I Created an Ancient Salvation Organization

As soon as Tang You's words came out, Simon and the others were stunned.

But Ivanov's expression was a little bit restrained.

He stood up, looked left and right, and gradually a smile appeared, showing eight teeth, which seemed to be a particularly kind and warm smile.

However, in his eyes, there is a deep shadow.

The combination of two contradictory emotions made his face look extraordinarily evil.

He looked up at the top of the church, where there were frescoes depicting divine beings, sacred things, and extra-bright.

Ivanov remembered that when he was alone in the church, everything was empty, the candles flickered, the smell of grease wafted away, and when he looked up, what he saw was as holy as before.

But in his eyes, everything was so twisted.

On it, there should be skeletons, bloody pieces of flesh, and indifferent faces, and the smell of corpses lingering around this church should also be the smell of corpses.

Just like when I was a kid.

When that behemoth disintegrated, everything collapsed!

My grandfather, a once glorious warrior of the Empire, has also become rambunctious. The man named father died, and the man named mother was forced to go to the street and become a prostitute.

But even so, life is difficult to maintain.

Ivanov often hid at the corner of the street, looking at the woman, wearing the only remaining grey long trench coat standing by the street, her face turning purple from the cold, and then trying her best to show a pleasing smile to the man who asked about the price. .

Sometimes it was a loaf of bread, sometimes it was dry rations flowing out of the arsenal.

It seemed like it was always cloudy in Moss, and life seemed to go on like this forever.

However, one day, the woman never came back.

When her grandfather took Ivanov to find her, she was left with the uncollected garbage on the street corner, turned into a frozen meat with scars all over her body.

Expressionless, tough... Frozen meat.

He has lived with his grandfather ever since. And my grandfather would always fall asleep and wake up suddenly, with red eyes, roaring like a wild beast, and looking for his gun everywhere.

But he has no gun.

sold.

All the old ordnance he had kept was sold for a little bit of food.

By the time everything was sold out, the two would have been hungry for days.

Hunger is just unpleasant.

It's like fire is burning, and hands are pulling, leaving only one thought in your mind, eat!

Grandfather dug out the box he had hidden, took out the medals inside, and found people selling them all over the street. No one was interested, it was just a piece of iron, all over those closed factories.

Iron things, only machines can exchange money.

Even if there are as many machines as mountains, they can only be exchanged for a thin stack of rice yuan if they are pulled away by one truck after another.

But my grandfather's medal was sold after all.

He watched the medal being taken away by someone else, and wanted to get it back like a madman. He was beaten with blood all over his face, and then sat on the ground, staring blankly at the direction the medal had gone.

Grandfather looked at it for a long time, and then suddenly, like a wild dog, he pounced and picked up the food on the ground.

Afterwards, the situation where he slept insane at night became serious again.

But they never went hungry again.

Because...to dig up dead bodies.

The shovel shoveled the earth, and the smell of decay entered the nose, digging up the recently buried corpse, washing the pus from it, and soaking it in formalin.

Someone is pulling away.

A corpse can be exchanged for a day's food.

And the corpses are too numerous to be dug up, and new burials are hastily every day.

When a guest has a special request, the grandfather will use a knife to open the body, put his hand into the pus, and cut out the internal organs one by one.

A narrow glass window let in dim light.

Ivanov was sitting next to him, half of his face illuminated by the light and half of his face immersed in shadows. He looked at his grandfather, the corpse, the internal organs, and the pus, with a natural and eerie smile.

The smell of rot is not the taste of starvation.

It's just that he suddenly wondered what it would look like if his body was torn open, what about his grandfather's? What about the one named mother?

Whenever my grandfather roared and slapped him with a stick in the dead of night, he thought about it over and over again.

Will it be prettier, or uglier?

He hasn't cut open the body of the person who just died. Maybe everything inside is not so rigid?

Finally, one night when he was beaten to death and came back to life, after his grandfather fell asleep, Ivanov took off his only remaining trophy sword and stabbed him into his body.

When he reached out and dragged his grandfather's heart, it was really warm...

When he entered the church, thinking of the feeling in his hand, he couldn't help showing a natural smile on his face.

Killing people, taking out his internal organs bit by bit.

Dig up the corpse, sit in the dark, feel his company and the rotten smell.

day to day.

No one knows because, I am a priest.

Ivanov smiled happily, he looked at Tang You and shook his head:

"Oh, Mr. Fantastic, that's no fun. You've not only ruined my perfect script, you've also interrupted my wonderful performance."

Hearing this was the confession, Simon couldn't believe it: "Father?"

Ivanov stared at Simon tightly: "Do you know Simon, I actually like you very much, you are a perfect supporting role, you can always make the drama continue smoothly."

His skeleton is thick and thick, which is usually nothing, but from a certain angle, it looks like a skeleton monster covered with a layer of skin.

Simon saw a sudden shock in his heart. The usual kind-hearted priest turned out to be like this.

Behind Ivanov, the silhouette of the human figure burrowed into his back, and the muscles on his face suddenly agitated and contracted.

He turned around, his body shaking.

When gray shadows drilled out of the black ball of art, when countless mad whispers echoed in his ears, when the objects in his eyes became distorted...

Ivanov's heartfelt joy, this is the world he longs for.

He got down on one knee, bowed his head, and held out his hand.

In the light cast by the vault, under the gaze of the holy frescoes, in the solemn and empty place, as if welcoming his own Holy Father, the Lord moved and merged with the gray shadow.

Then, as now...

Ivanov turned around, half of his face was calm and gentle, and half of his face was completely twisted to the extent that human muscles could not do it, turning into a terrifying and evil appearance.

Both halves of the face smiled and said in two overlapping voices:

"Mister Fantastic, I am from the bottom of eternity. We are one and ten thousand, beginning and ending, beautiful and filthy."

"We are beings of beings, immortals of immortality."

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"When we come here, it means that the great existence has noticed this place, and your world will eventually become part of the eternal silt."

Simon and the others were terrified when they heard it.

what is this? A different world full of such things is about to invade?

From the current point of view, the other party is not at the physical level at all, let alone firearms and artillery, even a nuclear weapon cannot fight against this kind of thing.

Wouldn't that be the end of the world?

Their eyes slowly moved to Tang You, the mysterious man.

I don't know if this looks like the existence of Blue Star's local superhumans. Is there a solution?

Tang You held Oria, silently, watching each other's performance quietly.

The scene in the church began to change, the vision became dim, Simon and the others suddenly took two steps back in panic.

The ground and walls turned into wriggling flesh and blood, with visceral-like organs connected to them. On the roof, there were thin gray lines hanging down, hanging corpses one by one.

It was clear that there was no wind, but the corpses were shaking slightly, and slowly, they all turned around.

0 ......  

It's all Ivanov!

Its calm, or joy, or anger, or mania... The expressions vary.

Their eyes stared straight at Tang You, Simon and the others, and said in unison, "Welcome to my dreamland, a real dreamland."

Intense spiritual pollution erupted, dragging all intelligent beings into the abyss of evil and evil.

The light on Tang You became stronger, not only isolating the pollution, but also extending outward, trying to dispel this real dream.

The surrounding scenes flickered under this light, returning to normal intermittently, and Ivanov's figure seemed to be melted by the roasting, leaving only a gray shadow.

But no matter how strong the light is, the gray shadow seems to be in a parallel world and is completely unaffected by it.

And when Tang You converged the light, the scene of Ivanov and the evil spirits instantly returned to normal.

"It's useless. You can destroy our dreams, but you can't eliminate us. We are beings that are, not dying, not dying."

Ivanov, who had two completely different faces, said.

Looking at the situation in front of them, Simon and others also realized that the situation didn't seem very good.

But Tang You laughed.

He looked at the evil Ivanov, raised his right palm, there was a faint blue brewing in his palm, and said calmly: "A little pawn, dare to be so arrogant. In this world... Who dares to call it immortal?"

As soon as the voice fell, his eyes instantly turned into pure light, and his hair became a long thread of lightning and spread out...

More than 1,000 kilometers of space from the surface of the Blue Star.

A polar-orbiting weather satellite flies by, its camera closely monitoring the area below. At this moment, the area turned away from the sun, it was night, a deep darkness.

Sudden--

A blue light soared into the sky!

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Adding "one" in the middle of some words is for harmony. There are too many sensitive-sensitive words. The app was banned. I finished writing at 9:00 and changed it to 10:20. I can't finish writing 10,000 words. what.