears, and let the banner of God flutter in the dark wind, they prayed with various gestures, and carried a large semi-open carved palanquin, which made cattle and horses with twelve points of respect, and served the noble archbishop in the palanquin.

"That's the archbishop?!" Navia, who had always kept a straight face, finally showed an expression, and pointed to the person in the neat sedan chair in surprise and asked: "That~~ Isn't that a child?!Not even 15 years old?!At such a young age~~ gave up the mortal body, don't you skip words." It was a thin and thin figure wearing a coarse linen robe, sitting upright on a carved and fierce throne, and that thin face was simply a living skin and bones! The deep and large eye sockets were almost impossible to find the eyeballs! From a distance, it looked like a terrifying 'skeleton' was sitting in a large sedan chair. accompanied the weird and decadent crowd of people in bad clothes all the way. But ~~15 years old is the age when flowers are in full bloom, and it is the age of ignorance, curiosity and vitality. How did he become an 'archbishop'? He immediately asked himself, "Is it a halfling?"

The priest in a simple gray and black robe next to him leaned against his thick white bone staff and spoke: "Halfling priest naturally has. But this bishop is a real human being. What's so bad about being able to serve the one-of-a-kind great god Theodosius at a young age? Do you have to live like ordinary people, living in fear and disappointment all day long, living in damage and oppression, waiting for hope that will never appear in your life? Hmph! That is the real ignorance! Giving up the humble, short-lived, and powerless human body, and replacing it with this powerful demonic corpse demon body, not only does it gain strong characteristics and spell-like abilities. Moreover, this kind of body itself will not decay and ruin miè, and the life span can be multiplied several times. This is a wise move!Alas~~ It's a pity that our qualifications are not enough, and we can't get it if we want to become a demonic corpse demon. The melancholy in his words was extremely strong.

Navia watched in a daze as the team full of despair and decadence walked along with billowing smoke and stench, and the dark red torches were like the flames of purgatory, and his face was cold: but the undead are undead after all, they can no longer feel the warm happiness, they can no longer enjoy art and beauty, a qiē color seems to them to be no different from monotonous black and white, a qiē food tastes like chewing wax in their mouths, and a qiē song is in the same tone as noise in their ears. All the colors of life will be lost, and what will be left is some weird, stiff and eerie habits!

The vast procession ascended a simple hill like a large trapezoidal platform, and at the top of that wide was already a furnace-like thing about three people high, carved with an intricate magic array, standing majestically, and on top of it was a huge stone carved head like a vicious dog, grinning with a pale blue brilliance, as if the canine-like god of death was waiting for people to plunge into its terrifying fanged jaw! As people circled around the trapezoidal platform up and down, a lucky chosen one had been brought to the edge of the 'Crucible Altar'. The Venerable Archbishop performed a sacred transformation ritual for him - to transform himself into a dead spirit, and to serve the great god Theodosius forever with a near-immortal body!

After shouting and shouting and taking east and west for a while, it was finally time to step into the 'Crucible Altar'. The archbishop, who had stepped down from the semi-open sedan chair, slowly walked up to the tall but slightly hungry chosen one, and asked with an indescribable ferocity: "Are you really willing to let go of the common people and surrender your life and soul to the unique great god? You will never have 'food', you will never have a sense of 'beauty', you will never pay attention to the so-called 'love', you will lose many, many mortal things." Why are you willing? Sue me and the great god Theodosius -- why are you willing to abandon this qiē?! There must be no lies, no deception, God is always watching you! If there is the slightest deception, what awaits you is not a gift from God, but the fiercest fire of purgatory!"

The slightly thin man who was kneeling on the ground and was ragged replied, "It's not that I abandoned this qiē, but that I never had this qiē!" If you look at my teeth, I have always eaten black bread full of sand, most of my teeth are worn out, and from time to time there is a dull ache, and eating has become a kind of torture for me, and if you look at my eyes, I work under the scorching sun every day, from the sun comes out until the sun sets, and the sun stimulates my eyes all the time, so that it has long been cloudy, and I can no longer feel the so-called 'beauty'. Look at my skin, I have been wearing the coarsest linen clothes, animal skins, and straw sandals since I was a child, and my skin has been cocooned from head to toe, and what woman would want me to be so poor? Since I haven't had them for decades, and I can't have them in the future, what's the point of losing them? Your eternal life is the most precious treasure I have ever received in this life. Now I rely on your path with all my heart and let my soul enter the eternal kingdom of gold!"

Seeing this scene, the archbishop, who was like a dried corpse of a thin young man, opened the mouth of the shriveled and lipless horror person, and let out a rustling laughter: "Hehehehe~~ Very good, God allowed it." You will not need good food, because that is the chains that bind you, you will not need beauty, because it is the poison that numbs you, and you will not need love, because it is the prison that imprisons your will. Go, when you really let go of this qiē, the door to true self will open for you!"

The man stepped on the pale flames of the 'Furnace Altar' without hesitation, and then the golden brass door 'boomed' shut. All that remained was the screaming ghosts that rose with the flames, one by one with a hoarse howl like a tide, dancing excitedly like dead crows dancing in the sky, and performing a pale and terrible psalm in praise of the gods.

On the hillside in the distance, Navia gently patted the small skeleton golem sitting on her broad shoulder, full of thoughts.

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