Osiris stood up straight, drew out his rapier, and saw a trace of dark red blood slowly falling from its blade, and on the floor, the blood solidified into the word "kill".
boom! boom! boom!
There were continuous sounds of gunshots around Osiris, and many cracks appeared in the frozen wall in an instant. A lot of invisible spiritual power spread and overflowed from these cracks, and then crimson seeped out!
boom!
There was another gunshot, and the night watchman on the far left of Osiris fired. The silver bullet seemed to be engraved with the crimson holy symbol.
As the bullet was fired, another shadowy figure fell down in the darkness, twitching and losing its breath.
A woman wearing a revealing short skirt, a velvet black shawl, and a lace veil.
"They are people from the Church of the Goddess of Desire." Osiris frowned, turned to his companion and said in a low voice, "There must be undiscovered rats in this area. They come from three different secret organizations, and they have extraordinary powers. It’s also different, so you have to be careful.”
Before she finished speaking, she heard the patter of footsteps coming from the darkness in the distance, echoing in the ears of the people around her.
Immediately, she saw a man wearing a pointed hat and a black hooded robe. His face was smeared with three-color paint, his eyes were dark, but his legs were not very agile, and he was leaning on a cane. Walking down the dim and broken stairs, his expression was indifferent and calm, without any fear.
"Saint? There is indeed a big rat hiding here." Osiris looked at the visitor and said casually.
"Please don't yell like a rat, my name is Schindler Motto, from Lunatic Asylum No. 8, of course you can also call me fortune teller!" Schindler Motto showed his signature sarcastic smile.
"I know you, the weird guy who was able to tie Candace, the spokesperson for the gods, to the asylum."
"It was an exchange of equal value, and we gave him enough benefits."
"But he is now being held behind the Crimson Gate. He will be imprisoned for at least three hundred years to offset the mistakes made yesterday."
Schindler Motto, wearing a pointed hat and face paint, immediately shook his head: "It won't take that long, we will take him home soon."
Osiris sneered and said: "You should not be able to see this scene. After all, you are a saint on the must-kill list of the Honavitch Church."
"Kill me? You can't, because I'm no longer pure Schindler Motto."
He paused, and his eyes suddenly turned cold:
"By chance, I got a medium insect. What's even more fortunate is that I was called by God. Now I am truly the 'Spokesperson of God'!"
He hurriedly pulled open his black robe, revealing the dark red flesh and blood between his chest.
These flesh and blood are connected together to form a vague symbol, like a giant python spreading its wings!
Suddenly, the surrounding ice shattered like glass, and all the scenes collapsed.
This is the scent of the ancient gods...
.........
The pioneer city, Gresham!
Seagull Street, second floor of Hat Trick Hotel.
Viatu was lying on the wooden bed. The retro Gothic dress on her body was already in tatters. A symbol was engraved on her delicate collarbone by a strange power. It was an eye with a pattern similar to a sycamore, and A symbol composed of three twisted tentacles.
The Eye of the Indus and the Twisted Tentacle are the Mark of God!
The blood-red eyes floating aside stared at the mark, and couldn't help being shocked.
At this time, Viatu suddenly groaned in pain, her chest swelled, and quickly returned to normal. It rose and fell four times, as if taking a huge breath, then slowly opened her eyes, raised her slender He held his forehead with both hands, his hair was messed up on his face, and he looked extremely weak.
She turned to look at the blood-colored eyes floating aside, "Sir, did I succeed?"
"Tell me now, what did you see in your dream? Or what did you do?"
"In a dream?"
"That's right, it was in the dream. Your spirit was polluted before. I opened a battlefield above your soul ocean and guided you to fight against the pollution. You can tell me the process!"
"I can't remember it clearly, but it seems that there was no battle. I vaguely remember that there was a man wearing a black hooded robe and a mask who was telling me stories next to me. He was very funny and told great stories. It's very fascinating, but... I seem to have forgotten what story he was telling..." Viatu recalled as if murmuring in a dream.
"Hmph, that's not a masked person at all, but an ancient existence."
Ancient existence? Ancient existence... Viatu kept chewing these four roots, and suddenly her pupils shrank to the size of pinholes, "Venerable, you mean that is... a god?"
"Hey, it's no surprise that the person in your dream is the owner of the tomb we entered in the Scandinavian white desert." The blood-red eyes circled and shook their heads, and then said: "A The true form of the spirit comes to your dream, which indicates that he is interested in you, so it avoids those contaminations, but at the same time, it also puts a mark on you."
"Sir, I don't understand. What's the logo?" Viatu sat up from the bed and felt herself a little, but found nothing unusual.
"Look at your neck. That symbol is a logo. It's similar to a label. Judging from the past epochs, a small number of people will be labeled by the gods and become the spokespersons of the gods. It's just that this I don’t know if it’s luck or disaster that a god of unknown origin has taken a liking to you.”
"Are the spokesmen of the gods the same as those angels who come out of myths?"
"Yes, it is an established fact that you have now become the spokesperson of the gods. From this moment on, your faith will be transferred to this new god. As his spokesperson in the world, everything about you, including your heart and soul, body and spirit, will be Belong to Him, Poseidon will no longer be the god you believe in, Poseidon’s light will no longer be able to protect you, and my soul will no longer be attached to you.”
The eyes floating in mid-air flashed with red light, and from the red light, an old black figure walked out. Viatu had never seen the Venerable so clearly.
The black shadow sighed, looking through the second floor window at the scarlet moon hanging in the sky, and murmured:
"Although the term "gods" is illusory enough and gives people the feeling of being a kind of belief, gods are always gods, gods that cannot be seen, gods that are high and transcend everything in reality. No god wants to see his own. If a believer betrays himself, after tonight, or perhaps sooner, you will be expelled from the Poseidon Church, and your name of Weiatu in the Poseidon Church will also be unable to be used!"
