The fair and holy walls shine brightly in the sun.

The sacred mural of the dome overlooks everyone.

The melodious and clear singing of the choir lingered in his ears, like the music of immortals.

Holy, solemn, and pure.

——Generally speaking, this is the impression the church will leave on people.

only.

Look around with peace.

The walls are gray-black, with vines that are either dark green or dark red, which are particularly energetic, shrinking and expanding like blood vessels in the human body.

There are indeed murals on the dome and the walls.

It is not the merciful Virgin, the little angel with wings, or the suffering Jesus, but some kind of distorted and ugly existence, with tentacles spreading wildly, and the eyes and scales covering His body.

It seems that the light is glimpsed by the afterglow, and the soul will be infected and filled with a strong sense of blasphemy.

In his ears, there was a silence, and he walked deeper along the ear canal with joy and excitement, as if a root was pierced into his mind.

In front of him were a group of believers wearing black robes and unable to see clearly.

Peace is surrounded by them in the center of the church.

"Father An?"

Anle asked coldly, the nun in a black robe beside him.

“Don’t you start the ceremony yet?”

Before he could recover from his senses, his eyes were instantly attracted by the nun's broad mind.

Even though her fair and cold face was amazing enough and her nun's clothes were covered tightly, it was still a word to ask him to find the most appropriate word to describe her - big!

What a great "evil"!

Then, Anle turned around and looked in front of her.

The believers are in a very abnormal state.

They seemed to lack the awe of the priests.

Under the black robe, faces were furious and distorted, and a scarlet roar appeared in the foundation of his eyes, and an inhuman roar came from his throat.

It looks like a hungry beast, or a madman on the verge of madness.

"Father An, what are you waiting for?"

"Start quickly!"

"Quick...quick! I can't wait."

If Anle did not start the ceremony, they would pounce on him and tear him apart.

I think so, how can believers in such churches be normal people?

The nun looked at the priest silently without saying a word.

‘It’s so scary…’

Thinking peacefully.

Where is this?

Why am I here?

I've traveled through time again?

Now is not the time to think about these issues.

Anle has long had his own way of facing crisis.

Fear is meaningless when facing such a guy in front of you.

The best material to overcome fear is undoubtedly...the enemy's fear.

Therefore, the more afraid you are in your heart, the more you have to pretend to be cold and fearless in order to solve the difficulties and dangers.

So, the gloomy and hoarse words overwhelmed all the sounds in the church.

"quiet!"

Anle looked at everyone coldly, her eyes as ferocious beasts ready to eat, even more cruel than these believers.

He held up the black cover book in front of him, and the shadow of the church dome enveloped him.

In a trance, the two merged into one.

So the believers calmed down.

In the huge church, only Anle's voice was left.

"The ceremony...begins!"

The texture of the book is not like paper, but like the leather of some kind of animal - maybe it belongs to humans, but here we can decide it is sheepskin.

From the time he picked up the black parchment, Anle's body seemed to no longer belong to him.

Instead, it is controlled by a will that is high above and above the world.

He couldn't help but open his mouth and recited the prayer that shouldn't exist in his memory.

"Lord of Chaos Almighty, praise your kindness!"

"For us...▇▇▇▇▇▇”

“▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇

At first, Anle could understand what he was chanting at first, but soon, they became something that could not be understood.

Rather than saying that Anle couldn't understand those words, it was more like his brain's instinctive resistance, refusing to understand the meaning of sound.

Otherwise, you will fall into the abyss of madness.

As the ceremony progressed, the sound of happiness gradually became hoarse and low, echoing in the closed church, like a monster's roar.

But the weird thing is that-

Listening to such a bizarre prayer, the believers in the church did not feel any discomfort, but slowly calmed down from their previous madness, with a peaceful and peaceful expression, and a vague solemn and holy spirit.

It is like truly bathed in the light of God, being protected and blessed.

It seems that the gods believed in by believers are just a little abnormal in style, and they are still kind in essence...?

I hope this is also the happiness of reciting prayers.

The premise is that he did not see the gray tentacles appearing out of thin air.

Tentacles hang down from the dome of the church, reminiscent of the ropes of the hanger, and they are like slippery and cold poisonous snakes.

They hang gently, reaching straight to the heads of believers and directly into the brain.

The skull and flesh did not play any hindrance. Perhaps these tentacles were not substances that could be touched, but metaphysical existences in the spiritual realm.

The suction cup on the tentacles shrinks regularly, and the ends of the tentacles are gently stirred.

It is like the caress of a lover, rooted in the depths of the brain.

Each tentacle corresponds to a believer, one is not more, one is not less.

‘Isn’t this an evil god?’

Anle couldn't help thinking.

Although he temporarily lost control of his body, he still had a clear consciousness.

It is hard not to think that the deity who can hold rituals in such a church does not consider him an evil god.

It’s absurd to say that this scene reminds Anle of straws and milk tea.

Tentacles are straws, while people's brains are the milk tea that is being asked for.

And they were unaware of it and could not extricate themselves from this ceremony.

His expression became more peaceful, or... numb and dementia?

You can feel that there is something unspeakable but extremely important substance that is absorbed by the tentacles and then transmitted to...

'......Um?'

After careful consideration of peace, I found that things are not simple.

The substance passed through the tentacles and came to the dome of the church, and then flowed along the wall to the ground.

Finally, got into his body?

???

The evil god is actually me!?

No, no, no, it is definitely biased to make such a judgment rashly.
To be continued...