69novels Chapter 72 Did the requisition of the church have been reported to the Lord of Hosts?
Chapter 72 Did the requisition of the church have been reported to the Lord of Hosts?
On the way back to Korwick, Modi kept thinking about one thing.
What role did I, as the heir of the Green family, play in Korwick?
Clearly, Adrian needs a successor to enter the cellar and carry out his scheme.
What about the ceremony in Korwick? Will the heirs also be involved?
"According to the mayor of Bonn, they used to invite, and even force, the heirs to participate in the ceremonies."
Arken began to torture Born's soul again.
He shared the intelligence he had obtained.
"Most of the heirs went insane after participating in the ceremony, voluntarily entered the cellar, and disappeared without a trace."
He paused, then continued:
"According to the mayor, this is a manifestation of the Mad King's blood being activated; blood of the same origin will always attract each other."
"Tsk, it really does seem to have something to do with the heir."
Modi became curious: what was the origin of the Mad King's blood?
It's probably not ordinary royal blood; it may contain some kind of extraordinary element.
"Since I mastered the Styx Death Qi, I haven't refined any other bloodlines. Perhaps this Mad King's blood is destined for me."
Avoiding the townspeople, the two returned to Green Manor.
Modi handed the boy to David and told him to take good care of the child.
"I, a dignified Level 2 investigator, have been reduced to a nanny."
David held the child in his arms, his eyes filled with helplessness.
Aken patted him on the shoulder.
"You're so much better off than me. I'd have to work for free for a hundred years to earn my freedom."
The two sighed again.
At this moment, Modi went up to the attic.
"Bazette!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, the magic circle on the ground emitted a burst of red light.
The ram-headed demon hurriedly emerged from the magic circle and bowed in respect.
"Your loyal servant Bazett greets you, my wicked master."
"How's the matter I asked you to handle?" he asked.
"Everything went smoothly. I lured seven demons, two of which were low-ranking demons and five were newborn demons."
Bazette answered respectfully.
Since he had already sold his soul, he simply gave up struggling.
Instead, they started thinking about how to drag more people like them down with them.
"Bring them all out, I want to see them."
Upon hearing this, its vertical pupils emitted an eerie light.
"Your will."
The ram-headed demon slowly dissipated.
Not long after, the magic circle lit up again, and this time, a total of eight phantom images appeared.
"Bazette, is this the passage you were talking about? But something doesn't feel right to me."
"You wouldn't be conspiring with a magician to trick us, would you?"
The phantom solidified, and Bazett stepped out of the magic circle first, bowing to Mordy.
"My wicked master, your faithful servant has brought them all."
Outside the magic circle, Mordy looked at the demon inside and smiled slightly.
Revealing its dragon teeth and fangs.
The next step is the process of catching Pokémon.
First, beat up the demons, then make them sign a soul contract.
More than an hour passed.
Modi put away the seven contracts with satisfaction.
He looked at the newly recruited demon.
Of the two lower-ranking demons, one has the head of a lion and the body of a human, with a fierce appearance, while the other is no different from an ape, with a blue face and fangs.
The other five little devils were all less than 1.3 meters tall, with bright red skin and no body hair.
They all knelt down and praised:
"My master Mormontes, may your evil name resound throughout the world."
Evil will yield to greater evil.
Modi understood this principle very well.
"Now, I have a task for you."
The demons quickly bowed their heads and listened attentively.
"A banquet will be held in this town tonight. Your task is to bring painful deaths to the townspeople who attend the banquet."
He repeatedly instructed:
"Remember, they must die in pain and fear."
Otherwise, death would be too merciful to them.
"Whoever kills it quickly, I'll throw its soul here, give it a good wash, and then release it."
He summoned the River Styx, which then encircled him.
The intense curse terrified the demons.
With Mordi's permission, they scattered.
Some sneaked into the town and hid in the shadows of the townspeople.
Some sneaked into the banquet venue and transformed into a plate of food.
Others disguised themselves as townspeople, covering their faces with cloth, and no one could recognize their identities.
Everything is ready.
The banquet started on time.
A town representative knocked on the door of the Green House.
"Hello, heir of the Green family..."
The town representative hesitated for a moment, realizing he didn't know the heir's name.
"Andersen, Andersen Grimm," Modi casually made up.
He felt that the name matched the surname "Green" well.
"Mr. Hans Christian Andersen, the annual harvest feast in Kerwick is about to begin, and we cordially invite you to attend."
"Okay, I'll go."
"You might not know this, but the harvest feast..."
The town representative was suddenly taken aback.
In the past, heirs would have more or less sensed that something was wrong at this point.
They also tend not to attend harvest feasts.
The town's representatives were prepared to use violence, but they didn't expect the heir to be so agreeable.
"Thank you for your cooperation."
He gave a meaningful smile.
"Let's go without delay."
He made a "please" gesture, pointing to a carriage.
Modi readily agreed.
The harvest feast was held in the town's church.
This church was originally dedicated to a Lord of Armies, but it has now been seized by heretics.
There are no priests or other clergy, and it is usually kept closed.
The town only opens it to the public on the day of the harvest feast.
Use it to perform that blasphemous and abhorrent ritual.
As the last participant arrived, the church doors were closed.
One hundred and twenty-four people, one hundred and twenty-four resurrection coins.
Modi looked at the townspeople with the same eye he used to examine the items.
"Mr. Andersen, the harvest feast is about to begin. Please find a place to wait for a moment."
"I understand," he replied politely.
Since they're all going to die anyway, there's no need to make trouble for the dead.
Arken, whose entire head was wrapped in cloth, leaned close to him and whispered:
"Everyone in Korwick is here, what are you planning to do?"
"Kill," Modi said calmly.
Since he set foot in Weston, he has witnessed cults flourishing everywhere, and murder and blood sacrifices being commonplace.
Having entered this dark forest, I thought the situation would improve.
Unexpectedly, Kwick disappointed him greatly.
The people of Amelikan have suffered greatly, and the kind-hearted Modi cannot bear it.
"We still haven't killed enough."
He sighed.
The moment the thought of killing arises, one suddenly feels the vastness of the world.
Arken was stunned, remembering that he had once said he had collected 632 souls in a single day.
I thought he was joking, but after hearing what he said, it seems... to be true?
"Just wait for the banquet to begin."
As time passed, when the bells rang, the conversation in the church fell silent.
The townspeople all looked at Modi with strange expressions.
Why are you all looking at me? Eat your food.
Modi slammed his fist on the table in dissatisfaction and ripped off the lid of the plate.
On the plate was a piece of fatty meat.
The top layer is white skin, and the bottom layer is yellow fat.
"Is this what you're serving your guests? Even my sheep don't eat this."
Although he knew that Bazett was probably capable of eating.
But now he's in charge. Even if he makes Bazett eat grass, it has to say it's delicious.
Ignoring his words, an old man went up on stage to speak:
"Then, let's begin this year's Carnival."
His face was painted with oil paint, and he wore jewelry made of bones, both animal and human.
He was dressed like a priest.
"This is the oldest and most respected priest in town," Arken explained to Modi in a low voice.
"He presided over the annual harvest feast, or rather, the Maslenitsa festival, and no one knows how long he lived."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a gust of wind blew by.
The candles in the church went out one after another.
Darkness enveloped the entire church, and after a moment, the crowd erupted in gasps.
"This isn't part of the Carnival ritual!"
The old priest's expression changed drastically.
"Some kind of evil force has invaded the church. Could it be a monster from the Black Forest?"
"Smack."
In the darkness, someone snapped their fingers.
A moment later, blue and white flames lit up one after another on the candlestick.
The townspeople felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
The ground, walls, stone pillars... everything was covered in frost.
Even the dripping blood from the meat chunks on the plate had congealed into blood ice.
Under the glow of the ghostly fire, the old priest lowered his eyes and his gaze fell upon the goat's head on the plate.
An eerie light shone from the goat's murky, vertical pupils.
"Wow!"
The screams of the townspeople rose and fell.
They saw—
The meat on the plate grew legs on its own.
They coalesce into one and continue to expand.
In the stemmed glass, blood, as red as wine, surged.
From it emerged blood-red tentacles, swaying in the wind.
A few strange townspeople stirred among the crowd.
They peel off their own skin, revealing their scarlet, blood-red interior.
The door was wide open, and the cold wind rushed in.
Two demons stood at the church entrance, baring their teeth.
Their eyes felt strangely familiar to the Kwak people.
That was the way they looked at outsiders, the way they looked at food.
"Let's begin the Carnival Sacrifice."
Someone in the crowd spoke up.
The aggregated chunks of flesh wriggled and swallowed up the Kwak people one by one.
The wine glass was knocked over, blood flowed on the ground, and the whiskers lashed out, strangling the man to death.
The demons began their slaughter, disemboweling the townspeople and letting their intestines spill out so they wouldn't die immediately.
Screams and wails echoed inside the church.
"Are you... a demon?"
The old priest took out a black-handled knife, wary of the ram-headed demon before him.
"Demon, this is God's territory! Get back to your filthy hell!"
"God's territory? Which god do you believe in?"
The ram-headed demon sneered.
"Did He report to the Lord of Hosts about your requisition of the church?"
"Shut up! Why would a great god consult a false god!"
The old priest cut his palm with a knife.
The obsidian blade, stained with blood, immediately emitted an eerie glow.
Arken came over and burst into laughter:
"False gods? It seems the Vatican didn't kill enough back then."
He pulled off his headscarf, revealing a tumor on half of his head.
"The Voodoo Church was once so prosperous, yet it was still crushed by the Global Alliance of Anomalies in collusion with the Vatican. Who do you think you are?"
The old priest noticed the abnormality in his head and exclaimed in surprise:
"Born, you're suffering from the Red Death... No, you're not Born! You're just the evil spirit that's controlling him!"
"Don't confuse me with those things. I am a wizard, a Voodoo wizard."
Taking advantage of the old priest's distraction, Arken raised his gun and fired.