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Chapter 58 The High Priest Falling from the Sky
🕑 Added 2024-05-24 16:30:57 +0000 UTCThe narrow underground passage was covered in dust. Damon, who had the attribute of rock, walked in the front, as his abilities in strength and defense could handle unexpected situations.
Rose suddenly paused, her eyes sharp.
But Mike didn't stop in time and directly bumped into her.
"You scared me to death!"
"You ran into me."
Due to the narrowness of the passage, Mike could only stick close to the woman, her soft body almost touching his, stirring up some improper thoughts.
"Good girl, how many days has it been since you last bathed? You stink so much."
"Go to hell, that's the stench of a corpse!"
The Inquisitors following behind in the darkness were also impressed. It was easy for people to feel oppressed and fearful in such a dark and confined space, yet they could still bicker.
The exit ahead became increasingly wider, with a faint light appearing.
Mike prepared for battle but suddenly noticed the woman next to him was getting warmer, so he casually said, "I can feel your body temperature rising, are you getting shy?"
Rose rolled her eyes coquettishly and retorted without mercy, "Bullshit, why would I be shy? That's my innate trait. When my emotions are high, my body temperature rises, and steam will be released accordingly. It's the same principle as your electricity discharge, understand?"
Mike understood, "So you're a steam engine. Nice to meet you, I'm Watt."
Rose was taken aback, "Watt? You're courting death, kid!"
She then bit down on him.
Mike's shoulder hurt, and he decisively discharged electricity.
Rose let out a muffled groan, sounding a bit coquettish.
The numb sensation made her raise her head and glare at him fiercely, but there was a hint of flirtatious intent in her gaze.
Mike's eye twitched, suddenly realizing this innate trait had some improper applications.
"Stop fooling around."
Damon stopped in his tracks, unhesitatingly turning himself into a rock, now looking exactly like Mephistopheles - sturdy and wise.
"Look ahead!"
In the dim underground space, which seemed to be a gathering place, white-robed cultists were kneeling on the ground. After finishing their prayers, they shouted, "Sata, Abaruya! Kuhe, Saraluha! Sata, Abaruya! Kuhe, Saraluha!"
They raised their heads, and half of their faces were rotten.
Mike's mark on his right hand reacted, sensing the presence of Dark Matter.
But Dark Matter had no desire to feed.
Hmm, a bunch of trash.
In front of these Necro Cult followers was an altar built with massive stones.
On the altar was a huge object covered by a white cloth.
Its size almost burst the ceiling.
It emanated a nauseating stench of decay.
Compared to this, the stench of the gathered cultists was nothing.
And in front of the altar, there was a person.
The well-dressed young man held a bottle of red wine and spoke loudly, "Immortal Faith, attain eternal life. May the great Genesis Nest be with us, bestowing upon us eternal immortal power, leading the lost lambs under the chaotic times towards the true heavenly kingdom!"
This person was none other than Matthew!
"Sata, Abaruya! Kuhe, Saraluha!"
The cultists chanted again.
"Believe in the great immortal deities, they will fulfill all our desires."
Matthew smiled and said, "Peter, has your wife changed her mind?"
A Necro Cult follower respectfully replied, "Of course, I'm a completely different person now. No one can take my wife away from me. She is now wrapped in plastic, keeping her company every day, and she remains in her most beautiful form."
Matthew hummed, "Chow, how is your physical condition?"
A Necro Cult follower whose body was completely rotten answered, "Thank you for your concern, I feel great now. My failing organs have become healthier than ever, even embarking on an evolutionary path. What the Akashic Records could not provide, you have given me."
Matthew continued to ask, "Lina, have you obtained the profession you wanted?"
The Necro Cult followers were called out one by one.
This young man knew each of their names and their wishes.
Just as they had contacted this great religion through various channels.
The great deity can fulfill any of your desires!
However, the way these desires were realized would be seen as severely abnormal by others.
Such as the supervisors bound in front of the altar, as well as Amber, David, and many civilians.
In the dark corridor, Mike saw them, his gaze slightly changing.
Damon and Rose hurriedly said, "Calm down, observe the situation."
After all, the hostages were in the other side's hands.
And their numbers were numerous, especially the strength of that young man.
It was impossible to determine.
"All of you present are the progeny of the divine, our most beloved brethren, only born in the wrong era, and thus suffered unjust treatment," said Matthew eloquently.
He turned to look at the hostages, "And you?"
The monitors all turned pale with fear, "We all wish to surrender!"
David and Amber glanced at each other, subtly edging backward.
"Do you truly wish to join us, to embrace the immortal and eternal?" Matthew looked seriously at one of the monitors.
"You carry weapons, yet dare not save the hostages, and instead immediately surrender. This makes me doubt your moral integrity. After joining us, can you truly guarantee your devotion to the Lord, even to the point of sacrificing your life?"
The monitor hesitated for a second.
This was the last second of his life.
Because Matthew directly pulled out a dagger and slit his throat, watching him clutch his neck in terror as he fell, unable to make a sound, blood gushing out.
"Any hesitation is disrespect to my Lord."
Matthew grabbed his collar and walked toward the massive object wrapped in white cloth. "My Lord is missing the most important core, and now requires a great many sacrifices to sustain His vitality. Only the most devout faith is worthy of such honor, and you are not qualified."
The white cloth was torn away.
It turned out to be a massive piece of flesh, veined and sinuous like a heart, the tendons even invading the hard rock walls, as if sinking into the ground.
Embedded in this flesh were countless bodies of the white-robed followers!
"Behold, this is what is called devout faith, our brethren willingly becoming sacrifices for my Lord's flesh... and you can only serve as nourishment." Matthew threw him into it.
The moment the monitor touched the flesh, he was dissolved into a pool of blood.
"Sata, Abaroua! Kuhe, Sararu-ha!" the Necro Cult followers chanted again.
Matthew turned to the second monitor.
The man immediately said, "I will!"
Matthew smiled slightly, taking a piece of rotten meat from the altar.
"Eat."
The man vomited, and the next moment his throat was slit.
Matthew asked each person, and without exception, slit their throats.
It was about to be Amber and David's turn.
At that moment, the massive piece of flesh began to throb, as if a huge amount of fresh blood was about to gush out, emitting a pungent blood odor and the stench of decay, making one nauseous.
"Oh, the sacred fetus is about to explode," Matthew said gleefully. "From now on, the most troublesome people in Avalon City will be blown to ashes! Then, no one will be able to stop the assault of the aberrant tide, they will break through the city gates and slaughter every false faith within. Devouring this weak flesh and blood, evolving into a grand form, and with this city as the core, my Lord will be reborn!"
"Sata, Abaroua! Kuhe, Sararu-ha!" the Necro Cult followers chanted again.
Mike saw this scene and suddenly remembered the three paintings he had seen that morning.
Ah, yes.
If the Necro Cult wanted to destroy this city, the first thing to deal with must be the High Priest.
"I won't play with you anymore," Matthew looked at the remaining innocent civilians. "You can all perish together."
Amber suddenly broke free of her restraints and charged forward.
David was startled.
"Oh, I didn't expect there to be such a principled person among these monitors?"
Matthew saw what was in her hand.
It was a hand grenade!
Mike's pupils were filled with electric sparks, and he instinctively gripped his revolver.
At that moment, a voice sounded in his earpiece.
"Act immediately, prioritize the rescue of innocent civilians!"
Good, this was the order he had been waiting for.
However, at that moment, the massive piece of flesh erupted like a volcano!
With a thunderous roar, the hard rock walls cracked and collapsed, revealing endless, gruesome flesh, throbbing violently like a heart, the blood exploding outward.
Boom, boom, boom!
As the sacred carriage drove on the fireworks-filled main road, the distant towering light pillar illuminated the old priest in the driver's seat and the snow-white High Priest in the backseat.
The procession of priests and nuns followed solemnly behind the ceremonial carriage, praying devoutly.
Drones swarmed from every direction, cameras trained on them.
The sacred scene would be broadcast to every household.
The divine light would bring hope of life to the people of the city.
The higher-ups of the Akashic Records had gathered in the city center to hold the ceremony. Snipers were positioned on the high-rises surrounding the area, and the law enforcement team and robots were scanning for any suspicious targets.
Even the Smith family, the lords of the city, had to dispatch their elite enhanced individuals, despite having differing views on policy, to maintain order at the scene.
After all, this was the most vulnerable time for the High Priest.
If anything happened to the High Priest, the entire city would be doomed.
They all understood the principle of "no intact eggs under an overturned nest."
But at that moment, Olivia quietly said, "Aaron, how long have you been following me?"
The elderly priest who had spoken in the sanctuary on her behalf sighed, "About forty years, isn't it? All these years, I've been indebted to your care. I must thank you."
Olivia hummed in acknowledgment. "Then why did you betray me?"
The priest was stunned.
"I can smell the scent of Dark Matter on you," Olivia said, sighing lightly, seeming somewhat disappointed.
The priest began to tremble, tears streaming down his face as he shakily spoke, "So you've already discovered it, have you? I'm so sorry. You granted me everything, and yet I betrayed you. But I had no choice. She was simply too beautiful. I didn't love her master, but I fell for her. I couldn't refuse her invitation. I wanted to be like her, to stand by her side."
"I would have gladly dedicated my life to you, but I was willing to die for her."
The priest tore open his clothes, revealing his rotting flesh and blood.
"I'm sorry."
Boom!
Horrific blood burst forth from the ground like a waterfall, instantly submerging the ceremonial carriage.
It turned out the priest's so-called betrayal was merely that of being a tracker.
As the blood engulfed the carriage, the priest's flesh and blood immediately dissolved.
Olivia, like a reflection in the water, was also erased into nothingness by the corrosive blood!
On that day, the people of Avalon City witnessed the apocalypse.
The sacred pillar of light exploded, the main streets were inundated with terrifying blood, and the High Priest's ceremonial carriage was obliterated in the bloody light.
The massive explosion reverberated throughout the city.
The earth collapsed, and the procession of priests and nuns plunged into the abyss.
But at that moment, a nun opened her eyes, her pupils like the vast expanse of the starry sea - deep and boundless, yet weary.
Amidst the horrific blood, strands of holy light were absorbed into her body.
Her gaze became regal and indifferent once more.
"I see, so a deity's flesh and blood has been nurtured underground for many years, has it? For the Necro Cult to have such means, they are no mere upstart heretical sect."
The nun murmured, "So you want me to die at this moment, do you?"
She fell gracefully into the dark depths of the underground, light as a feather.
