"But no matter what, your desire led to the failure of the entire operation."
"Yes...yes, yes, Lord Fermatbach, I...I..."
Mouse was speechless for a moment. He knew very well how extreme and cruel this patient No. 13 of "Madhouse No. 8" was to his subordinates who had done wrong!
Fermat Bach glanced at the rat's trembling back and sneered:
"Haha, you should thank your wife. If she hadn't given me a lot of happiness at certain moments, I would have let you cut out your heart bit by bit and eat it, then pull out your intestines and continue Eat until the entire body is eaten!”
"Now go out and write a telegram and tell Patient No. 7 that the night watchman gave us a gift. Now I need her help. I will give the night watchman a return gift in the past few days, which is enough to make them unforgettable. It’s the only thing you can do right now.”
When the mouse heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief silently. He looked fearfully at Fermat Bach and the tribute stand covered with faint green candles on the square table behind him, and replied respectfully:
"Yes, Lord Fermatbach!"
After he saw the angel tattoo on his chest come to life just now, he thought he would become a part of something.
"Your wife is in the next room above. Remember to take her to the hospital for a physical check-up, of course, if there is still time."
"Yes...sir..."
When the mouse exited the basement, "Patient No. 13" Fermat Bach turned his head and looked at the tribute platform covered with green candles. He paused and said in a more respectful and humble manner than when the mouse faced him:
"Master Divine Envoy, the ceremony... was the ceremony successful?"
"It was successful, but one of the blood sacrifices was lost, which caused some trouble."
A cold and emotionless female voice came from the green candles on the tribute platform, and then the dim yellow flames on the green candles suddenly strung together, as if they had vitality, and the firelight quickly gathered from both sides, flowing smoothly An illusory flame door engraved with ancient patterns was outlined and landed in the center of the tribute table.
The black nails rubbed against the flame door, making a scratching sound. As the sound became louder and louder, the illusory flame door slowly opened, and a slightly transparent female figure walked out of it.
She was wearing a retro and complicated dress, with pale skin, delicate cheeks, and thick waterfall-like dark green hair, just like a summer forest, to a level that would make any woman envious.
Fermanbach looked humbly at the female figure in the candle light, his brown eyes motionless.
"I'm sorry, Lord God Envoy, one of the blood sacrifices was missing from the previous one. How many more do I need to make up this time to please my Lord?"
"The sacrificial ceremony cannot be reversed. Once it is started, it cannot be made up for in the middle. Otherwise, it will be regarded as taboo and disrespectful to my Lord."
"I understand, I understand, Lord Envoy."
Patient No. 13, Fermat Bach, did not dare to speak anymore. He closed his mouth tightly, and his body was like a benchmark. He stood next to the illusory woman and waited quietly.
At this moment, the originally dim candlelight began to twist, intertwine, and deform, transforming into a variety of limb-like shapes, and each shape seemed to correspond to a certain part of the human body.
Wow——
The sound of heavy objects falling was inexplicably heard, and human heads, internal organs, trunks and other human body parts were strangely gathered on the tribute platform. They were fragmented, dripping with dark brown blood, and stacked one layer after another.
With the illusory changes in the candle flame, these flesh and blood stumps began to consciously twitch, assemble, and piece together, pieced together a bloody man with no skin, disorganized bones, and inverted and squirming fascia.
"Hiss... hiss..."
The black and red pupilless eyes stared at Fema Bach and the woman in the long dress. It opened its mouth full of rotten flesh and blood, and wanted to speak, but it could only make a sound similar to that of a poisonous snake spitting out a message.
"Hiss...hiss..."
The bloody man kept making hissing sounds.
Just when Fermat Bach couldn't stand the sound like a nightmare, the assembled bloody man's body suddenly disintegrated, and the residual limbs and bones rotted into mud and fell onto the dark red tribute. On the stage, on the blue-grey floor.
"Broken... broken?"
Fima Bach looked at everything that happened on the tribute platform with a surprised look. They had been preparing for this divine descending ceremony for too long, but this bloody man disintegrated as soon as he said it would, without any warning.
"Lord God Envoy, what is this?"
"do not speak!"
Femma Bach spoke hurriedly, but was immediately scolded back by the angel wearing a long and complicated dress. At this moment, the angel tattoo on his chest suddenly changed.
The angel uncontrollably wanted to turn his face away, hide his body behind his back, and cover himself with two wings. It was like an ostrich in danger, burying its head in the sand, out of sight. Although it is a bit funny, it can explain the problem.
boom--
A huge explosion came from the invisible void, and a mysterious, ancient, and indescribable spiritual storm blew throughout the basement. A mysterious advent symbol appeared where the bloody man had just disintegrated.
Gudu, Gudu!
A wet, sticky, dark red worm emerged from the symbol. It vibrated its incompletely purified wings, and circles of light appeared on its twisting body, with obscure and difficult fluids flowing on it. Just one glance at the symbol makes people vomit, tremble, and feel cold, as if they have fallen into an abyss, and even their consciousness becomes blurred.
"God cannot be looked at directly!"
"God cannot be looked at directly!"
...
Femma Bach gasped and repeated the words in his mouth over and over again. At this moment, his body was covered with squirming blisters and he was in danger of losing control, but the fanatical expression on his face became more and more public and horrified.
"The first step of letting God descend has been completed. Essentially, what descended during this ceremony is called a vector insect, which you cannot see directly at your level."
The divine messenger carefully reached out her hand to pick up the wet flapping insect, and then devoutly and fervently recited the incomprehensible incantation many times. Then she opened her mouth with a ferocious expression and stretched out the pink-stained The slimy tongue kept licking greedily, and finally swallowed the worm.
Silently, the red expanding candlelight was all extinguished, but for Fermat Bach of Patient No. 13, this did not affect his ability to see things in the dark.
"I use my own flesh and blood and spirituality as a breeding ground to cultivate it. Remember, a sacrificial ceremony must be held every three months in the initial stage."
"No problem, Lord God Envoy," Fima Bach looked at the God Envoy and nodded enthusiastically.
"Today's vector insect is the Lord's response. Although I still don't know which Lord's response it is, but at least we succeeded!"
As he spoke, an inexplicable ancient atmosphere spread out from the room. After about three seconds, the envoy in the long and intricate dress cast his gaze on the pile of flesh and blood on the tribute table that seemed to have been decayed for a long time. Writhing flesh of maggots and black ants.
"Master Envoy, what should we do next? Do we need to send a telegram to ask No. 5 and No. 6 to come back?" Femma Bach asked respectfully.
call......
The divine messenger shook her head slightly. She reached out and took out a simple and exquisite round pocket watch from her inner pocket. At first glance, it looked no different from a normal pocket watch, but in the darkness, it shone with crooked blood threads and seemed to be squirming. .
"They don't need to come back, but you do."
"I?"
When he heard the word "I", Fermat Bach's forehead twitched obviously, and he always felt something was different.
She took a slow breath and said:
"There are some inconsistencies in your destiny, mixed with luck. Lunatic Asylum No. 8 needs your luck!"
"Of course, you have to be careful enough, because any gift from fate has already been marked with a price in secret..."
