Chapter 203: Crazy circus (1/2)
It is conceivable that after hearing this news, the Tuyumen was struck by lightning.
He reluctantly put down the circus props he was carrying, and then hurriedly found a reason to urinate, walked to the corner and threw a pilot to the place where the magician was.
According to what he had just overheard, these survivors were neither worried about whether they could catch him and the magician, nor whether they would contact the main system. Being able to be so confident and fearless, it is natural to rely on it.
Because the summoned person has long been left with a curse mark, he can be summoned a second time and contact the main system...
It is very likely that the Cthulhu will break the space barrier and be summoned to this Super S Grade dungeon before the main system can get in touch with them. Because only then can this super-S-level copy space be broken by the higher-dimensional evil gods, and the signal can pass through the treacherous space coordinates floating in the dark dimension, and successfully link the survivors.
But the problem is that Zongjiu and Tuyumen are the sacrifices.
Only by offering sacrifices to them, the evil **** will appear. If they didn't sacrifice to them, the evil **** would never show up, let alone show up.
This is a dead end.
......
”Okay, time is almost up, let's get ready to start.”
The members of the cult just dragged a few humans with red crosses on their heads, and ordered the butchers standing next to the altar to put their blood on the altar first.
The butcher was holding a sharp sharp knife, and simply went down with a single knife, cutting off the heads of the humans like cutting vegetables.
Suddenly, the white flowers flowing back from his head dripped down.
They cursed badly, threw their heads away and grasped the truncated section, like holding a paintbrush, and painted a layer on the surface of the altar, and immediately dyed the cold, black-gray ground into a red and gorgeous color.
The big tent of the original circus was demolished in half and turned into a semi-outdoor style. The round stage for the central performance has just become the best choice for the altar.
The members of the Order were all dressed in black cloaks and pointed hats, most of them were surrounded by the altar, with their hands folded and chanting words in their mouths.
I don't know when the orchestra's sound became creepy.
Accompanied by the violin and the flute, they gradually began to change the tone from the original holy Christmas carol.
The members of the cult around the altar chanted loudly.
”Look at the sky, high above, the time has come for the stars to return.”
It was a chant that started in an unknown tone, one after another.
At the beginning, there was some vagueness. As all the members of the cult joined in, the sentence gradually became clear, bright, and suddenly high and sharp.
This chanting and song seemed to have some indescribable magic power, which made people involuntarily open their mouths, and continued with this strange and turbulent tone.
Gradually, not only the members of the sect, but all the animals standing on the square opened their mouths, even the humans who were **** with reins and collars and were imprisoned in the stables for sacrifice.
They all opened their mouths and sang a weird Christmas carol along with the carols.
It's not the holiness and brightness of the original song, but the weird, cold, and unbelievably gloomy.
”Ignorance and stupidity become the new masters.”
”The time has come for the stars to return, the seal has been broken, and the old rulers are about to wake up.”
......
There is no doubt that this is a very strange scene.
For some reason, Zong Jiu remembered the painting hanging in the veterinary hospital.
The background of the picture is also the same deep dark night as this festival.
In the center of the painting, inside the circus tent, the onlookers are densely packed with black capes and pointed hats, with no end in sight.
The blood-stained altar was flowing viscously in the center surrounded by the cloak.
Some of them are holding **** sharp knives, some are holding thick parchment, some are kneeling on the ground, and others are raising their arms as if welcoming the coming of God, with expressions on their faces. fanaticism.
Like some kind of deadly infectious plague, crazy and unreasonable.
Exactly the same.
The singing was still repeating, and Zong Jiu felt that his heart began to become irritable again.
[Hesitate to receive some kind of mental pollution, you need to pass a sanity check. 1 point of sanity is deducted for success, 1 to 3 sanity points will be deducted for failure, please]
[Your throwing result is 72/50, and the sanity check failed]
[Your sanity value minus 2 points, S-level trainee Zongjiu now has a sanity value of 38/50]
[Attention, you are in an unknown scene now, staying in this scene for too long may cause the sanity value to be continuously deducted]
”.”
Just as Zong Jiu tried to ignore this passage and calmed his head pain, suddenly a stone was thrown in his back.
The magician became sharp instantly.
He quietly glanced at the black cloak immersed in the chanting, and quickly strayed away under the cover of the crowd.
This is a very simple thing, because now all living creatures in the square that can make a sound are singing, except for Zongjiu and Tuyumen.
”What's wrong? Any new information?”
The two of them turned into a remote corner one after the other.
Tu Yumen's face was very ugly, and he paused for a while before he told the shocking news that he had just found out.
”...”
It took Zong Jiu about three seconds to digest the ”shocking news” from this Onmyoji.