Chapter 610: Distorted Ritual

At this moment, a hand stretched out from the darkness and strangled him in mid-air.

The Jiangtian believer was shocked and looked up with difficulty. He saw a red-dressed actor with blood all over his body standing silently beside him. His eyes narrowed into a strange arc and looked at his exposed lungs.

The trajectory of history intersected at this moment. Not long ago, it was also such a hand that strangled the Jiangtian believer who was about to complete the suicide ritual... And now, fate repeats itself again, and Chen Ling and Liu Qingyan's figures overlap across time and space.

But Chen Ling is not Liu Qingyan after all. Even though their movements are the same at this moment, behind the red robe, the trajectory of fate is forcibly changed by a pair of scarlet playful pupils, extending to another completely unfamiliar direction...

"Is this the suicide ritual you summoned the 'Sighing Wilderness'?" Chen Ling's voice seemed to come from the netherworld, calm and deep, and he seemed to be thinking seriously,

"Sacrificing your own lungs... Why must it be lungs?"

The pupils of the Jiangtian believer shrank slightly, and his right hand was already firmly grasped in mid-air, unable to move at all. He decisively stretched out his left hand like lightning and grabbed the exposed lung lobe!

The next moment, a flash of the boning knife flashed, and his entire left arm was cut off in a row, leaving only a smooth scarlet fracture.

The Jiangtian believer's face suddenly turned pale.

Before he could come to his senses, the blade of the boning knife slashed across his right arm again, and blood splattered. The arm held in Chen Ling's hand had completely separated from his body, leaving only a torso kneeling alone in a pool of blood.

The Jiangtian believer who lost both arms had no chance to complete the ritual by himself, and a flash of despair flashed in his eyes as he looked at Chen Ling.

Chen Ling was not in a hurry to kill this Jiangtian believer. He strangled his throat with one hand and forced him to look up and look at him... Then, a pair of apricot red eyes appeared on his face, and [Painted Red Face] was activated instantly!

Fragmented memory fragments poured into Chen Ling's mind!

...

The first thing that appeared in front of Chen Ling was a huge and magnificent altar.

Under the gray sky, blood-colored thunder and lightning wandered among the lead-colored clouds, like a surging vortex. In the center of the vortex, corresponding to the center of the altar, a two-story-high red fragment stood tall.

The moment he saw this fragment, Chen Ling was startled, and then a look of shock appeared on his face.

"Red Star Fragment?!!"

Chen Ling had seen similar fragments before... In the archive of the era, the one explored by Jiu Jun was almost the same as it, but it was a little bigger than this one, and the outline around the fragment was also different.

Chen Ling could be sure that this fragment was definitely from Red Star.

In addition to the one explored by Jiu Jun before the Cataclysm, there was actually another Red Star fragment preserved in this era?

Chen Ling looked down at the edge of the altar and saw a large group of figures in red robes surrounding the Red Star fragment, kneeling on the ground, looking like hives growing on the earth, extremely eye-catching under the gray sky.

The Jiangtian believer whose arms were cut off by Chen Ling also knelt on the ground at this moment, and followed the Jiangtian believers around him to kowtow again and again...He was at the outermost edge of these Jiangtian believers, and the closer to the Red Star fragment, the closer the kneeling Jiangtian believers were to the original.

The Jiangtian believers in the front row had completely lost their Homo sapiens features. They did not wear red robes, but tied a red leaf skirt around their hairy waists. They opened their mouths from time to time and made loud monkey cries.

Behind him, many Jiangtian believers faced the red star fragment, kowtowed and chanted repeatedly:

"Supreme Jiangtian Savior Supreme...Supreme Jiangtian Savior Supreme...Supreme Jiangtian Savior Supreme..."

The red kneeling waves rose and fell around the altar. Under the gray sky, only Chen Ling, wearing a bright red costume, still stood there.

He stared at the red star fragment on the altar and muttered to himself:

"The Supreme Jiangtian Savior Supreme...they are talking about the red star fragment?"

Chen Ling had always thought that the "Supreme Jiangtian Savior Supreme" of the Jiangtian Cult was a real god or demigod, just like the "Silver King" of the usurper. He did not expect it to be just a fragment.

In that case, who gave him the name of Supreme Crimson Heaven Savior?

Before Chen Ling could get closer to the Red Star fragment, the scene in front of him shattered bit by bit, his pupils gradually returned to their original state, and he returned to the dim pharmacy.

Chen Ling grabbed his collar with one hand and asked in a deep voice:

"Where are the other Crimson Heaven believers?"

"Wu... I don't... I don't know... Wuwu..."

The exposed lungs of the Crimson Heaven believer were beating like a broken bellows, and blood flowed from his throat and severed arms, spreading between the blood-colored rings... His breathing became weaker and weaker, and his eyes that looked at Chen Ling were also empty and dim, and his life had come to an end.

Seeing this, Chen Ling knew that he could not get more information from this Crimson Heaven believer, and began to regret that he should have left another believer alive just now... But the power of [Sleeve Hands to Move the Sky] was too strong, and he did not expect that he would not even leave a complete corpse.

Chen Ling didn't waste any more time with him. The boning knife in his hand danced lightly on his fingertips, and then stabbed into his heart fiercely!

A muffled groan sounded from the throat of the Jiangtian believer. As Chen Ling pulled the handle of the knife out of his chest with his backhand, a large amount of blood flowed from his lips again, and his body swayed and fell to the ground.

Chen Ling held the bloody boning knife and walked towards the door of the pharmacy without looking back. Li Qingshan was staggering and slowly standing up from the messy shelves.

"How is it? Are you not injured?" Chen Ling asked.

Li Qingshan nodded slightly and was about to say something. He caught a glimpse of Chen Ling's palm and his expression suddenly froze!

"Brother Lin...you..."

"What?" Seeing Li Qingshan's sudden change in expression, Chen Ling's eyes flashed with doubt.

"You...you took out his heart?"

"Heart?"

Chen Ling looked down at his right hand holding the boning knife...

At some point, the boning knife in his hand had disappeared, and instead, there was a scarlet heart that was still beating slowly!

Chen Ling was stunned.

After a few seconds, he suddenly thought of something and turned back to look at the body lying in a pool of blood. He saw that his boning knife was still stuck in the chest of the Jiangtian believer, and under the blade, there was a hideous hole that looked like it was broken by bare hands, which was shocking!

In the bloody chest cavity, the broken blood vessels were still wriggling, but the heart that should have been there disappeared.

"How could this happen? I just pulled out the knife..."

A long-lost sense of surprise surged into Chen Ling's heart. Behind him, a pair of scarlet eyes opened from the void, staring at the dripping heart in Chen Ling's hand, smiling like an evil moon.