Although all the words of the high priest almost subverted Lottie's views and beliefs, the news about her sister still shook Lottie's heart and she couldn't help but follow her.
However, when she followed the other party to the place where her so-called sister was, Lottie was quickly stunned.
This is a dilapidated temple that looks quite dated.
The ancient and mysterious Mohu murals are faintly visible on the walls on both sides of the temple. The murals depict scenes of worshiping gods. The worshipers are dressed in uniform robes and have fangs hidden at the corners of their mouths. They are all vampires.
As for the spirit, it is not clear.
All she could see was the ancient and heavy throne beneath her. Even after an unknown number of years, it still gave people a sense of majesty and vastness.
It was obvious that this was the temple of some ancient god from the Vampire race.
Lottie was not very interested in this.
In fact, she didn't look at the temple carefully at all. After entering here, her eyes naturally fell on the altar in the center of the temple.
It was a rather terrifying altar. The base was covered with layers of crimson pages, giving people a sense of psychological terror, and there were layers of sarcomas and blood vessels attached to it.
The lively and pulsating flesh and blood intersected with each other and gathered above the altar, connecting to a swollen and ugly mass of flesh.
No, it's not so much a lump of flesh, but more like a "receptacle" of octopus-like tentacles, with a huge ugly eye surrounding the center.
God is above!
What on earth is this? !
Lottie was stunned.
And soon, the high priest gave Lottie an answer that she couldn't believe:
"This is your sister."
elder sister? !
Lottie's eyes widened:
"No...you're lying to me!"
The high priest did not answer, but chuckled and said to the closed eyeballs:
"Mary, your sister is here to see you."
After hearing the words of the high priest, the ugly eyeballs trembled slightly.
The wrinkled eyelids were slightly distorted, and a human face could be vaguely seen, with an extremely painful expression.
"Sister?! Sister!"
Lottie instantly recognized her sister's appearance and rushed towards her.
The huge eyeball struggled for a while, trying desperately to open it, but in the end it only trembled slightly and could not do anything.
"What happened to my sister? Why did my sister become like this! What did you do to her?!"
Lottie looked at the high priest and said tremblingly, her voice suppressed with anger.
The high priest smiled slightly:
"No, Miss Lottie, it's not something I did. If you really want to say that your sister is like this... it's actually all your fault."
"My credit?"
Lottie was stunned.
"That's right."
The high priest nodded.
He looked into those ferocious eyeballs with an expression of intoxication, as if he was appreciating the most beautiful piece of art:
"Ten years ago, the Count and Countess of Castel sabotaged our plan of divine descent, resulting in a failure..."
"However, it is not a complete failure. Although the Balrog was sealed and the holy body transformation ceremony was interrupted, we accidentally obtained this devil's eye..."
"God descends?! You... you are not summoning the Balrog!"
Lottie's eyes widened.
The high priest chuckled:
"The Balrog Summons? Hey!"
"If it's just to summon a Balrog with legendary strength, it wouldn't be enough for me to go through so much trouble..."
As he spoke, he looked at the trembling eyeballs and continued:
"The transformation of the holy body failed, and I am on the verge of death. I have lost the possibility of inheriting my Lord's coming..."
"However, the Devil's Eye is a monster that matches my lord's power, but cannot exist in the world of Miria for a long time..."
"Haha, so I came up with a bold plan..."
"In that case, why not let them combine and then use the power of the cursed pages to reshape it and create a brand new holy body for our Lord?"
Fusion...fusion? !
Lottie was stunned.
Feeling the trembling in her heart, the high priest raised the corners of his mouth and whispered in her ear:
"That's right, fusion..."
"Countess Broglie, this thing in front of you is the fusion of your sister and a monster..."
After listening to the high priest's words, Lottie felt dizzy and almost fell down.
She stared blankly at the terrifying eyeball in front of her, her whole heart trembling.
What she knew, she always knew.
In the ceremony ten years ago, she was originally the main sacrifice. It was her sister who discovered something was wrong with her father and stepped forward to replace her.
Otherwise, she should be the one suffering now.
Feeling the pain in Lottie's heart, the smile on the high priest's lips became even brighter.
He sighed softly in Lottie's ear and continued:
"However, it is a pity that the soul of the holy body still exists."
"After the initial combination, she was unwilling to use the power of the Devil's Eye to further integrate with it, which has always made it impossible to implement our plan..."
"She didn't cooperate with us until you showed up."
After saying that, the high priest looked at Lottie and smiled meaningfully:
"Haha, Miss Lottie, I really want to thank you."
"In order to help you and cover up the traces of you saving those girls, your sister is finally willing to use the power of the devil's eye."
"You have saved the girls who were targeted by the Drunken Dream Salon time and time again, and she has used the 'dream' power of the Devil's Eye to help you deal with the aftermath again and again..."
"You think your actions are flawless, but you don't know... there is always someone behind you carrying the weight for you."
"Thank you, after so many years, she has finally become one with the Devil's Eye."
"With your help, she finally became the monster she didn't want to be."
With a thud, Lottie fell to the ground.
Her face turned pale, and her blue lips trembled slightly:
"no, do not want……"
"don't want!"
"That's not what I meant...I didn't mean that!"
Finding and saving her sister has been Lottie's spiritual pillar for so many years.
At this moment, after learning such a truth from the high priest, she almost collapsed.
Dots of black smoke slowly emerged from Lottie's back and continued to escape.
Not only that, the eyeballs on the altar also trembled, and seemed to be in some kind of chaos.
Seeing this scene, a flash of surprise flashed in the high priest's eyes.
He knew that the heat was almost enough.
He leaned over again and whispered in Lottie's ear:
"By the way, Countess Broglie."
"Do you know? Your sister always thought that the cover-up she did for you... was perfect!"
"But alas, I knew everything from the beginning."
"From the beginning...your actions are all under my control!"
"Her cover-up is meaningless because she is covering up a traitor!"
"Your thoughts are not your thoughts, and your kindness is not your kindness. All your good intentions and all your thoughts are false..."
"You are just my tool. You are just the sinner who caused your sister to completely turn into a monster."
"No--!"
After hearing what the high priest said, Lottie finally collapsed completely.
Black mist spurted out from her body, and an evil and depraved aura slowly rose over her body...
Seeing this scene, the high priest smiled with satisfaction.
As a divine medium, he naturally left a back-up plan on Lottie.
As a medium to communicate with the gods, what is needed for her to fully awaken is not powerful magic.
Rather, it is the power that can resonate with the gods.
For believers, that means a firm and powerful faith.
For the Blood Demon Order, that means pain and despair.
Only when you fall into great pain and despair will the power of corruption and darkness awaken!
And when the medium wakes up, it is also time to start communicating with the gods and perform the divine descending ceremony...
"The time is almost here. Gather all the true believers. It's time to start the ceremony."
The high priest turned around and said to the Blood Demon Cultist behind him.
"yes."
The Blood Demon cultists bowed in awe and left.
However, as time passed, the Blood Demon cultivator who left did not come back.
