Chapter 1023 Blood Sacrifice
Ph'nglui Mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!
After reading the book in the University of Secrets, Lu Li has learned a lot about evil gods.
Not long ago, I just finished reading the Cthulhu chapter, and secrets such as summoning spells are no exception.
Right now, after thinking about it for a while, Lu Li realized that the group of mixed races were not trying to summon Mr. Ke, but simply praising him, because the meaning of these syllables should be:
In R'lyeh, in his homeland, sleeping Cthulhu waits to sleep.
Who are you waiting for?
Could it be that everyone wants to meet in a dream?
Under Lu Li's watchful eyes, the heretics chanted hymns frantically and charged the islanders. Fortunately, the main battlefield was not in the sea, otherwise, their own casualties would be extremely serious.
The little mouse who served as the bishop was lying in his pocket, and the little pink paw poked Lu Li and asked:
"Aren't you going to help?"
"Until now, more than a dozen people have been injured, although there have been no deaths."
Injured, as long as you don't die and still have a breath, you can pull it back.
To be honest, Lu Li took a leap of faith and launched a test from the aspect of faith just for fishing, unless it was absolutely necessary, he would not make a move unless he could.
Back in the temple, the pagan high priest ignored the provocation and chose to pretend to be cowardly... It was a pity for him for a long time.
"hold on."
Rubbing the little mouse's furry head casually, Lu Li continued to wait.
below.
The mixed race was extremely excited, and spit out words one after another, as if he had been blessed by Mr. Ke.
Or chorus, or sing alone.
At this moment, the normal islanders kept thanking the omniscient and omnipotent God, and rejoiced that the Holy Light werewolf came to the world, bringing correct beliefs and weapons, allowing them to effectively kill aliens.
As for being injured, guarding the homeland, is there any reason why you don't even want to shed blood?
Maybe this is a test from God.
Some people think so.
"The number of mixed bastards is so dense that they don't even need to aim. Just pulling the trigger casually can cause a scaly deformed child to die."
Having received all kinds of blessings, Yang Kai, who boasted that his strength was beyond the charts, stood with his hands behind his back and stood on the half-finished temple, commenting: "At this point, they are as fragile as ordinary beast creatures."
Like Lu Li, he was also fishing.
Of course, the target groups are different.
After finally gaining a strong combat power, can't you show yourself in front of everyone? Have an addiction.
"..." Mia.
Although she likes the special effects behind it very much, she is very clear in her heart that no matter how strong she is now, she is fake, and she cannot truly grasp it. Only when she is strong is she really strong!
"Although each of us has a holy artifact, the number of these bastards is far beyond imagination.
In addition, as members of the city in the past, they were familiar with the surrounding terrain, so they had to find a way to get closer to the temple and concentrate their power in one place. "
Some islanders shouted loudly.
Obviously, this is a good idea.
The group of believers began to cover and retreat one by one.
Sometimes brains are really important. The power of faith can make rough iron products strong and wear-resistant, and become a good material for making firearms.
In addition, it can also be turned into a bullet.
According to Lu Li's observation, after the guns fired with the power of the "Bible" killed the target, they were only physically invisible to ordinary people with the naked eye. In essence, the total amount did not change at all.
Not only that, but killing members of the cult will strengthen the internal cohesion and make the islanders believe in the Holy Light Werewolf Cult he founded on a whim.
In just ten minutes, the power of faith surged, and the werewolf statue standing side by side with Jehovah in the center of the temple exuded holy light, as if it could come alive at any time to participate in this battle.
"Death begins."
Since it was boring to stay in the pocket all the time, the little mouse crawled back to Lu Li's shoulder, then came to the neck, and whispered, "I don't know how many more lives will die."
As she said, more and more islanders fell in the run, climbed a few steps, and then the bloodthirsty bastards grabbed them and dragged them into the monster.
The screams inevitably sounded, and then suddenly stopped.
Undoubtedly, Lu Li can't do anything to save him, but if he has enough faith, he might manifest a heaven-like existence, allowing his soul and body to live forever and enjoy comfort.
...
The smell of blood became stronger and stronger.
After all, their believers hold modern weapons that have been strengthened. Relatively speaking, the death rate is not high, and most of the strong smell comes from the deep diver bastards.
Their blood is dark red and black.
It smells extremely fishy.
At this moment, under the crazy offensive regardless of death, all the islanders have been successfully driven around the temple, and a general attack can be launched at any time.
And in this, it is also inseparable from the deliberate actions of his own believers.
There are many people and strength, and the power of guns concentrated to shoot is obviously stronger, and the temple can provide them with a sense of security——
At the highest point of the hall, the elementary school boy and Ms. Mia, who are full of special effects, are standing brightly. The two are enough to solve some subsequent troubles.
hiss~
The syllables were mixed with roars, pagan hymns were chanted continuously, and the charge began.
Claws and fangs battle infinite bullets.
If the former's skills stop here, the final outcome is to disappear completely, and Lu Li, who can't find anything, will start trying to overthrow the pagan temple and return to the sea.
If the weirdness reappears at that time, it means that the root of the problem has not been solved, and you have to think of other ways...
"He is waiting! He is waiting in the dark cave! The priest who controls death in the dark!"
The descendants of the deep divers praised Cthulhu for a long time, kept repeating, and intensified, but they never disappeared, and finally changed to a different ceremony.
Led by the mixed-race elders, the still optimistic half murlocs quickly followed the rhythm, adding their own voices to the group shouts.
On the ground, streams of blood began to boil, a bit like degenerated syrup, viscous and dark in color.
And in the temple, the eye-shaped altar finally started to move...
"He is waiting! He is waiting in the dark cave! The priest who controls death in the dark!"
Facing the increasingly loud call, the islanders were at a loss, and the little mouse couldn't understand what it meant.
Only Lu Li, with the help of the academy's rules, understood this ancient sacrificial language.
This group of bastards with pickled blood chanted more and more vigorously, until finally, they stopped attacking and swayed their bodies on the spot.
Even if he can't understand the need, the little mouse can still guess that something more weird and powerful will be summoned——
Some of the miscellaneous blood couldn't help trembling, as if caught in an intoxicated struggle.
All the elders fell into ecstasy, their stiff scaly faces squeezed out a smile, looking funny and creepy.
"He is waiting! He is waiting in the dark cave! The priest who controls death in the dark!"
Following the final call and praise, Lu Li lifted his spirits a little and turned his gaze to the center of the city...