Chapter 268 The ritual failed
While the innocent and sweet ‘Crovett’ was making dangerous and explosive items.
While the loyal Nero Bacchus was stealing the forbidden books of the Order.
Just as the mild-mannered Winfrey was furious because her daughter was missing.
The initiator of all this is currently undergoing a process of concentration and concentration similar to bathing and burning incense.
He took off the last piece of clothing and sat cross-legged on the cold floor.
Four esoteric cultists decorated with colorful feathers, hanging small gray and white bone items, wearing ancient animal bone helmets and mottled animal skin cloaks, who looked like primitive tribal priests, were performing ancient sacrificial dances and chanting. With syllables that tempt thirst.
In Watson's opinion, this newly opened ceremony room was so crude that it could be described as shabby.
There was nothing in the dim cave, with rugged stalagmites hanging from the ceiling like the teeth of a giant beast. There was only a deep pit filled with clear water on the ground. Perhaps it should be a deep well to be specific.
The deep well is filled with clear liquid, which smells salty, sweet, and fishy, like sea water, snow water, and blood. But if you get close to the well mouth and look down, you will see that the bottom of the well seems to be unfathomable, and you can only look at it. I saw a mass of darkness that was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved.
The deep and thick darkness cannot be completely penetrated even by the light of the oil lamp in the palm of the hand. It seems that there is some kind of fear that is about to emerge deep in the bottom of the well, making the viewer feel trembling thoughts from the bottom of his heart.
As the Tantric cultists danced and chanted, the clear spring in the well slowly rose and overflowed, and the salty and slightly sweet smell immediately filled the entire ceremony room.
The clear and cold liquid slowly flowed under the bodies of the four esoteric cultists who were about to be promoted. As soon as the clear spring with a slightly salty and sweet taste touched the four people's uncovered vital points, there was a burst of water as if they were soaked in salt liquid. The pungent and stinging sensation made the three tough-minded men twitch involuntarily.
During the process of dancing and chanting, the four priest-like Tantric cultists would occasionally stretch their hands into the well to pick up a puddle of water and splash it on the four naked recipients.
As soon as the bone-chilling liquid came into contact with the bodies of the four exposed chests, a faint steaming mist immediately rose up, and the skin on the subject's body also bulged out into tiny bulges due to the sudden stimulation of the extreme cold. Goosebumps appeared on his skin, and his thick hairs stood on end.
The heart in the chest seems to sense that the temperature of the body surface is dropping rapidly, and it actively accelerates its beating without even requiring orders from the brain, trying to expel the coldness of the body surface by pumping blood to accelerate circulation.
This eager heartbeat of pure physiological instinct is exactly what is needed in the ritual. Only this first and most primitive heartbeat contains the true power of the heart.
The person wearing the deer bone helmet, who was wearing a particularly colorful bird feather type, was the main executor of this promotion ceremony. He sensed that the heartbeats of the four recipients had gradually risen to a suitable height, so he danced and said: " Jonny, John, Caitlin, Ford...the four of you entered the well one after another, with your elbows on the ground and your back facing the sky, with your lower body soaked in the well water. "
The four subjects who had been waiting for a long time finally got up. They entered the well one by one according to the order of the ritual executor, and occupied the four directions of the well in a completely humiliating posture. Four spines seemed to extend from the well. There are four roads out there, just like a different kind of crossroads.
However, the two people facing each other, occupying the east, west and north respectively, could only face each other buttocks, and the four-petaled white meat patties seemed to be facing each other awkwardly.
Then the four ritual performers continued to rotate around the mouth of the well, and the thirsty syllables they chanted became increasingly high-pitched. It seemed that even the spring water in the well could not bear the impulse of the music, and strange bubbles appeared on the water surface, as if they were at the bottom of the well. There is a terrifying monster hidden deep in the darkness, roaring with thirst at the bottom of the well.
The four ritual performers looked at each other and nodded silently. While dancing, they took out the strong long whip hanging from their waists. Some kind of sharp bone fragments seemed to be tanned into the slender whip.
And this obviously extremely lethal stinging whip hit the backs of the four recipients with a neat snap. Immediately, a shocking blood mark appeared on the pale backs, and the pungent tearing pain was felt on the pupae. His brain hit the inner wall of his skull hard, and his brain seemed to be echoing with a vibrating whisper.
The heart that was already beating eagerly seemed to have absorbed some painful power from being whipped. The beating frequency became more and more intense. The hot heart beat wildly in the cold body, and every expansion seemed to be slapped heavily on the body. The inner wall of the chest burst out with a sound like a drum.
The four subjects who were brutally whipped clenched their teeth and did not cry out in pain. However, as the whip was swung down again and again, the flesh and blood on their backs became more and more blooming, and bright red blood flowed out from the vicious wounds. The well water drips like boiling and bubbling but remains as cold as ever.
The blood containing the power of the original mind seems to be particularly heavy and solid. After falling into the well, it does not blend with the cold well water. It seems that the oil is still separated after falling into the water, and is still sinking slowly, like a The crystal clear rubies are sinking into the shadows at the bottom of the dark and lightless well, satisfying the thirsty roar of the unknown beast lurking in the darkness.
The roar of thirst subsided, and the steaming bubbles on the surface of the well began to slowly subside... The blood lost at the bottom of the well also completely lost its trace. Perhaps it had just sunk into a dark shadow that could not be seen through, or perhaps it had encountered the only thing that existed in the imagination. Devoured by the giant beast.
However, a slight wind suddenly blew in the ceremony room. The wind was mixed with the real salty smell of the ocean. The wind contained some kind of cold and biting but alluring and thirsty heat. It was like being in a big ocean on the edge of the coast. In the dry desert, even if you can smell the breath of the sea, you are already lost in the endless desert. You are thirsty and thirsty, but you still can't find the way out... you can only watch helplessly. Imaginary oceans and thirst to death.
The main executor of the ceremony nodded slightly with satisfaction. This special abnormality symbolized that they had communicated with that great existence and the vast and infinite power... It was time to take the most critical step.
The ancient dance ceased, the thirsty chant paused.
Now they need to dump the prepared sacrifices into the water body. It would be best if the water body was connected to the ocean.
The executor of the ceremony took out the sacrifice prepared in advance from his arms. It was a handful of mottled and colorful powder, which was as pink as a rose, as bright as blood, and even more black and white.
It is mixed with condensed lumps, like dried paint, and like powder condensed by moisture... I believe that such a sacrifice is enough to temporarily satisfy the great being, and then reward the awakening power of the ritual invitation.
He sprinkled the sacrifices, and the mottled powder clots gradually sank to the bottom of the well, sinking into the unfathomable darkness, or into another world.
The executor of the ceremony looked at the four church members who had fallen into coma on the edge of the well due to a combination of factors including a sudden drop in body temperature, excessive blood loss, pain attacks, and the impact of the ceremony.
He nodded with satisfaction and looked at the only female church member present. Although she looked haggard at the moment, her skin was far fairer and smoother than that of other mortals, like pure white porcelain, due to the long-lasting nourishment from her heart. ...The executor swallowed hard, his soul cup vibrating.
He and the three executors who had been waiting for a long time looked at each other, and they all showed lewd smiles... Hehe, don't worry, let them sleep for a while, and later we will sing the awakening song to make the people in coma The four people truly experienced the power of awakening and understood the secret of the awakening pulse.
And now... is our rare welfare time!
The main executor was the first to advance after the three church members gave way.
However, just when his cup was filled with excitement, and his spine was about to be released... the sacrifice that should have disappeared at the bottom of the well suddenly rose to the surface again, and at the same time, there were faint angry roars and roars from the bottom of the well. , the well water fluctuated violently again, strange tumor-like bubbles exploded one by one, and the irresistible thirst swept the four of them!
The four ritual performers covered their throats in disbelief. Their cheeks were visibly thin, and sweat continued to flow out of their pores like a fountain... They were as skinny as dry wood in just a few seconds, even if Burying his head in a well, soaking in the well water and swallowing big mouthfuls of water could not relieve his strange thirst.
The ceremony failed? ! ! !
How can it be? ! This is not the first day we have performed this ritual. According to past experience, even if the ritual fails, the consequences of the violent backlash should not be borne by us alone, and the consequences should not be so terrible... Why did they receive the spell? Or not affected at all? !
Why did the Great Being reject our sacrifice? ! We are only asking for such a feeble awakening power, and such a sacrifice should be enough!
What went wrong with the ceremony? ! ! !
The master of the ceremony buried his head in the well water and roared in despair, and then he saw one of the subjects who was supposed to be unconscious and dizzy actually stood up slowly! ! !
He used his last bit of strength to turn his head, but through the twisted water, he could only see the cold and heartless right eye... John Watson? ! Why can you break away from the ritual sleep? ! Obviously I haven’t called you yet——
A big hand suddenly penetrated the water, grabbed his neck, and pushed his head deeply into the water. No matter how hard he struggled, he could only scream desperately in the water, spitting out bubbles... and then completely exhausted. Death.
Watson shook off the remaining water stains in his palms, looked at the deep and dark bottom of the well and murmured:
"Do the twins refuse to promote me..."