Temple of ancestors.

The depths covered by numerous mazes.

A square that cannot be seen at the end.

Kneeling rows of believers in plain-colored marinated clothes.

Their eyes were covered with black cloth. Although they could not see the things in front of them, they were still chanting the name of the wilderness god who had blessed them for many years.

"The Supreme God of Sika Deer!"

"Bless us from evil invasion."

"Under the night of this bright moon in the sky."

“We will have the communion with our brothers and sisters.”

...

The extremely rhythmic chanting sounds come one after another.

Many believers trembled slightly behind them, and some people supported their hands on the ground and tried hard to support their bodies—

For today's communion ceremony.

Many of them have been hungry for several days.

But for the sake of the sika deer god, healing.

They are willing to pay such a price.

This is what the priest Rose told them in person:

"Temporary patience is for a better future."

Many believers silently comfort themselves in their hearts.

“Everything will be fine.”

The chanting continues.

But soon.

An attractive scent floated from a corner of the square.

Many people instinctively slowed down the praises.

"God said."

“Be focused.”

A deserted voice rang in their ears.

Hear this sound.

Most believers subconsciously focus on the song and continue to chant the chanting chapter.

Everyone knows it.

That was the voice of the great priest Rose.

I don’t know if it was distracted by hunger.

Many male believers who are usually devoutly believe that the voice of the Grand Priest today is faintly illuminating an itchy meaning.

Blasphemous panic and uneasiness emerged from their hearts.

They never dare to think too much.

Just chanting silently.

...

On the open square.

There are stone pillars carved with strange and strange creatures.

The great priest Rose stood beside one of the stone pillars.

Looking at the ferocious object with claws on the stone pillar, he was stunned and dazed.

This is not the first time she has explored the "Temple Temple".

But it is the first time like today that I have been looking at the totem in the temple face to face for a long time.

The more she looked at the fierce things in the stone pillar, the more she felt frightened.

It's like the next moment.

These evil things will crawl out of the stone pillars.

"There were indeed skilled craftsmen among the ancient ancestors."

Rose exclaimed in her heart.

When the smell comes.

Her spirit was slightly shocked!

After scolding several uneasy believers, she waved her hand and signaled that she could go to "Communion"-

In the clearings not far behind her.

There were more than a dozen iron pots that were two people tall.

The white and turbid broth was boiled in the pot.

Below is a dark flame of charcoal and purgatory red clay.

Hundreds of "little evil devils" were busy circling around the iron pots.

Previously, it was a little evil demon who couldn't help but lift the pot.

This caused the extremely fishy smell to spread out involuntarily.

Fortunately, Rose's remedy was very timely.

The trick of "smell reversal" is simply a breeze for a magician of her level.

Most of the believers who have been deceived by her are foolish people who have served in the Sika Deer Temple for a long time.

They have no ability to distinguish between true and false.

In Rose's opinion.

The only meaning of their existence is to give everything to the god of Sika Deer.

When God was in the wilderness camp, he treated them quite well.

Now God abandons darkness and turns to light.

They deserve to make a little contribution.

for example.

Eat this communion.

As long as they collectively submit to this communion.

Then the plan of the Sika Deer God was half successful.

Just think of this.

Rose's eyebrows and eyes were filled with a ecstasy smile, and her voice was very gentle:

"Thank you God."

“Present the communion together.”

Three illusions continued.

Believers only feel like they are floating in the air.

They loudly praised the god of Sika deer and the priest Rose.

The little evil devils silently brought plates of extremely stinky "Holy Communion" to them.

They dared not take off their blindfolded black belts.

I can only grab it with my hands and eat it.

despite this.

These believers who had been hungry for several days also vaguely distinguished that the main composition of the Holy Communion was a piece of smooth, tender and sweet meat.

There is also a large bowl of sweet and delicious hot soup.

Believers eat with relish.

Rose watched this scene.

Excitedly, her pretty face flushed.

She raised her fair neck and made a very depressing and strange sound from her throat.

That is a blasphemy from purgatory!

Next second.

Her loose and pure white sacrificial robe exploded.

The white body is stained with evil roots and is black in red hair!
To be continued...