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Chapter 1 1. The evil god is actually me?

The white and holy walls are shining in the sun.

The sacred frescoes on the dome overlook the crowd.

The melodious and clear singing of the choir lingered in my ears, like fairy music.

Holy, solemn, pure.

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

only.

An Le looked around.

The walls are gray-black, with dark green or dark red vines clinging to them, they are extraordinarily vigorous, constricting and expanding like blood vessels of the human body.

There are indeed frescoes on the dome and on the walls.

What is drawn on it is not a benevolent Virgin, a winged cherub, or a crucified Jesus, but some kind of deformed and ugly existence, with tentacles spreading wantonly, and eyeballs and scale-like things covering his body surface.

It seems that just by glancing at it from the corner of the eye, the soul will be infected by it, full of strong blasphemy.

In the ear, faintly murmured, delighted and excited along the ear canal, like roots into his mind.

In front of him was a group of believers in black robes whose faces could not be seen clearly.

An Le was surrounded by them in the center of the church.

"Father Ann?"

Beside An Le, the nun in black robe asked coldly.

"Haven't you started the ceremony yet?"

Before returning to the peace of God, his eyes were instantly attracted by the nun's broad mind.

Even though her fair and cold pretty face was amazing enough, and the nun's clothes were tightly covered, but if he had to find the most appropriate word to describe her, it was still one word - big!

What a big "evil"!

Then, An Le turned his head to look in front of him.

The state of believers is very abnormal.

They seem to lack the reverence they should have for the priest.

Under the black robe, all the faces were frenziedly distorted, with traces of scarlet in the eyes, and an inhuman roar came from the throat.

Like a hungry beast, or like a maniac on the verge of madness.

"Father An, what are you waiting for?"

"Let's get started!"

"Hurry up! I can't wait."

If An Le didn't start the ceremony, they would pounce on him and tear his flesh and blood apart.

Thinking about it, how could the believers in this kind of church be normal people?

The nun watched the priest silently without saying a word.

'It's scary'

An Le thought.

where is this

Why am I here?

I crossed again?

Now is not the time to ponder these questions.

An Le has long had his own way of thinking about facing the crisis.

Facing the guy in front of him, fear is meaningless.

And 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 difficult and dangerous situations.

Thus, the gloomy and hoarse words overwhelmed all the voices in the church.

"quiet!"

An Le looked at the crowd coldly, his gaze was like a ferocious beast preparing to eat, even more cruel than these believers.

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

In a trance, the two merged into one.

So the believers fell silent.

In the huge church, only An Le's voice remained.

"The ceremony. Start!"

The texture of the book is not like paper, but like some kind of animal leather—maybe it belongs to human beings, but let’s assume it is sheepskin here.

From the moment he picked up the black parchment, An Le's body seemed to no longer belong to him.

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

He opened his mouth involuntarily, reciting a prayer that should not exist in memory.

"Lord of Chaos Omniscience, praise your kindness!"

"With us ▇▇▇▇"

"▇▇▇▇▇▇"

At first, An Le could understand the contents of his initial chanting, but soon, they became something incomprehensible.

Rather than saying that An Le couldn't understand those words, it was more like his brain was resisting instinctively, refusing to understand the meaning of the voice.

Otherwise, you will fall into the abyss of madness.

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

But the weird thing is——

Listening to such weird prayers, the believers in the church not only did not feel any discomfort, but slowly calmed down from the previous madness, their expressions were serene and peaceful, with a faint solemn and holy look.

It's like truly bathing in the light of the gods, receiving protection and blessing.

It seems that the gods that believers believe in are just a little abnormal in style, but they are still kind in nature?

The joy of reciting prayers, I hope so.

The premise is that he didn't see the gray tentacles that appeared out of nowhere in the air.

Tentacles hang down from the dome of the church, reminiscent of the ropes of the hanged man, and like slippery, cold poisonous snakes.

They hang down gently, stretching straight to the heads of the believers, directly inserting into the brain.

The skull and flesh and blood did not act as a hindrance, probably the tentacles are not physical objects that can be touched, but metaphysical existences in the spiritual realm.

The suckers on the tentacles contract regularly, and the tips of the tentacles stir gently.

Like a lover's caress, rooted deep in the brain.

Each tentacle corresponds to a believer, one not too many, one not too few.

'Isn't this the evil god! '

Anle couldn't help thinking.

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

It is hard not to think of a god who can hold ceremonies in this kind of church as an evil god.

It's absurd to say that this scene reminded Anle of straws and milk tea.

The tentacles are the straws, and people's brains are the milk tea that can be given whatever they want.

And they didn't know it, they were intoxicated in this ceremony and couldn't extricate themselves.

His expression became more peaceful and peaceful, or numb and demented?

An Le can feel that there is an indescribable but extremely important substance that is absorbed by the tentacles and then transmitted to the .

'.Um? '

An Le took a closer look and found that things were not simple.

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

Finally, got into his body?

? ? ?

The evil god is actually myself! ?

No, no, making such a judgment rashly is definitely biased.

First of all, An Le is sure that those things were definitely intercepted halfway.

Only about one-tenth of the weight entered his body.

The real big heads have been sucked out of this church.

An Le just got some leftovers.

——How can this be considered an evil god? At most, it's just the lackey of the evil god!

Secondly, An Le has always believed that he is an ordinary person in a general sense - it is not his turn to be an evil god or something, right?

I don't know if it was a side effect of absorbing an unknown substance, but a sudden dull pain rushed into my brain, and An Le's vision blurred for a while.

Soon, a translucent panel appeared in front of his eyes.

The text on the panel was still chaotic at first, and some of the content seemed to be mosaiced.

【Name: An Le】

[Race: Human (?)]

[Sanity: 0 (?)]

【Filth Sanity: 4】

[Taboo Knowledge: Prayer Ceremony; ▇▇▇▇]

[Combat ability: none]

[Property: ▇▇ Church]

An Le's eyes widened, and he looked at the panel for a long time, especially the two lines of race and reason.

An Le: Are you polite?

Who is not human?