There is no suspense, the abnormality has been revealed in front of you.
Out of the corner of her eye, Agnes glanced at the girl, whose face looked paler but whose eyes clearly had a serious look that belonged to reason, and her eyes were focused not far ahead.
It was a living mountain of crimson flesh, twisted and tangled up from numerous flesh bodies, nearly filling the entire passage in the cave. The tattered strips of cloth were mixed in with the flesh, and the logo belonging to the resistance army could still be seen on the strips.
But those bodies are still alive.
Some disemboweled bellies are exposed outside the mountains of meat, but you can see the bright red hearts still beating; some intestines covered with soil flow out and are dragged on the ground, while they are rotting but squirming and shrinking; there are also All that is left is the head sticking out, the eyes are as hollow as glass balls, but they are rotating with all the moving things.
At this moment, the mountain of meat was trembling, exuding a hot and humid smell of blood, and pools of finely minced meat and scarlet blood flowed below.
The confused whispering in my ears became louder.
Agnes came closer and looked up at the slowly squirming mountain of flesh. She stretched out her hand covered with pale frost, stuffed the intestines covered with mud in front of her eyes back into her exposed abdominal cavity, and pushed the shriveled and shriveled skin away. Pulled together.
The slowly moving mountain of flesh stopped squirming, and all the hollow glass-bead-like eyeballs turned to Agnes and the girl, and then moved away. The piled-up flesh slowly moved a little deeper into the cave, and then the flesh The mountain began to move again.
"You can be sure," Agnes said, "There is no desire to attack, and there may even be some remnants of simple thinking."
Agnes paused and then said: "It's rare."
The girl did not respond to Agnes's words, but her eyes glanced at the fleshy mountains one by one, with a little sadness in her eyes.
"Although I can roughly guess what happened here," Agnes looked at the girl's reaction and sighed silently, "but I can use the power given by Him to get rid of this big guy who doesn't know what to call him. Know the more specific story here.”
The girl was silent, her fingers trembled slightly, she took a step back and nodded slowly.
A wisp of gray-black mist quietly emanated from Agnes' body, winding towards the slowly squirming mountain of flesh with a strange vibration.
Sincere prayer will make the supplicant open his heart to the person being prayed for, and a sufficiently chaotic mind can achieve the same effect. The collapse of the effective defense built by reason is enough to allow those with ulterior motives to take advantage of the situation.
The gray-black mist penetrated through every gap between the flesh and finally reached the core of the meat mountain.
Agnes heard a small and empty echo, like blood flowing in the blood vessels, and like thin vines spreading their rotten branches and leaves to climb.
Countless lights and shadows flashed before her eyes, and finally Agnes' attention stopped at the bloody scene.
Agnes saw the blood soaking the land into mud, the emblem of Intis reflecting the cold light of the blade, the shadow of the flames shaking like twisted limbs on the wall, and the overly vivid burning smell mixed with hatred. Curses and painful pleas, the body lying on the ground was broken, and the eyes were as hollow as glass.
She saw the sun's rays leaving a few burn marks on the fallen flesh, but more of the flesh was wrapped in sticky blood, withering faster in the light yellow and crimson stains oozing out from under her feet, and then she stood staggeringly. From then on, the scarlet liquid gathered into a raging river, blocking the only passage between the mountain walls.
She saw Sen Bai's teeth opening and closing, and blood-red flesh threads could be seen between the gaps. The blood flowed from the corners of his grinning mouth, dripping on the tattered skirt and the fabric on his chest, staining it with blood. Flowers, blood mist evaporated as they tore, corroding the badges of Intis and the Sun, and the walls stained with blood mist also decayed and collapsed bit by bit, as if death was being spread to all corners by the blood mist.
Then, she saw that all the living beings were eaten up, and the remaining flesh of the living beings that had just been eaten were quietly gathered together under the mysterious power. The mucus on the land, together with the blood mist, dried up in the steam, The still bright red flesh and blood were twisted and tangled, and various organs were entangled until they were twisted into one body, glowing with strange vitality.
What happened here was by no means an accident. This was revenge, but it was also the most primitive blood sacrifice.
In this isolated island that is not located in the sea, the town itself was transformed into the scene of the ceremony, and the massacre of the Intis people was the condition for the initiation of the ceremony.
The reason for arranging the ritual may have other factors, but there is no doubt that the most basic purpose is to complete revenge after death.
Anyone who would arrange such a ceremony would definitely not be a temperance person.
The products of the ritual, after the hatred is vented, still retain the instinctive behavior pattern of the creator, and are accustomed to avoiding rather than attacking.
Agnes's eyes were filled with pity, her eyes stained with blood-red spots. The gray-black mist on the huge flowers, which were almost as big as melons, was brushed away, making them look broken and tender.
The white frost spread to the bright red flesh and climbed up the mountain of meat. The mountain of meat in front of him stopped and trembled for a moment, and then all the confusion turned into quiet relief.
The tangled flesh slowly dried up under the frost, until only the shriveled skin was left wrapped around the accumulated bones, and then became a pile of skeletons covered in dust.
Among the stacked pale bones, there is a long bone that is all blood red, wrapped with vine-like lines and broken at both ends. It is hollow in the middle, but there is a little fleshy membrane as thin as a cicada's wing.
The subtle airflow in the cave passes through the hollow between the long bones, emitting a scream that pierces the soul like the cry of a wraith.
The girl's face turned pale for a moment.
Agnes picked up the bone and put it in an iron box to isolate it from all disturbances of airflow.
"Let's go, judging from their memories, there are survivors behind." She said to the girl.
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In an empty cemetery.
"Daniel Madeleine,"
"1304-1329."
Little Milo stood in front of the newly erected tombstone, looking intently at the writing on it. The young man wearing a heavy woolen coat with a lapel on his shoulders looked at him quietly behind him.
"Perhaps he once thought independently, but later he was finally lost in the compulsive will." This is the epitaph on the tombstone, carved by him himself.
Little Milo touched the iron box in his pocket, which contained Daniel's extraordinary characteristics, a "Secret Man".
"Let's go, we have been delayed for several days." Xiao Milo withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes, and turned around.
Dreiser looked at Xiao Milo carefully, and found heavy grief and complete relief in Xiao Milo's eyes.
"You can stay a few more days," Dreiser said, trying to slow down his voice.
"It's not necessary," said little Milo, "I could have asked the lady, but Daniel refused me."
"It's his choice and nothing is more important than that."
