The swirls of light swirled with different wavelengths of light, which eventually weaved into a colorful patch at the bishop's feet. Faintly visible beneath the twisted waters, the faces of the otherworldly men who confronted the bishop.

It was a balding old man in a red robe, and a young woman with bloodshot eyes.

Even just through the whirlpool, you can smell the rotten musty smell of rot coming from the depths of the tomb from the other side.

On the bishop's face, a mixture of struggle, resistance, and intoxication emerged, as if two souls were vying for dominance of the body. Finally, the soul that had taken the initiative manipulated the large, pale eyes and looked at the people on the other side of the whirlpool.

Whether it's a bishop who worships an evil god or a dark mage hiding in a tomb, it's a kind of person made in heaven.

It's a pity that whether it's a bald cardinal mage or a strange-looking bishop, the look on each other can only be described as disgust.

But the cardinal's gaze was still focused on the bishop's palm, and even though he did a good job of hiding his greedy gaze for the gems that glowed with a faint blue moonlight, the focus of his gaze betrayed him.

Holding a handful of precious stones, the Bishop showed the cardinal his goods: "This is the Stone of Xudra from beneath the depths of the sea, when the people of Chaos descended on the earth, began to accumulate their magical powers. You who manipulate the dead need an endless stream of negative energy to achieve your goals, and this is your best choice. ”

Looking at the Stone of Xudra in the bishop's hand, the cardinal mage pondered for a moment before saying, "What do you want to trade?"

"Living," replied the bishop in a high-pitched voice, "I used to offer at least three thousand burnt offerings to the gods. But neither the lamb nor the boy is enough to please that God! Only a sacrifice of strength and strength, full of wisdom and courage, can please God! I ask you to bring to me a sacrifice that meets such a standard, remember, I only want to live!"

The cardinal mage was not surprised by the bishop's request, and nodded to the red-eyed woman, who had a cruel smile on her face and turned away. As soon as she moved, the small metal signs on her body clanged.

The light in the swirls dimmed the moment the transaction was confirmed, and the bishop sighed as if he were extremely tired.

Feng Tiannan, who had been kneeling reverently behind him, finally seized the opportunity to speak: "My lord, why do you have to go near and far to find a living sacrifice, the martial arts people on the Southern Martial Arts Road can always find one or two suitable people." ”

Knowing that Feng Tiannan was selling well, the bishop still replied in a sharp mocking voice: "The Money Gang is going all out to clean up the branches of the church in Jiangnan, at this time, capturing the famous martial arts masters will only attract more enemies to the church! Wait quietly here, and in a few moments the offerings will be delivered and we too will have the final grand sacrifice!"

Being reprimanded by the bishop, Feng Tiannan didn't dare to say more, so he had to kneel down again.

It was only after a few moments of tea that a cruel white light flashed again in the whirlpool, and stone coffins floated up from under the water, as if they were not rough benzene carved from basalt, but planks disguised as stones.

In the uncovered sarcophagus, several heavily armed men lay silently.

The armor they wore was not anything Feng Tiannan had ever seen, it looked like it was armor decorated with light leather, but it seemed to give people the illusion of metallic texture.

Three sarcophagi surround the bishop in a triangular position.

The red-eyed woman's voice came from the other side of the vortex: "Swordsmen, guerrillas, and druid priests, although they are only silver adventurers, it is not easy to suppress my interest and capture them alive? Ahh After all, there will be more adventurers coming to crusade against me, right? Little Clay is good~harm~afraid~yo~"

Though she spoke fearful words, no matter how much kindness she listened, she could only perceive the woman's joy at the coming killing feast.

To such a distorted and depraved madman, as a priest of evil gods, the bishop replied with a tolerant attitude of rewarding the harlequin who had performed well on the stage: "God, he loves the world so much, and rejoices in the picture that the creatures have written with their lives, and no matter how cruel and absurd the picture painted with life, God will appreciate it with love and appreciation." I have experienced your love for God, and this is my reward for you. ”

As soon as the bishop raised his hand, a large chunk of the Stone of Xudra fell into the whirlpool.

As the Stone of Xudra fell into the whirlpool, the deal was almost time to close, but on the other side of the whirlpool, the red-eyed woman spoke: "Is that the love of God?

From this delicate-sounding plea, all the Bishop could hear was a terminally ill late-stage sadism, but he nodded graciously.

Immediately, he no longer paid attention to the end of the whirlpool, but with a reverent face, he took out of his bosom a dagger carved with Jesus hanging upside down on the cross, and began to chant a strange hymn:

"Through the sleeping gates guarded by ghouls,

Beyond the abyss of night in the white moonlight.

has experienced countless births and deaths,

My eyes have been able to see everything.

I struggled and screamed before dawn, caught in madness in terror.

I rotate with the earth in the morning light,

At that time, the heavenly vault was filled with fire and steam.

I have seen the universe open its black mouth,

The dark stars run aimlessly.

Running in the horror of the unknown, stupid, gloomy, and nameless.

I glide across the endless ocean,

Ominous gray clouds overhead.

At this time, the bifurcated lightning tore the clouds apart,

Hysterical wails echoed.

It was the lament of the invisible devils, who rose up on the surface of the sea.

I staggered up the cratered mountains,

The barren and bare mountains reign over the plains.

I drank the stenching spring water,

The water seeps into the swamps and even into the ground.

There was something that inhabited the boiling lake, and I did not dare to look at it again. ”

(Note: This poem is from Lovecraft's original work, written in 1917)