Chapter 268 Ritual Failure

Just when the innocent and sweet ‘Crovit’ was making dangerous and explosive items.

Just when the loyal Nello Bacchus was stealing the forbidden books of the cult.

Just when the gentle Winfreys was furious because his daughter was missing.

The initiator of all this was now undergoing a meditation process similar to bathing and burning incense.

He took off the last piece of clothes and sat cross-legged on the cold floor without a single inch of clothing.

Four secret believers, who were decorated with colorful feathers, hung with gray and white bone items, wearing ancient animal bone helmets, and wearing mottled animal skin cloaks, looked like primitive tribal priests, twisting ancient sacrificial dances and chanting tempting syllables.

In Watson's opinion, this newly opened ritual room was so simple that it could be called shabby.

The dark and lightless cave was empty, with jagged stalagmites hanging from the ceiling like the sharp teeth of a giant beast, and only a deep pit filled with clear water on the ground, or perhaps more specifically a deep well.

The deep well was filled with clear liquid, faintly emitting a salty, sweet, and slightly fishy smell like sea water, snow water, and blood. But if you get close to the well mouth and look down, you will see that the bottom of the well seems unfathomable, and you can only see a thick and indissoluble black.

The deep and heavy darkness could not be completely penetrated even by the light of the oil lamp in the palm of your hand, as if there was some kind of fear hidden deep in the well that was about to burst out, making the viewer tremble from the bottom of his heart.

As the secret believers danced and sang, the clear spring in the well slowly rose and overflowed, and the salty, fishy, ​​and slightly sweet smell immediately filled the entire ritual room.

The clear and cold liquid slowly flowed under the four secret believers who were about to be promoted. The slightly salty and sweet spring water touched the four people's uncovered vital parts, and immediately sent a spicy and stinging feeling like being soaked in salt water, causing three of the strong men to twitch uncontrollably.

While dancing and chanting, the four secret believers who looked like priests would occasionally reach into the well with their hands to scoop up a pool of clear water and splash it on the four naked recipients.

As soon as the bone-chilling liquid touched the four exposed chests, a faint mist like steaming rose immediately. The skin of the recipients also raised tiny goose bumps due to the sudden stimulation of extreme cold, and the dense sweat hairs also stood up.

The heart in the chest seemed to sense that the temperature on the surface of the body was dropping rapidly, and even without the brain's command, it had already accelerated its beating, trying to expel the coldness on the surface of the body by pumping blood to accelerate circulation.

This purely physiological and instinctive eager heartbeat is exactly what the ritual requires. Only this initial and most primitive heartbeat contains the true power of the heart.

The person wearing a deer bone helmet with a particularly colorful bird feather type is the main executor of this promotion ceremony. He sensed that the heartbeat rhythm of the four recipients had gradually climbed to a suitable height, so he danced and said: "Jonny, John, Caitlin, Ford... The four of you enter the well in turn, with your elbows on the ground and your back facing the sky, and your lower body immersed in the well water."

The four recipients who had been waiting for a long time finally stood up. They entered the well in turn according to the order of the ritual executor, occupying the four directions of the well mouth in a completely humiliating posture. The four spines seemed to extend from the well as four roads, forming an alternative crossroads.

However, the two people who occupied the east and west and the north and south could only face each other with their hips, and the four white meat patties seemed to be looking at each other awkwardly.

Then the four ritual performers continued to rotate around the wellhead, and the thirsty syllables they chanted became louder and louder. It seemed that even the spring water in the well could not bear the impulse of the rhythm. Strange bubbles appeared on the water surface, as if there was a terrifying monster hidden in the darkness at the bottom of the well, and it was roaring with thirst at the bottom of the well.

The four ritual performers looked at each other and nodded silently. While dancing, they took out the sharp whip hanging from their waists. There seemed to be some sharp bone pieces tanned into the slender whip.

This obviously lethal whip was whipped on the backs of the four subjects with a snap. Immediately, a shocking blood mark appeared on the pale backs. The pungent tearing pain hit the drowsy brain on the pupa and hit the inner wall of the skull fiercely. The brain seemed to echo with a vibrating whisper.

The heart, which was already beating eagerly, seemed to absorb some kind of painful power from the whipping. The frequency of the beating became more intense and proud. The hot heart beat wildly in the cold body. Every expansion seemed to hit the inner wall of the chest heavily, bursting out like a drum.

The four subjects who were whipped clenched their teeth and did not cry out in pain, but as the whip was swung down again and again, the flesh on their backs bloomed more and more, and the bright red blood flowed out from the rolling and hideous wounds, dripping like boiling well water that was still as cold as before.

The blood containing the power of the original mind seemed to be particularly heavy and solid. After falling into the well, it did not blend with the cold well water. It was as if oil dripped into the water and still separated. It was still sinking slowly, like crystal clear rubies sinking into the dark shadow at the bottom of the well, satisfying the thirsty roar of the unknown beast lurking in the darkness.

The thirsty roar subsided, and the bubbles steaming on the well surface also began to slowly subside... The blood lost at the bottom of the well also completely disappeared. Perhaps it just sank into the dark shadow that could not be seen through, or perhaps it had been swallowed by the giant beast that existed in imagination.

However, a slight breeze suddenly blew in the ritual room, mixed with the real salty smell of the ocean, and contained a kind of cold and biting but thirsty heat, as if you were in a great arid desert near the coast. Even if you could smell the breath of the ocean, you were already lost in the boundless desert. You were thirsty and thirsty, but you could never find a way out... You could only stare at the imaginary ocean and die of thirst.

The main executor of the ritual nodded slightly with satisfaction. This special abnormality symbolized that they had communicated with the great existence and the vast and infinite power... It was time to take the most critical step.

The ancient dance stopped, and the thirsty chanting stopped.

At this moment, they needed to pour the sacrifices prepared in advance into the water body. If this water body was connected to the ocean, it would be even better.

The main executor of the ritual took out the prepared offering from his bosom. It was a handful of mottled and colorful powder, pink like a rose, bright like blood, and black and white.

It was mixed with condensed blocks, like dried pigments, and like powder condensed by moisture... Such an offering must be enough to satisfy the great existence temporarily, and then reward the awakening power of the ritual.

He sprinkled the offering, and the mottled powder clots gradually sank to the bottom of the well, into the unfathomable darkness, or into another world.

The executor of the ritual looked at the four church members who fell unconscious at the edge of the well due to a sudden drop in body temperature, excessive blood loss, pain attacks, and the influence of the ritual.

He nodded with satisfaction and looked at the only female church member present. Although she looked haggard at the moment, her skin was much whiter and smoother than other mortals because of the long-term nourishment of her heart phase, like white porcelain... The executor swallowed hard, and his soul and body vibrated.

He and the three executors who had been waiting for a long time looked at each other, and they all showed obscene smiles at the same time... Hehe, don't worry, let them sleep for a while, and we will chant the awakening ballad later, so that the four people in coma can truly experience the power of awakening and understand the secret of awakening pulse.

And now... it's our rare welfare time!

The main executor was the first to advance with the three church members giving way.

However, just as his cup phase was excited and his spine was about to be released and excited... the sacrifice that should have disappeared at the bottom of the well suddenly rose to the surface of the water again. At the same time, angry roars and screams were faintly heard from the bottom of the well. The well water was surging violently again, and strange bubbles like tumors burst one by one, and the irresistible thirst swept over the four people!

The four ritual performers covered their throats in disbelief. Their cheeks were visibly thin, and sweat kept flowing out of their pores like fountains... They were as thin as dry wood in just a few seconds. Even if they buried their heads in the well and soaked them in the well water and swallowed them in big gulps, they could not relieve the strange thirst.

The ritual failed? ! ! !

How is it possible? ! ! This is not the first day we have performed this ritual. According to past experience, even if the ritual fails, the consequences of being backfired by the power should not be borne by us alone, and the consequences should not be so terrible... Why are they, the recipients, not affected at all? !

Why did the great being reject our sacrifice? ! We only ask for such a weak awakening power, and such a sacrifice should be enough!

What went wrong with the ritual? ! ! !

The main ritualist buried his head in the well water and roared desperately, and then he saw that one of the recipients who should have been unconscious and dizzy actually stood up slowly! ! !

He used up his last bit of strength to turn his head, but through the twisted water surface, he could only see that cold and ruthless right eye... John Watson? ! Why can you break free from the ritual's slumber? ! I haven't called you yet--

A big hand suddenly penetrated the water surface and grabbed his neck, pressing his head deep into the water. No matter how he struggled, he could only burst into desperate shouts in the water, spewing bubbles... and then completely died of exhaustion.

Watson shook off the remaining water stains on his palms, looked at the deep and dark bottom of the well and muttered to himself:

"The twins refused to promote me..."