Rodney smiled as he watched the seven "lucky" priests standing around the altar turn into a mess of flesh and blood in the blink of an eye. The radiating and splattering blood almost dyed the entire white altar red. It kept dripping down, and all kinds of activated organs writhed on the ground.
The claustrophobic inner chamber was instantly filled with the pungent and disgusting smell of blood. The pope statue in the center also seemed to turn from solemn to strange.
"Hehe …"
The priests, whose faces were filled with fear and fanaticism, gradually lost their last breaths in their struggle.
Rodney walked to the side of the altar and looked excitedly at the only priest who could still barely stand.
The brain of the Holy Moon, which was made of the awakened holy artifact "Sleeping Son of the Moon," gradually transformed the host into a nest suitable for God's arrival, both physically and mentally.
This was the "fetus."
The silver placenta enshrined in the center was needless to say, the "placenta."
The entire inner chamber was engraved with runes. It was an altar in the shape of a womb. This was the "fetal palace."
When the "fetus," the "placenta," and the "fetal palace" coexisted, a "god" could be born from the "fetus."
Rodney's expression was full of greed and intoxication. This was a real god that people had believed in for thousands of years. The website was m.9biquge. com
Today, "He" would truly come to the real world from the dream and be worshiped by people with their eyes!
"Pfft! Pfft! "
Dozens of wildly dancing tentacles "grew" out of the priest's chest and abdomen. They were clawing at the sides of his body, as if they were "pulling" the source of the tentacles out from the depths of his body.
"Ugh …"
The priest kept spitting out blood, and his two hands kept waving around as if he was trying to grab something. He persisted for a full fifteen minutes, but in the end, he could only kneel down powerlessly.
As soon as he fell, the tentacles seemed to have lost their power. Soon, they all fell to the ground. Upon closer inspection, these bloody and wet tentacles even looked like intestines.
The surroundings returned to silence. Apart from the corpses on the ground, only Rodney and the Holy Lady were left alive.
In the beginning, Rodney was still staring at the corpses on the ground with anticipation. But as time passed, the excited and twisted smile on his face gradually disappeared, finally turning into disappointment and anger.
They were all dead. This meant that … no one could withstand the descent of the moon. They had all failed!
"Bang!"
He slammed the altar and waved his hand to summon the Holy Lady who was standing beside him. He said expressionlessly, "Shirley, call the next batch of people in."
"Yes." The Saintess retreated, revealing a gentle and holy smile. She selected the next batch to enter the inner chamber.
Don't worry, don't worry … Rodney walked up to the altar and stroked the restless placenta that was emitting the sound of a baby crying. The blood and various organs on the ground were absorbed by the white altar, leaving nothing behind. It was clean again.
There were still so many "fetuses". There was bound to be a lucky one.
"Rodney of of the moon..........
Rodney muttered to himself.
—
Annie Tuttle was an ordinary housewife. She had a husband who owned a bakery and two children.
During dinner time, she was coaxing her children to eat when she heard a report from the television. "Recently, a priest from the Dome Church betrayed the church and used unknown explosives to blow up two churches. The number of casualties is as high as 1700 people, including the priest's baptizer and foster, Father Terrence of the Chapel of Love."
"I believe that the people of the seventh parish are no strangers to Father Terrence. He is … However, Vincent, who was taken care of, actually bit the hand that fed him. He lost his humanity and went straight to the Church of Love after he betrayed the church and killed …"
"Pa!"
Annie frowned. She took the remote control and changed the channel. She had already seen similar news at least three times.
"Sigh."
She sighed. Father Vincent had helped her family before because there was a period of time when strange sounds came from the attic and walls of her house. She suspected that it was the work of evil spirits.
However, after inviting Father Vincent to take a look, he discovered that it was actually because of the bakery. There were often many bread crumbs and other desserts in the house, causing the rats to breed and hide in the mezzanine of the walls and the attic.
Father Vincent helped to open the mezzanine in the wall and clean up the attic, driving all the rats out.
Although he did things that seemed to have nothing to do with his job, the gentle and polite priest still laughed and said that wherever the moon shines, that was where they needed to serve the believers.
Annie still couldn't forget that after cleaning the attic, the dusty priest took out a bottle of rat repellent and joked that it looked like holy water.
How could such a kind and considerate Father Vincent do such a cruel and horrible thing like blowing up two churches and killing his foster?
She didn't want to believe that Father Vincent was such a person, but her faith in the Dome Church made her waver.
Annie shook her head. She was just an ordinary person. The daily hardships of life were enough for her to worry about. These things were too far away for her. Even if she wanted to believe it, she was powerless.
"Mom, mom …" The two children began to pull her clothes again, pulling her to play.
"Okay, okay, okay."
Annie comforted the two children and smiled at her husband. In this peaceful and warm atmosphere, she cleaned up and went to sleep as usual.
…
"Where is this?"
Annie looked around in a daze. The quiet street was empty. The night was deep, and there seemed to be noises from far away.
But she remembered that she should have fallen asleep, so … was this a dream?
Annie walked a few steps in a daze. She vaguely felt that it was familiar. She looked up and saw the sign of the Church of Love.
Church of Love?!
She remembered. Wasn't this the street near the Church of Love that Father Terrence presided over?
The news was right. The people of the seventh parish were no strangers to Father Terrence. People of Annie's age used to go to the Church of Love for treatment if they had any illness when they were young.
The blurry memory suddenly became clear. Annie subconsciously wanted to go up and knock on the door.
However, before she could do anything, a figure appeared from the corner. Annie was startled, and she quickly went back to hide.
She was stunned. She saw the person stagger two steps and fall in front of the door. His body was burnt black and covered in blood. When he raised his head, there were two bloody holes on his face. But Annie recognized this face.
Father Vincent!
Annie covered her mouth and widened her eyes. She couldn't believe it.
However, what happened next completely overturned everything she knew about the world …
— —
The next day.
Annie got up early in the morning and stared at the ceiling in a daze.
She didn't know what this dream meant, but the Waning Moon apostle who was like the Grim Reaper in the dream, the dead Father Terrence, and Father Vincent who was crying silently in the fire. It was hard for her to let go.
A horrifying thought lingered in her mind. Could it be … that this was the truth?
"Wah! Mom, save me. It's so scary! "
The child woke up with a start and cried loudly, telling her about the nightmare incoherently.
Annie felt a chill run down her spine. Although the child's language was slightly different, it was roughly the same as her dream!
This couldn't be a coincidence!
Could it be the vengeful spirit of Father Vincent? But why did Father Vincent become like that in the dream? Was this the reason why he betrayed the church? Another church …
Was everything in the dream real or fake?
Annie, whose mind was in a mess, walked out of the door with the child. She saw her husband sitting in the living room. His absent-minded expression made her heart skip a beat. She walked up to him and asked, "George, did you have that dream too?"
George was stunned. Then his face suddenly changed. He looked at his wife and child, "You also dreamed?"
The two looked at each other and realized that something was wrong.
A chill spread behind their backs.
George swallowed and forced a smile, "Don't panic. Maybe we should find the church …"
His voice was getting lower and lower. If everything in the dream was real, was the Dome church still reliable?
"Ring ring ring …"
The phone in the living room rang. Annie walked over and picked it up. It was her good friend Athena calling.
She was also a believer of the Dome church and had received help from Father Vincent.
The fat middle-aged woman hesitated, "Annie, you … did you have that dream?"
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