Chapter 339 The Much-Anticipated Sacrifice

About half an hour passed.

In the People's Heart Square in front of the town government building, there were many black hoods with different descriptions standing at this time.

The black hoods all pulled down their hoods, revealing their faces.

There are men and women, old and young.

There are workers covered in dust, students carrying schoolbags, and some well-dressed elites.

But without exception.

All of them bear obvious traces of deformation, like a hybrid between a human and a fog monster.

Among them, the bearded one blended in with the crowd.

"The Lord finally appeared again. I knew that since he disappeared during this period, he must have returned to the church."

"We are summoned to hold a sacrificial ceremony this time. It seems that the [Mist] is about to come."

The beard makes up for itself.

He raised his head and looked feverishly at the stage at the front of the square.

A student wearing black-rimmed glasses and a slightly immature face was standing on top, facing everyone.

This person is Zhu Zheng.

Although he was watched by deformed monsters, Zhu Zheng said he was not stressed at all.

These people were actually abducted into the Mist Church by Aguang and "voluntarily" underwent body modification.

They possess some of the abilities and characteristics of fog monsters.

No longer considered human.

It is worth mentioning that since the success rate of human body modification technology is extremely low, and those who fail are either dead or disabled, Aguang did not accept this human body modification.

But in the end, Aguang was buried in the collapsed house due to his weak physical condition, and died in despair.

I have to say, this is a kind of irony.

With a slight cough, Zhu Zheng narrowed his eyes and spoke in a low voice, like a poisonous snake swallowing snake letters.

He is preaching doctrine.

"hypocritical!"

"In this hypocritical world, everyone is a puppet on a stage and needs to wear a mask to live their lives. Once they take off the mask, they will be horrified to find that the true face under the mask has long been corroded."

"And behind the mask, there is an abyss connected to terrible desires."

"It is precisely because of these hypocritical rules and these hypocritical individuals that we cannot be our true selves."

"Whenever you wake up from a dream at midnight, do you feel happy when you pat your chest?"

After fully accepting A Guang's memories, Zhu Zheng has become familiar with the teachings of the Mist Church. In fact, they are nothing more than reality and illusion, eternal life and destruction.

He continued: "The world is sick, it is completely sick. What we have to do is to bring the world back to reality. We are saving the world!"

"To destroy the world is to save the world! We are bringing salvation to the world!"

Someone in the audience repeated excitedly.

"The world is sick. The world is sick and we are saving the world."

Like a virus spreading and contagious.

Soon, the expressions on all the Black Hoods' faces became fanatical.

There is a fire burning in their hearts.

This is Aguang's unique ability, which can infect and influence others through language, which is somewhat similar to [The Rumblings of the Abyss].

Zhu Zheng looked around, and the smile on his face became stronger: "The mist is eternal, and the destruction of the world is the salvation of the world."

The black hoods lowered their heads one by one and prayed silently: "Praise the mist..."

"Praise the mist..."

"To destroy the world is to save the world..."

"..."

After some prayers, the next step is the sacrificial ceremony.

The fanatical believers danced a sacrificial dance full of primitive killing and madness, with weird smiles of intoxication on their faces, and then they fell to their knees on the ground and took out daggers.

Next, they will use self-mutilation to please the gods and complete the sacrifice.

But just at this moment, Zhu Zheng suddenly spoke up to stop the believers.

He coughed lightly, attracting everyone's attention.

"I have obtained the latest oracle. The great being in the mist is not satisfied with the previous ritual and has made changes. Next, everyone must learn from me and cooperate seriously."

The believers immediately said: "Please give me guidance."

Zhu Zheng's expression was solemn: "You will see what I do next. The ceremony begins."

It was still raining, and the faint light from the sky filtered through the thick clouds, stretching his shadow so long that it almost covered the entire square.

On the ground of the entire square, the magic circle hidden among the gravel gradually lit up with a dark purple light, and strange lines emerged, as if the earth was cracking, and the evil aura from the abyss emanated from it.

Under the influence of invisible force, many tiny raindrops trembled and rose into the air, making strange roaring sounds.

It strangled an indescribable being and let out a bewildering whisper.

Zhu Zheng looked up at the sky, his face full of solemnity.

Without any need for words, the believers all followed Zhu Zheng's gaze.

The next second.

The situation changes suddenly.

A strong wind blew across the fields, and the original cumulonimbus clouds were torn open, revealing a deep black gap.

A majestic and terrifying figure tore through the void, projecting its tall figure directly above the crowd. The dark air surged crazily, and in an instant it condensed into a tornado, encircling the entire square.

The projection in the sky said: "I am the Lord of the Dead, and Ying Zhao is coming."

Everyone was confused.

They were obviously sacrificing [the great being in the mist], where did this undead monarch come from?

Zhu Zheng suddenly said excitedly: "It's the Lord of the Dead, a great existence above the fog!"

Everyone was stunned, and only a few people felt that something was wrong.

But under the influence of the group's fanaticism, this vigilance was gradually obscured.

Then, he excitedly announced to everyone: "Today is the auspicious day to offer the greatest and best sacrifice to the sacred Lord of the Dead!"

"The great Lord of the Dead will bring us unprecedented truth!"

Zhu Zheng's voice seemed to have magic power, reaching everyone's ears clearly.

"Here!" the Undead Lord responded.

A simple byte, but it surges outward like a rolling flood, spreading to every corner of the world, as if it knows everything.

Zhu Zheng knelt on the ground enthusiastically.

"I sincerely pray to you! Chaos above the fog, supreme master in the abyss of despair! You replace the hypocrisy of the world with truth, grant us salvation and eternity, and we are willing to dedicate everything to your hands!"

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Every time Zhu Zheng said something, the black hooded believers also followed suit. The prayers were so loud that even people hiding in the shelter could hear the prayers.

The survivors were in panic, not knowing what was happening.

Only a few people showed a hint of envy on their faces.

These people are all spies planted by the Church of Mist among the survivors, so they naturally know that they are performing a sacrificial ceremony.

But they also have a question in their minds.

"Aren't we always praying to the [Mist]? Why is it [Chaos above the Mist, the Supreme Lord in the Gathering Abyss] this time? Have the gods also been upgraded?"