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"I don't have a name because they didn't give me a name."

The little boy's voice was very soft, like a dream.

How much energy can a six-year-old kid have. In fact, he was also very sleepy after fleeing most of the night. He almost fell on the camel after finishing talking, and fell asleep in the next second.

The little demon didn't realize it. These people who kept saying that the godmother Sophia had sent him did not take him to the "infinite loop" in their mouths. After he fell asleep, the survivors carefully circled back to the officials in the desert. On the road, I met the Paladin with the silver cross gun, and rushed to the holy city.

......

The memory began to reorganize again.

The scene that appeared in front of Zong Jiu this time was indeed Mount Moriah.

Mount Moriah is the holy mountain of the holy religion.

This Super S Grade dungeon has a huge faith sacred religion entrenched all over the world, and other places are exactly the same as the real world.

In the Bible, in order to test Abraham's piety, the Lord ordered him to sacrifice his son Isaac to himself. Without saying a word, Abraham took his son with the sword and went up to Mount Moriah. As a result, just before his execution, the angel descended from the sky and prevented his sacrifice.

In addition, Mount Moriah is also the place where King Solomon of ancient Israel built the first temple, which has full religious significance.

In this world, the Temple of Solomon no longer exists, but Mount Moriah has built the highest temple of the holy religion.

Today is the big day of the centennial ceremonies of Shengjiao.

In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight fell from a gap in the distant sky, passing through the clouds and mist like a golden veil, slowly enveloping Mount Moriah.

The temple on the top of the mountain is majestic, and the huge and exquisite reliefs are built according to the trend of the mountain, depicting a transcendent scene of sentient beings on a pilgrimage.

Farther away, a semi-circular stone pillar sits in front of the cliff, enclosing the central altar in arms.

Thousands of white pigeons flapped their wings in the sky and landed in front of the tower prepared for them.

A golden holy flame was burning on the torch, swaying in the wind.

The believers who came to the holy city for pilgrimage knelt outside the holy city densely. Looking down from the altar, they could only see hundreds of millions of crowded black spots on the vast land. The scriptures they piously chant are clearly heard from the top of the mountain.

The elders and priests wore formal and cumbersome ceremonial robes, with holy and pure crystals and gold ornaments on their arms. They looked solemn and stood in a row looking straight ahead.

Thirty children, including the little demon with their legs and feet tied, were all taken to the altar on Mount Moriah.

Not only them, Sophia, who was responsible for teaching these candidate sons, was also tied to the cross and transported to the temple in a prison cart.

When the little demon saw the familiar godmother, he immediately let out a beast-like cry. Unfortunately, he was gagged by the sacred scarf, so he could only whimper in vain and glared at the survivors standing aside.

When he woke up, he found himself in the holy city, his hands and feet were tied up, and there were heavy Paladins guarding him around him.

Seeing this, the six-year-old little devil could guess that he was cheated no matter how stupid he was.

"Don't be like this... we will definitely guarantee your safety and bring you back to an infinite loop."

Because of merit in capturing the Son, Hong Lie, who made an exception and was allowed to participate in the festival at close range, smiled bitterly.

They are really desperate, and they will hand over the Savior to the Holy City when there is no other way.

The Holy City Fang had clearly stated to them that if the Pope who performed the ritual was not found before the Centennial Festival in the Holy City, then this entire Super S Grade instance would usher in destruction.

This sentence is very convincing, because the previous five teams were all copies that left after completing the festival.

Facing the angry eyes of the savior now, Hong Lie could only repeat his pale promise over and over again.

The high priest stood in front of Sophia holding the lighted torch, and asked in a low voice: "The ceremony is about to begin. Are you still unwilling to say who is the holy child with the ability to purify?"

Sophia, with her hands tied, stubbornly shook her head without saying a word.

Rao is a very good-tempered high priest, and now he is a little annoyed by her lack of oil and salt.

Everyone is kind, even if Sophia was imprisoned, she didn't suffer too much.

"Very good." The high priest said coldly, "Then let these thirty children go up and try one by one."

During the order, a clergyman took one of the children to the altar.

They untied the rope behind the child and slammed it up on the altar, and the child staggered forward like a rag doll.

In the next second, the blood red lines engraved on the altar lit up, emitting an unknown light.

Without a sound, the child who fell on the ground gradually dissolved in this color.

——It is the literal dissolution. From the skin to the facial features, all are melted by the intense high temperature, and even the bones creak and become a fluid mixture of indistinct substances.

"Wrong, wrong, not this!"

The elders hurriedly shouted, and the attendants who stood by immediately pushed the next child up.

This was repeated three times, without exception, all the children pushed up turned into melted mud at the moment the altar was lit.

After the third sacrifice, the clear sky suddenly darkened. Something could no longer be controlled, migrating out of the shadows behind the clouds, dyeing the entire sky into a dark color thick like ink.

"The **** is angry!"

The priests staying on the top of the sacred mountain of Moriah all shouted in panic, hula la knelt to the ground all of a sudden, shouting toward the sky and praying for blessings.

The believers on the earth also don't know what happened, crying and wailing intertwined, igniting the entire planet.

"God! Please forgive us!"

"Great God! Please forgive your people!"

Thousands of electric arcs tearing the sky landed and shrouded the highest point of the holy mountain without mercy.

The survivor hurriedly unfolded the special items, and the rest of the clergy were not so lucky. The waiter who had just stood still turned directly into a charred coal with white smoke rising from his body.

The high priest vomited a mouthful of blood and staggered back two steps.

"Sophia, since you have read the Chronicles of the Holy Church, then you should understand that the Son was born as a container. They have no father and no mother, and they cannot take off their blindfolds before the ceremony, because the meaning and mission of their existence is this moment!"

Sophia's eyes were moved, she shook her head desperately, "No...no one, no."

"If you want to protect these children, then you should tell who the child is chosen by God, otherwise you will not only kill people in the world, but also the remaining twenty-six innocent children."

The words of the high priest were like a sharp knife, drenching Sophia's heart with blood.

"As long as you tell who that person is, we will swear by the word □. If other children can follow you back, the Holy City will not intervene more."

The high priest's tone was sad and provocative, "Sophia, you are a child blessed by God, why stand on the opposite side of us?"

One and twenty-six, this seems to be a choice that does not require any hesitation.

Just like the famous tram problem, when the number is large enough, even if the one is innocent, people will tend to save more people.

If you sacrifice one person, you can save everyone...

The silence spread for a long time, and it seemed only for a moment.

Sophia turned sideways, "There is no purification ability, but... but there is a child, he can transfer."

"Transfer?"

The dim pupils of the high priest suddenly lit up, "The essence of purification is transfer, it is transfer! Who is it, who is that container?"

Sophia tremblingly said, "It's... number one."

She dared not look at the child's eyes, even her voice was trembling, and she couldn't make a sound.

The survivors who stood by were all stunned in their hearts.

Hong Lie was the first to say: "No, no! This kid, he, he..."

The worst premonition in their hearts finally came true.

The savior is really the pope appointed by the perfect world.

"No, Brother Hong, if the festival is not completed, we will all be obliterated!"

Immediately, another old ministry held him back and prevented him from rushing forward.

The main task of the survivors is to [help the holy city choose the pope and complete the holy rites], which means that if the holy city fails to complete the holy rites, the survivors will not be able to complete the main task.

If the main task is not completed, the survivors will be obliterated by the main system, no matter which one they are, they will have to bury them.

Between the savior and life and death, which is lighter and heavier, at a glance.

Hong Lie's tightened fists let go helplessly.

The high priest is still chattering aside, "Why do you think all the saints in the Chronicles of the Holy Church are like this? Because the container cannot be allowed to have its own consciousness, the thought is a sharp edge, if they can read and think, they will not be willing to be a container. . Your self-righteous pity will actually harm them."

After saying this, she turned around again, showing an encouraging smile.

Everyone looked at the boy with his hands tied.

The little devil was speechless, and could only look at Sophia with incredulous eyes.

But Sophia didn't dare to look at him, and a string of tears ran down her clothes.

Is this really my mission? Is it the meaning of my existence? Why doesn't the godmother speak?

No one answered the doubts of a six-year-old child.

Only the high priest whispered like a dream, "Child, go, go up."

This is his birth mission, as a container, the gods gave him the mission of the holy religion.

Everyone looked at him with hope, watching him being brought to the side of the altar by the attendants.

No one saved him.

Even if the white-haired young man floating in the air is a magician who performs miracles, he is unable to intervene in any memory.

Then, the attendant gave a slight push.

The small S-level props rolled off the boy and rolled into the grass on the side.

In an instant, the golden light masterpiece of the altar that had just burst out of scarlet light.

All the darkness in the sky was gathered in the center, falling from the sky like a funnel and stalactites.

The little devil lay flat on the altar. He finally realized something, the light in his pupils gradually fell silent, and finally returned to dead silence.

The boy was shackled, like a lonely innocent lamb waiting for a **** sacrifice.

Heaven and earth stagnated for a second.

In the next moment, a strong wind rose from the ground, causing a hurricane.

Those obscure, hideous, evil thoughts accumulated for a whole hundred years poured down from the top of the sky, like a sharp sharpened knife, piercing the boy's heart relentlessly.

The child opened his mouth silently, his small, delicate face full of pain, roaring from the inside out.

The immense malice infested him, starting from the heart, and gradually spreading to the internal organs and limbs, dyeing the black-brown pupils black, and the Qi orifices dripped with sticky black mud that could not be covered.

He is like a container filled with dissatisfaction forever, devouring the common people for a century of malice.

As the darkness flooded back and the black clouds landed drop by drop, the first bright sunlight finally appeared in the east.

The priests and elders exclaimed, "Perfect, so perfect! He is the perfect container for the holy religion's nearly five ceremonies!"

The mortals kneeling under the sacred mountain saw the dark clouds in the sky pushing away from the sun, and they kowtow to the Prime Minister excitedly, chanting songs of praise to God.

"God! Thank you for your gift!"

"Thank you for your kindness, thank you for your selflessness, and thank you for creating a perfect world!"

Finally, the last drop of evil thoughts submerged from the boy's nose and mouth.

The altar was completely submerged by the thick black mud, and the human figure wrapped in the center could not be seen clearly.

But the earth is a thousand miles of peace, and even the sun seems to be a bit more brilliant, reflecting the colorful rays of light.

The survivors trembled all over.

They finally understand where there is a perfect world, and some are just abandoned children cultivated as containers.

"Ready to fire!"

After all the darkness fell from the clouds, the high priest gave an order.

The altar rumbling and sinking, the unpleasant kerosene poured down all of a sudden, enveloping the entire altar.

Before the survivors had time to stop, a raging fire suddenly rose into the sky.

Hong Lie's eyes widened, "No! You can't treat him like this! Why do you want to start a fire!"

Surrounding the fire, the clergy began to pray.

The high priest gently said: "He who is guilty of all living beings, his soul will return to God's embrace. We are just following God's will."

Obviously, those black malice are extremely afraid of flames.

Under the pressure of the flame, they retreated step by step, only squeezing back into the container.

"But, but."

Sophia shouted hysterically, "He has another ability!"

In the raging fire, the child who was already inhumane began to roll.

The flames left ugly burn marks on the child's back, fingers, and whole body. Originally, these things couldn't hurt him, but because of malice, they stuck to the dark skin and sizzled, and finally healed quickly under the power.

The sharp roar has long since died down. Because he no longer has the strength to shout.

He was born without fear of flames, but now it has become the basis for him to endure the pain in the fire.

The high priest also began to panic.

The tradition of sacred ceremonies is to send them to heaven with fire after the container has absorbed the malice.

But now, if this child is not afraid of the raging fire, it means that he cannot be buried in the raging fire with malice.

Apart from fire, the sacred church no longer knows how to deal with evil thoughts.

There has never been such a precedent before, and no one knows what will be born from the undead fire.

The high priest gritted his teeth: "Increase the flame, increase!"

The golden-red flames almost surrounded the entire top of the mountain, and the squally wind caused by uneven cold and heat concealed the sacrifice ceremony.

In such a tragic scene, everyone who saw it showed expressions of pity and movement.

Until now, these survivors did not understand why, in the notes they had previously left, those who had previously cleared this Super S Grade dungeon would say that as long as they pass the hurdle in their hearts, they only need to pass the hurdle, this dungeon. It will become simpler.

Because it is really simple, so simple that you only need to send a child to the fire-burning sacrifice field, not only can save the lives of everyone in this perfect world, but also allow the survivors to get rich rewards and return to the infinite loop safe and sound.

Hong Lie slumped to the ground, holding his forehead in pain.

[Super S Grade Dungeon: Perfect World, the main task has been completed]

[Space transfer will take place in thirty seconds...]

Finally found the savior, and now they have thrown their hopes to jail.

Just as he was alone, there was a scream not far away.

"No...Hong Lie, no, we were wrong."

The survivor who prevented him from rushing forward slowly fell, his pupils pitch black.

[Drip, drip, drip, abnormal existence is detected, space transfer is forced to stop]

Behind him, the people on the altar were slowly held up by the black mud.

His limbs were stretched and transformed from the appearance of a child.

It has gathered the malice of hundreds of millions of people in the entire world, and the malice stored for a hundred years is enough to destroy his personality thousands of times.

The black mud surging like substance rolled from behind the figure, and frantic laughter resounded across the mountain.

Thousands of shadows gushing out from behind him, and every step that falls is like darkness bowing to their emperor.

No, saying that the personality is no longer right.

The six-year-old boy disappeared forever. What has appeared now is just a brand new monster born out of pure malice.

"Wrong, wrong...not the savior..."

Will the savior who has absorbed the malice of the whole world still be the savior?

Hong Lie just remembered now. In Mr. Guiguzi's prophecy, besides the savior, there is another existence.

It's just a six-year-old child, innocent and kind, no one thinks about another possibility.

The survivor vomited a mouthful of blood and did not stare at him.

"We...released the Great Demon..."

Behind him, the sky was once again covered by black shadows rising from the ground.

The sacred mountain collapses, the world falls, and memory is annihilated.

A hand covered with scars picked up the S-class props that fell to the ground and no one cares about.

"Infinite loop...? Interesting."

No one knew anymore that the demon king who destroyed the world was born from the body of the savior at first.