Chapter 85 I want to sell myself
In front of Sherren Sen, it became a hell, with dozens of pollutants lying on the ground in the blood, howling wildly. It was the carnival of new life.
Although it was a hell before he came in.
The location where he is now is a church in a slum.
In other words, it is a happy place disguised as a church.
The "priest" kept some young girls, controlled them with fear and drugs, and forced them to use their bodies to "atone" for their customers in exchange for large amounts of money.
When Sherron, wearing a black cloak, walked into the church, an unsightly scene was taking place.
Perhaps thinking that he was also a guest, no one stopped him at first.
Sherron looked past the distorted scenes and looked at the girls who were chained to the cross, and asked in a low voice: "Are you willing to serve the gods?"
The girls looked at him blankly, silently.
It was as if there was something deep in his heart that was preventing him from taking the last step of no return.
Apart from that, not even he can do it.
He has a black goat head and horns coiled on both sides of his head. His upper body is covered with rough wool, while his lower body is covered with smooth fish scales. Although his body and mind have been severely mutated, miraculously, he still maintains roughly the same physical and mental characteristics.
The human body has at least arms and legs.
This place has become a hell in another sense.
The monsters broke free from their chains and began to bite their owners and guests.
"Mi gardas Kapricor..." Sherron whispered enthusiastically, one step closer to realizing the divine revelation.
The squirming flesh and blood all over the ground are unconscious and will not respond to the knocker. They just squirm and make low, chaotic and wild roars.
At this moment, Sherron Sen heard a light knock on the door outside the church.
The girl started howling.
Sherron Sen is a heavy polluter.
Sherron sneered.
As he looked at the pollutants twisting and crawling on the ground, he suddenly lost the joy of spreading faith for the gods, and felt a little bored for no reason.
In the absence of spiritual suppression, if a group of pollutants are broken into pieces and piled together, it is normal for them to regenerate a large pollutant using the minced meat.
The Blackstone Institute classifies pollution levels into four levels: light, moderate, severe and complete pollution.
They are closer to gods than he is.
He can pronounce every syllable of the prayer, which is not difficult, but he has not yet understood the full meaning of the sentence. This is not a complete divine revelation.
So he showed a twisted smile, picked up the machete on the ground, and chopped up the pollutants in one stroke.
Sherron gently kissed the girls' foreheads, as if he was kissing his lover tenderly.
It was obvious that he chose to believe in the gods, and it was obvious that he felt happy because of his belief, but it was himself who stopped him.
Why did they receive complete divine enlightenment? But he didn't? A trace of doubt flashed in Sherron's mind.
Some people tried to resist, pulling out a long machete from under the table and slashing at Sherron, but they were torn to pieces by the pollutants before they could reach him.
He is everything, He is everything!!!
And He is not here.
When dawn came, Sherren Sen held the knife and tilted his head to look at the squirming pieces of meat in front of him.
During the fusion, his will overcame the chaotic will of many pollutants and became the only one.
The door was pushed open.
The power of pollution cannot kill the same kind.
Only supernatural beings transformed by spiritual power can kill pollutants.
The violent will instantly overwhelmed the filthy murmurs. He resisted the erosion of pollution in an alternative way, and in turn swallowed up those pollutants, maintaining his human-like but inhuman form.
In the same way, if you cut a pollutant into two pieces and place them far apart, they will become two pollutants.
The flesh and blood chopped up by him were squirming and merging, eventually forming a huge carpet covering the entire church.
The blood flowed down, gathered into a river, and flowed to Sherron's feet, sticky.
The man started to run away.
Pollutants belonging to the same god are inherently similar. No matter what species they were in life, after being polluted, they can almost be recognized as the same creature in terms of "blood" and "spirit".
Finally, the torn remains twisted into the same contamination, they gathered together, chanting wildly the prayer of the gods: "Mi gardas Kapricornon."
Faintly, he seemed to see the stars in the sky, and also seemed to see the deep sea.
Even... Xie Lun could feel that the contaminated flesh and blood splashed on his body were also moving invisibly, polluting him, eroding him, and trying to integrate into his body.
Mild pollution refers to mental shock, but no physical changes. People with mild pollution can generally recover on their own after resting and do not require special treatment.
Sherron thought they agreed, so he took off his cloak.
He will never become as dirty as them!
Someone is coming.
According to research from the Research Department, only pollutants can fully understand prayers, but their thinking has been completely confused and communication has been lost. Those with moderate to severe pollutants only have a vague concept of prayers.
Pollutants have no concepts of life and death, nor individual consciousness, but Sherren does.
Severe pollution refers to serious changes in the body and mind, gradually leaving the scope of human beings. Ordinary medical methods are no longer effective for severely polluted people, but if there is an opportunity to use large doses of spiritual medicine to suppress them, there is still a glimmer of hope.
They are not dead yet.
similar……
But, what are they? Are they worthy of being close to the great gods?
He is the believer closest to God! He is!
Therefore, as a communicator of pollution, the degree of pollution on his body is somehow lighter than that of the monsters he pollutes.
The girl's pupils were gray and white, obviously invisible.
Under the cloak is a monster with a goat's head and human body.
There may be no difference between gods, demons and humans in their eyes.
She was wearing a pair of old shoes with holes in them, and she stepped on the snow. The skin on her face was blue and blue from the cold, and her body was stained with blood and dust. She seemed to have fallen a few times on the way here.
Or, not complete pollution.
Moderate pollution refers to physical and mental changes, but the degree is not serious. People with moderate pollution can be treated with surgery, mental counseling, etc., but some sequelae may be left. If conditions permit, it is recommended to use spiritual medicine as an auxiliary treatment.
Complete pollution refers to pollutants, the body has been completely mutated, the spirit has become the same as the god it belongs to, and it can no longer be restored. The Blackstone Research Institute has one attitude towards them - kill them.
The blind girl could not see the bloody and terrifying scenes in the church, nor did she know that the original owner of this devil's cave had first turned into a monster and then been chopped into meat paste.
It is different from those pollutants.
His God is in heaven, on earth, and in the sea. He is everywhere, He knows everything, and He is omnipotent.
It is not the "guest" who brought money or the original owner of this church, but a girl wearing thin cloth, about ten years old, her clothes are patched, and she is obviously an adult with baggy pants.
Rolled around the ankle.
She just lowered her head deeply and prayed in a very low voice: "I...I want to sell myself."
Meie diary:
The good news is that my fever has started to go away today and my body temperature is no longer that high.
The bad news is that my throat hurts, I can't say a word, I have to rely on gestures for everything, and I am forced to start "The Daily Life of a Mute".
The soft steamed pork is delicious.
Chapter completed!