Scarlet Falls

The black altar was painted with bright red lines using pungent red paint.

The devout believers specially wore large, hooded robes and knelt on the ground respectfully, not letting God see their faces and not daring to face the statue of God directly.

This is an expression of reverence during sacrifice.

As for the thirteen ignorant girls, they knelt down in front of the believers and the statues. Maybe they had already done something to them, otherwise the panicked girls would not have been so well-behaved.

Amidst some irregular but extremely solemn prayers, the sacrifice to the sheep-faced devil has begun.

The previous appearance of the sheep-faced demon in Scrap Iron City was a major event for the mysterious circles represented by foundations, mysterious organizations, wandering churches and other forces, but it was also a major event for ordinary people.

No one can remain unmoved after witnessing the advent of surreal power.

There are always people who will be the first to take the initiative. For example, there are others who, when they are in awe, start praying to the sheep-faced devil and start making wishes to him.

While some ignorant people only know how to make a wish to the sheep-faced devil in time and space, the truly professional believers have already begun to study how to get a response from the other party.

There is also a sequence for worshiping gods.

The first batch of people who receive the response from the gods can always become the dependents of the gods.

Therefore, in Scrap Iron City, a city where the mysterious organization has almost been emptied out, the believers have also been emptied out and grown again.

In order to be the first to receive a response from the gods, these people have resolutely prepared second-level sacrifices, just like a gamble in fate.

They prayed devoutly to the statue of the goat-faced devil, feeling somewhat uneasy and apprehensive in their hearts.

After all, there are no relevant records of the newborn sheep-faced demons, nor the appearance of missionaries. They do not know the relevant formations, nor the corresponding runes, and there is no one to guide them.

The only way to exchange for the induction of the gods is through the barbaric method of upgrading the level of sacrifices.

However, things turned out to be smoother than they imagined. As the prayer progressed, strange power fluctuations were like a floating current, which vaguely touched everyone's spirit.

Thin murmurs appeared in my ears at some point, as if something bright red was whispering to me.

The believers were excited.

They succeeded, through thirteen virgins, in exchange for a response from the goat-faced devil.

Although no one dared to look up at this time, they could all clearly sense that the stone statue in front of them, which was made of black rocks and carved with a sheep's face, already had a vivid atmosphere. A certain mysterious gaze fell on their faces, which made their hearts tremble. They lowered their heads deeper, just waiting for the sheep-faced devil to truly come and enjoy the sacrifice.

More and more concrete, closer and closer.

They can feel on an instinctive level that they are getting closer to their spiritual being.

"Tuk tuk..."

Then just when this feeling became more and more concrete, and he even felt that the god had arrived beside him, there was a sudden knock on the door behind him.

The believers were stunned and their emotions were interrupted.

Why would someone knock on the door at the critical moment of the sacrifice?

Besides, how could someone come to such a secret place at this time and knock on the door politely?

At this critical moment, they don't want to pay attention.

But the knocking on the door was getting louder and louder, and although it had a rhythm, the rhythm was accelerating.

At the end, the knock on the door suddenly made a "bang" sound, as if all the rhythms merged into one, creating a huge sound, and the cold wind poured into the back.

The door was kicked open.

These devout believers finally couldn't bear it anymore and turned around to look behind them.

When someone lifted it up, he still subconsciously made a slightly disrespectful gesture. He took a careful glance at the statue in front of him and found that the statue was still just a sculpture.

The feeling I had just now that the god had come to life seemed to be just an illusion.

At the secret door, a man wearing a black jacket walked in with a gentle and bright smile on his face.

He ignored the surprised and angry looks these people cast at him, and just walked straight into the hall, looking at everything in the room one by one as if with an appreciative attitude.

"There are quite a few people!"

He smiled at his first words.

Then, as if he had returned to his own home, he walked in front of everyone, looked at everything they had prepared for this grand sacrifice, and commented quietly: "But your sacrifice is very unprofessional."

"...First of all, I chose the wrong paint. This brand of paint is not bright enough or bright enough."

"I can only say that your decoration level is average. Can't you find a better decoration team next time and hire a designer?"

"..."

As he said that, he pulled up another red robe, looked at it, and shook his head: "It's too clean. It should have a more lively and vivid atmosphere."

"Candles, incense, and these incense are not allowed..."

"..."

He particularly looked at the scented candles burning brightly on the table with disgust, and said, "Next time you can just use cigarettes instead. It's cheap and practical..."

"Of course, choose the Camel brand, it's so powerful!"

"..."

"伱......"

Finally, an old man who looked like the leader of the sacrificial crowd couldn't help but interrupt the sudden man, and said in a cold voice: "Who are you?"

"Why did you break into our altar?"

"..."

"Um?"

The man in the jacket had just walked to the back door, raised his hand to lock the back door bolt, and bent the iron door bolt directly.

Then he turned back with a smile: "Didn't you invite me here?"

When he said these words, the candles in the entire hall suddenly went out at the same time, and a cold wind swirled up from the room.

All the believers in red robes suddenly had illusions on their faces at this moment.

They didn't know if it was due to dazzling eyes, but they saw that the man's face was constantly changing. It seemed that at a certain moment, he suddenly became very similar to the statue of the goat-faced devil.

But after blinking hard, rubbing his eyes again, and looking again, he realized that the man's face had not changed.

That gentle smile is still there.

However, he was pulling out a black gun from his waist, and slowly pointed the black muzzle towards the believers present.

In the dizzying dark environment, the black muzzle of the gun kept magnifying in everyone's eyes.

"Thank you for your generous hospitality..."

On his gentle face, he softly uttered gentle words: "I will cleanse your souls and keep you away from sins."

"Promise to stay away from that..."

"..."

"Bang!"

The deafening sound of gunshots suddenly echoed in this narrow and cramped room.

The sounds of flesh exploding, panicked shouts, and someone's low-pitched laughter formed an interesting and impressive symphony.

It is difficult to guarantee anything else, but Wei Wei made sure that he was serious about this first sacrifice.

He responded seriously.

Every bullet is not wasted seriously.

…

…

No one knows about this secret sacrifice in a secret environment, except the sacrificer and the devil himself.

But at the same time when gunshots began to reverberate, in the most upscale hotel suite in Scrap Iron City, there was a cold and pious man wearing silver armor with a newly engraved fleur-de-lis pattern on it. The woman was kneeling on the carpet in the hotel room. Candles were lit every thirty centimeters around her, surrounding her.

She held a quill in her hand, and a piece of gold-rimmed note paper unfolded in front of her eyes.

The tip of the quill was stuck in the blood vessel on the back of his left hand from time to time, stained with red blood, and he wrote elegant handwriting on the note paper:

"Record of the First Scarlet Sacrifice."

"Method of Sacrifice: Fraud"

"Sacrifice result: Accept"

"Analysis of the essence of scarlet: killing, cruelty, and strong desire to protect."

"Hazard level analysis..."

"..."

When she reached the last sentence, she stopped and looked up.

The old man with white hair was standing quietly at the door, his hands crossed and held in front of his chest, like a standing mummy.

"No need to record it."

The old man opened his eyes, looked at the woman in silver armor, and said softly: "The record is too detailed, which can easily arouse his perception."

The woman nodded, placed the quill next to the note, and said softly: "Then when should we go to see him?"

"We can go to see him at any time, but the question depends on how we go."

The old man said softly: "Is it better to go there as a believer worshiping the new god, or as the Church of Order visiting the only Scarlet system transcendent in the world."

The woman paused slightly and did not answer, as if she didn't quite understand the difference.

"We are here to offer the scepter."

The old man sighed deeply and said, "But don't forget the three cores of Scarlet: the throne, the scepter, and the Bible."

"He can only find the throne by himself, and the Scarlet Bible has actually always been in the hands of the Rose Sect. It is the origin and key of everything. We do not have the ability to find it."

"The only thing in our hands is the scepter."

“When we offer him the rod, it is indeed possible to obtain his forgiveness and make us his devout ministers.”

"But the key thing is how long he can survive."

"..."

The woman's expression seemed to be vaguely tangled and full of doubts.

The old man said softly: "Each generation of Scarlet truly grows up when it gathers these three cores."

"But the strange thing is that every generation of Scarlet will die when it has gathered these three cores and is the most powerful."

"So far, there have been no exceptions."

"..."

The woman's face suddenly became surprised, and she looked at the old man in disbelief. This was the first time that she had heard of such a thing.

"Do you really think that the most powerful Scarlet of the previous generation died under the joint siege of the Twelve Gods Church and Totem, and was sealed into the death knell of the gods?"

The old man's face showed some deep helplessness: "That's not the case."

"Scarlet always has a heavy fate and will always embark on the process of self-destruction again and again."

"This is the fundamental reason why believers cannot adapt."

"The Order of Order's abandonment of Scarlet is not a sudden ambition and delusion of me, or people of our generation. We gave up Scarlet because, as our god, Scarlet has never been able to give us shelter. His cruelty and cruelty Since then, just like this sacrifice, he can always kill those who believe in him without hesitation, without showing the slightest tolerance and kindness that God should have..."

"..."

The woman couldn't help but say: "Now that you know, you still agree to come to Scrap Iron City with me?"

"Had to come."

The old man said solemnly: "Our god-making plan was exposed, and it was exposed by a new generation of scarlet newcomers. This determines our situation."

"Both the Totem and the Foundation wanted to take away the scepter, but because of his performance in Haicheng, the two parties chose to stand still and gave us this opportunity."

"We can't help but assume that this is actually his intention to give us a chance."

"Even in this sacrifice, we facilitated the sacrifice of these people, but how can we be sure that he did not deliberately allow us to facilitate this sacrifice and kill for us to see?"

"..."

The woman fell silent for a moment.

She had seen too many records about scarlet in the sect's scriptures, but they had nothing to do with the information she had seen so far.

The person in front of me is more like an ordinary transcendent...

...The only unusual thing is probably that he often makes himself feel that he is not mentally normal.

...But god and neurosis should be two different things, right?

Nowadays, the Sect of Order is in an unsustainable situation and may collapse completely at any time, so they can only come to Scrap Iron City and offer their scepter.

But at this moment, the bishop showed such hesitation again.

"What we are facing now is the most difficult choice..."

The bishop saw her thoughts and explained in a low voice: "The focus is on the foundation. This is a product that has never appeared in the previous battles between Scarlet and the Twelve Gods."

"But the foundation is currently the most powerful."

"I believe that the current foundation is also confused in its plans. They should not have formulated the next action goals."

"After all, their usual battles with the Wandering Church have consumed too much of their strength."

"But if we hand the scepter to him, the Foundation will probably be forced to make a decision, and it will be the most outrageous decision, which will affect the situation of the entire world."

"..."

"The Foundation has no transcendent beings beyond the seventh state."

The woman couldn't help but said: "In this case, how could they threaten Scarlet?"

"If it really didn't exist, the Wandering Church wouldn't be able to stay in the wilderness, and the agent wouldn't be able to stay dormant forever."

The bishop whispered the answer: "What's more, we all know that the secret weapon created by the Foundation using the power of scarlet has already taken shape."

"This generation of Scarlet handed over all the secrets of Scarlet at the beginning and helped the foundation complete this weapon. Other forces are still speculating on what kind of power this weapon has, but I know that it is very Terrifying, of course, it has not reached the most terrifying level, because this weapon is still missing the most core part of the weapon..."

"..."

At this point, he sighed softly: "What do you think is the core component of the weapon?"

"Scarlet scepter?"

The new Iris Knight was really surprised.

She couldn't imagine what a machine with terrifying power would become if it got the scepter of God.

Some people are afraid of demons and believe in machines.

But there are also some people who are more afraid of those silent machines than demons.

"When we hand the scepter into his hands, the honeymoon period between the Foundation and him will come to an end."

The bishop sighed softly and expressed his worries: "And we don't know yet whether he has the ability to compete with the foundation."

"Every generation of scarlet will destroy itself."

"But I don't want what we encounter to be the shortest-lived generation of Scarlet."

"..."

"..."

Wei Wei was in a great mood.

Especially when I saw the report in the newspaper in the morning about "a bloody massacre occurred in a secret house and thirteen innocent girls were rescued", I felt even better.

They were all considering whether to take this newspaper home and frame it, so that they could take it out and enjoy it when they had nothing to do.

I was in the newspaper again, and the reporter used more beautiful words to praise myself than the previous works of art I produced.

Before returning to the base, he checked his bank card balance and found that there was an extra two plus six zero hours. The sense of security was as fulfilling as having two hundred sausages placed in front of him.

He even couldn't help but chat with the head pendant while driving to the base.

But he found that the head pendant was sleepy and dazed, and he often belched wine, and his eyes couldn't help but look a little weird.

"After accepting that kid's sacrifice, I returned it..."

The head pendant squinted and looked a little troubled: "But I didn't expect that I returned his sense of taste and feelings, and I also considered his request, leaving him with the feeling of drinking. return."

"What do you think he did?"

"..."

Wei Wei couldn't help but be a little surprised: "Eat and drink so much, and then find your loved ones to applaud?"

"No……"

The head pendant was a little angry: "He actually went to the bar, found twenty girls at once, and performed a whiskey swirl with them..."

"..."

His eyes turned red as he spoke: "I cheated and kidnapped... No, I became a forbidden demon for so many years. I have fulfilled many people's wishes and accepted many sacrifices..."

"But the real compensation was just this one time..."

"..."

"Alright alright……"

Wei Wei had no choice but to persuade him: "I will advise him not to drink so much next time we meet."

The wine with the head pendant was not very good, so he pestered Wei Wei relentlessly: "I have paid so much for you, are you going to be nicer to me in the future?"

"certainly……"

"Then your promise to let me become a missionary is still true?"

"Forget it..."

"I don't believe you, you established a written document..."

"..."

After being comforted for a long time, Drunken Xunxun finally fell asleep, and Wei Wei couldn't help but feel a little headache.

I really have to persuade Ye Qin in the future that the habit of drinking morning wine is not a good one.

Of course, he didn't know that this was because his knowledge affected his understanding. He didn't drink the morning wine, he just drank the morning wine.

Not being affected by his good mood, he walked briskly into the base and saw that there were a lot of people there today. Brother Piggy had already put on a white apron and moved a few big and shiny pig knuckles to the table. They were divided, but facing such a sumptuous breakfast, Uncle Qiang, Brother Xiao Lin, Sister Lucky, Ye Feifei and others all frowned, looking like it was hard to swallow.

"Ever since Uncle Yuan started delivering pork to the base diligently, the people in the team have indeed become a bit picky..."

Wei Wei sighed and sat down in front of the table excitedly, waiting for Brother Piggy to put the fattest piece in front of him. At the same time, he prepared to greet the team members with a bright smile.

But before he opened his mouth, everyone gave him a "boo" sound. Wei Wei understood and looked towards the office, where he heard Captain Ouyang's very angry quarrel coming from inside:

"Yes, I went to Haicheng with Noah, how was it?"

"That's right, I've been chatting with it every day recently!"

"...It's just a ship. Are you so jealous?"

"Chiyu, please explain to me clearly, what does it mean that you have to be wary of any species?"

"..."

"..."

"Incomprehensible, incomprehensible."

Captain Ouyang walked out of the office angrily after a long time, and sat in front of the dining table with a heavy face.

"She won't help?"

The crowd all lowered their heads cautiously while eating their breakfast. Only Brother Xiao Lin asked tentatively.

"It's not that I won't help, it's that I can't help."

Captain Ouyang snorted and said: "I know her too well. Once it goes beyond her ability, she will deliberately find trouble and avoid talking about this topic."

"Even the upper totem of the knowledge demon system can't do anything?"

Everyone was suddenly a little surprised: "Then what level of ability can I communicate with Mang Mang at this time?"

Only then did Wei Wei understand that they were considering the issue of the team member who was brought back. He had seen Captain Ouyang and others bring out the girl in the fish tank from the black abyss, and then he went to work with confidence. But unexpectedly, the person had been brought back, but the captain and the others seemed to have not found a way to communicate with the girl.

"Mang Mang is currently between life and death, and his form is extremely fragile."

Captain Ouyang shook his head tiredly and sighed: "The only hope of reaching communication with her is at the spiritual level."

"The ones who are best at this field are knowledge demons, but they must be high-level knowledge demons to be able to communicate with her without hurting her."

"Although Stupidity is the superior totem of the knowledge demon, she is a product of degeneration. Communication with Mangming will easily pollute her thoughts."

"..."

"We need the power of a high-level knowledge demon, and we need to ensure that her thoughts are not polluted..."

Sister Lucky couldn't help but frowned: "Doesn't that mean that we need to find the knowledge demon agent to be able to communicate with her?"

Everyone fell silent for a moment: "How can you find such a person?"

"Can it be done as long as it is a high-level demonic power of knowledge, and it must be a human being?"

Wei Wei, who had been concentrating on dealing with the pig knuckles, couldn't help but feel moved when he heard this.

"you know?"

Everyone at the table turned to look at him at the same time.

"There is such a one."

Wei Wei swallowed the elbow meat in his mouth with all his strength, but his expression was somewhat troubled.

"who is it?"

But after hearing his words, the team members became excited, and Captain Ouyang hurriedly grabbed Wei Wei's palm.

"this……"

Wei Wei had no choice but to say it with some embarrassment: "Ex-girlfriend..."