Chapter 436: Ceremony completed?
Terry was lucky enough to see only the eyes, while Lynch saw the whole thing.
What comes out is different from those crazy infected people.
This thing still maintains a human form and even wears human clothes, but Lynch really doesn't want to call it a human.
The appearance is vaguely human-like, with a pair of blood-red eyes and uneven skin with a rubbery feel similar to that of a ghoul.
Large chunks of rot appeared on the exposed parts of the skin. Disgusting liquid dripped from under the ulcerated skin. Dark brown rotten flesh rolled out from the wound. Tiny tiny tiny cells grew on the rotten flesh. Pustules, as it moves, large pustules explode, revealing strange granulations with yellow-green pus flowing out of the pustules. The tiny granulations twist like worms, exuding a strong putrid odor, even if they are separated by a few meters. The distance still made Lin Qi nauseous.
It walked forward step by step, and every time it landed, a layer of white frost condensed on the ground. As the distance got closer, an extremely weird aura came out of its body, cold, gloomy, and full of the terror of death.
The huge pressure instantly enveloped Lynch. It was not targeted, but it was precisely this that was terrifying. Just the existence of pure unconsciousness created such huge pressure, hitting the soul directly, making People are desperate.
Lynch understood how Terry felt at that time. This was indeed not a pressure that ordinary people could resist, but Lynch was not an ordinary person. His strong willpower exploded deep in his soul, allowing him to withstand the pressure. No gaffe on the spot.
This aura was all too familiar to Lin Qi, and through the body of this thing, Lin Qi seemed to see a phantom emerging behind him.
A strange green ball of light floated up and down in the air. Countless ferocious tentacles stretched out from the ball of light, twisting unconsciously in the air.
Fuck, it turns out to be you, the King of Ghouls, Mordiggian.
Lin Qi felt nervous. His concealment was not good enough against the evil god, but he soon calmed down.
This is the inside of an out-of-control strange object. It is not real. What I encountered was not the real evil god, but a memory about the evil god. In other words, in real history, there really is an evil god here... Wait, that's not right.
Lynch suddenly realized that this will actually had no activity at all. It should be just a sleeping will, just like the ghoul king he met in Zul'Glasar before. The clone's impact on the world before waking up was not that great.
There is no need to worry about being discovered for the time being, but... I wanted to hold a carrier of the evil god's will as a hostage? I'm so brave.
Lin Qi smiled self-deprecatingly, watching this monster pass by him.
He wanted to take out his gun and crush the little monster's head with a shot, but finally gave up.
Not only because it needs to be delayed, but also because this thing is the carrier of the evil god's will, God knows what will happen after being shot in the head. The risk is too high, so it is better to be cautious.
Just when Lynch was hesitating, this thing had already passed by Lynch and entered the cave.
The city lord’s exclamation immediately sounded in the cave.
Seeing his son's image clearly again, Jackson couldn't help but take a half step back, and turned back to glare at Old Swain.
"What do you want me to see? Jack, he, isn't he still the same as last night?"
"pa...pa" a muddy and hoarse voice suddenly came from the monster's mouth , causing the inside and outside of the cave to fall into stasis for a moment.
The muscles on the city lord's face twitched, his lips trembled, and there was a gurgling sound in his throat. He stretched out his hand to touch the other person's face. However, after several attempts, he still failed to do so. Beside him, the old man Sven's old and deep voice was like the whisper of an evil god.
"You know what I asked you to do? I said I would help you and give you a normal son. I won't lie to you. I didn't waste last night. How about it? , The effect is not bad. Unfortunately, it is not completely completed yet. I invite you here because there is something that requires your cooperation.”
"What's the matter? Tell me quickly. As long as I can do it, I will agree to anything." The city lord was so excited that his whole body was trembling and he said with a choked voice, "Kill those nosy travelers? Or should we kill the nosy special ones?" "No, no, no, those are not important. Don't worry, what you need to do is very simple."
Old Siwen smiled and did not rush to explain. Instead, he pulled out a chair, asked the city lord to sit down, and started chatting with him.
With the help of Tongxin Conch's translation, Lin Qi guessed and analyzed, and finally got a rough idea of what happened here from their conversation.
Six months 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 Sven suddenly came up and said that Mordi, the King of Ghouls, Kian has the ability to resurrect Little Jack, but the cost is huge, and Little Jack has to become a vessel for Mordiggian's will.
The city lord had actually known the identity of the Swain family for a long time, so he was not surprised. His resentment towards his daughter and pity for his youngest son made him lose his mind and agreed to Old Swain's suggestion.
The first is to rely on the power of Mordiggian to turn Little Jack's body into a half-dead infected state. According to Old Sven's explanation, this is a step on both sides of the Styx, neither alive nor dead. After that, the corpse is buried. This is to use the vitality of this year's new crops to extract the concept of death from the corpse and return the corpse to the shore that represents life. After that, these grains with death extracted will be used as a medium to kill a large number of creatures and sacrifice them to Mordiggian in exchange for its mercy and help little Jack wake up.
When 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 sacrifices. The more, the higher the Ghoul King’s income will be. 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.
All gifts from fate have already 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 feelings, he chose without hesitation for a second. He fully cooperated with all of Old Swain's requests and 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 to 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 his closest relatives. After devouring the flesh and soul of his loved ones, he finally reestablished contact with the world."
"But he is still so sluggish." The city lord didn't consider his daughter's question at all, and just asked, "Why?"< br>
"The effect is not enough." Old Siwen sighed, "Fortunately, there is a remedy."
The city lord couldn't wait to ask: "What solution?"
Old Siwen did not answer, just Pointing at the city lord's back, the city lord turned around and 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 wakes up, but our master. Hahaha, the time is just right, now your With the life and soul in place, and with the humans outside serving as the master's first nourishment, the master's will can smoothly descend into this body and reproduce the glory of Zul'Glassar. Then the master will remember your family... Who?”
Just as old Sven looked at little Jack biting his father’s neck with a smile on his face and whispered in his mouth, he suddenly turned around and saw a figure flashing past behind him. A serrated sword thrust towards him.
(End of this chapter)