Chapter 436 Ritual Completed?

Terry was lucky enough to only see the eyes, while Lynch saw the whole picture.

The thing that came out was not exactly the same as those crazy infected people.

This thing still maintained a human form, and even wore human clothes, but Lynch really didn't want to call it a human.

Its appearance was vaguely human, with a pair of blood-red eyes, and uneven skin with a rubbery feel similar to that of a ghoul.

The exposed part of the skin had large pieces of rot, disgusting liquid dripped from under the festering skin, and dark brown rotten meat rolled out from the wound. Tiny pustules grew on the rotten meat. As it moved, the pustules exploded in large pieces, revealing strange granulations with yellow-green pus flowing in the pustules. The tiny granulations twisted like worms, emitting a strong stench. Even at a distance of several meters, Lynch still felt like vomiting.

As he walked forward, a layer of white frost condensed on the ground every time he stepped on it. As the distance got closer, an extremely strange breath came out of it, cold, gloomy, and full of the horror of death.

A huge pressure instantly enveloped Lynch, without any targeting, but it was also terrible that it was just a simple unconscious existence that created such a huge pressure, which hit the soul directly and made people despair.

Lynch understood Terry's feelings at the time. This was indeed not a pressure that ordinary people could resist, but Lynch was not an ordinary person. The strong willpower burst out from the depths of his soul, allowing him to withstand the pressure and not lose his composure on the spot.

Lynch was very familiar with this breath, and through the body of this thing, Lynch seemed to see a phantom appear behind him.

A strange green ball of light floated in the air, and countless hideous tentacles stretched out from the ball of light, twisting unconsciously in the air.

Fuck, it's you, the king of ghouls, Mordiggian.

Lynch's heart tightened. His concealment was not enough to face the evil god, but he soon calmed down.

This was the inside of the out-of-control strange object. It was not real. What he encountered was not the real evil god, but just a memory of the evil god. In other words, in the real history, there really was an evil god here... Wait, that's not right.

Lynch suddenly realized that this will was actually not active at all. It should be just a sleeping will, just like the avatar of the ghoul king he met in Zul'Glasar before. Before waking up, it didn't have such a big impact on the world.

There is no need to worry about being discovered for the time being, but... I wanted to take a carrier of the evil god's will as a hostage before? I'm so damn brave.

Lynch smiled self-deprecatingly and watched the monster pass by him.

He wanted to take out his gun and smash the little monster's head with one shot, but he gave up in the end.

Not only because he needed to delay time, but also because this thing was the carrier of the evil god's will. God knows what will happen after being shot in the head. The danger is too high, so it's better to be cautious.

Just as Lynch was hesitating, the creature had already walked past Lynch and entered the cave.

The city lord's exclamation was heard in the cave immediately.

Seeing his son's image clearly again, Jackson couldn't help but take a step back, and turned back to glare at Old Swain.

"What do you want me to see? Jack, he, isn't he the same as last night?"

"Pa...pa"

A turbid and hoarse voice suddenly came out of the monster's mouth, causing the inside and outside of the cave to stagnate for a moment.

The muscles on the city lord's face twitched, his lips trembled, and his throat gurgled. He stretched out his hand to touch the other person's face, but after several attempts, he still couldn't do it. Beside him, Old Swain's old and low voice was like the whisper of an evil god.

"You know what I asked you to do, right? I said I would help you and give you a normal son. I won't lie to you. I didn't waste any time last night. How about it? The effect is not bad. Unfortunately, it has not been completed yet. I asked you to come here today because I need your cooperation."

"What is it? Tell me quickly. As long as I can do it, I will agree to anything." The city lord was trembling with excitement, and said with a choked voice, "Kill those nosy travelers? Or get rid of the nosy Terry?"

"No, no, no, those are not important. Don't worry, what you need to do is very simple."

Old Swain smiled, and did not rush to explain. Instead, he pulled out a chair and asked the city lord to sit down and chat with him.

With the translation of the concentric conch, Lynch guessed and analyzed, and finally understood what happened here from their conversation.

Half a year ago, the city lord's youngest son was murdered by his three daughters. The city lord was very sad. Just when he was about to accept the reality, his old friend Swain suddenly came up and said that Mordiggian, the king of ghouls, had the ability to resurrect little Jack, but the price was huge, and little Jack had to become the container of Mordiggian's will.

The city lord actually knew the identity of Swain's family for a long time, so he was not surprised. His resentment towards his daughter and his pity for his youngest son made him lose his mind and agreed to old Swain's suggestion.

First, relying on Mordiggian's power, the body of little Jack was turned into a half-dead infected state. According to old Swain's explanation, this was to step on both sides of the Styx, neither alive nor dead. Then the body was buried. This was to use the vitality of the crops that were born this year to extract the concept of death from the body and return the body to the side representing life. After that, these grains that had been extracted from death were used as a medium to kill a large number of creatures and sacrifice them to Mordiggian in exchange for its mercy to help little Jack wake up.

As soon as Lynch heard this, he realized that this was nonsense. This was obviously a man-made plague. Then everyone who died in this plague would become Mordiggian's sacrifice. The more people died, the more ghouls would be killed. The king's income will be higher. The reason why Little Jack was selected was probably because he was suitable to be the carrier of Mordiggian's arrival. Maybe even Little Jack's death itself was driven by this old ghoul.

In fact, all the gifts of fate have been secretly marked with a price. Unfortunately, the city lord of the third era did not understand this truth. Instead, he was overjoyed. In the face of conscience and personal relationships, he chose the personal relationship without hesitation for a second and cooperated fully. All of Old Swain's requests allowed Old Swain to experiment again and again to let the plague gradually take shape, until last night he finally brought the controlled little Jack in front of him.

But it was still a body with no memory and no consciousness. It was not the ending that Jackson wanted to see, so what happened last night happened.

"If you want to regain his consciousness, you must repeat the process of his birth from the mother's body and re-establish contact with the world through the flesh and blood of his closest relatives. When his mother is no longer around, his three sisters are the closest relatives, devouring the flesh and blood of his closest relatives. Soul, he finally reconnected with the world."

"But he is still so sluggish." The city lord didn't consider his daughter's problem at all and just asked, "Why?"

"The effect is not enough." Old Swain sighed, "Fortunately, there is a remedy."

The city lord couldn't wait to ask: "What can we do?"

Old Sven did not answer, but pointed behind the city lord. When the city lord turned around, he saw his beloved son standing behind him, opening his rotten mouth and biting the city lord's carotid artery.

Old Siwen's faint voice came from the splashing blood.

"Of course one less is not enough. Now the effect is enough. The connection will be successfully established soon, but it is not Jack who awakens, but our master. Hahaha, the time is just right, now your life and soul are also in place, With those humans outside as the master's first nourishment, the master's will can smoothly descend into this body and reproduce the glory of Zul'Glasar. Then the master will remember your family...who?"

Just as old Sven was smiling and watching little Jack biting his father's neck and whispering in his mouth, he suddenly turned around and saw a figure flashing past behind him, and a serrated sword stabbing him in the face.