It's time to become an evil god.

Bai Ge scratched his head and asked in a low voice, "Do you worship the Dark God of Gunara?"

God the hell, the Dark God Gunara! Could you be any more absurd?

Mr. Huang clenched his fist instantly. This time, he repeatedly reminded himself that cleaning up the house was not within his purview. He only needed to bring this guy to the sacrificial site and his mission would be complete.

"Let's go, stop thinking about things that aren't there, the great Lord is waiting for us."

Mr. Huang's figure then disappeared into the dark staircase, leaving only the echoing sound of his footsteps.

Bai Ge had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow. The downward staircase leading to another dimension was long and seemed to have no end, with only the sound of footsteps echoing continuously.

Supporting himself against the cold, rough wall, Bai Ge walked on for an unknown amount of time until a pungent smell of blood assaulted his nostrils. He instinctively covered his nose and finally saw a faint light emanating from the distance.

A deep voice came from behind. Mr. Huang, who was walking at the front, suddenly appeared behind them and whispered, "We've arrived. This is the sacrificial altar."

He led Bai Ge into the sacrificial site, where many believers dressed in black robes and hoods were kneeling. They were gathered around a blood-soaked sacrificial altar, their heads bowed, their hands clasped together, and they were chanting incantations.

Above the altar was a statue of the Holy Lord. Bai Ge was curious. This guy had clearly died in the trial mission, so why hadn't the Cult of All Things Returned to One disbanded? Had they found a new leader? Or had that guy used some kind of life-saving item and not died in the mission?

Looking at the statue with its outstretched hands and solemn expression, Bai Ge tentatively asked, "Um... your Holy Lord seems a little off. Is he constipated?"

Feeling offended, Mr. Huang immediately rebuked, "Shut up! Do not be disrespectful to the Holy Lord!"

"Okay, I was wrong."

Bai Ge immediately apologized, raising both hands in a gesture of praising the sun.

"Holy Lord, eternal God."

What was clearly a compliment sounded sarcastic coming from this guy's mouth, but Mr. Huang didn't think much of it because there was something more important to do right now.

Sacrificial ceremony.

Recently, the evil god has been demanding increasingly stringent requirements for sacrifices. At first, both men and women were acceptable, then only women were accepted, then those over 28 were rejected, and those under 18 were excluded. Later still, those weighing over 150 pounds were also rejected. Those who liked to eat leeks were also excluded, as were Virgos, and those below the Star Master rank in the game King of Glory were also excluded. This has forced cult members to work overtime to find new sacrifices.

Fortunately, these unlucky guys were recently honored by the Holy Lord and were spared their painful monthly sacrifice quota.

The candlelight flickered, and Chen An, who was bound hand and foot to the moving vehicle, was pushed in. He had been eating self-heating hot pot and singing in his room, but before Bai Ge could return, he was kidnapped by the cultists and forcibly dragged to this terrifying sacrificial altar.

His gaze fell upon the blood-soaked guillotine, and he struggled desperately in terror. Trembling, he asked, "Gentlemen, since your sacrifices are all about the ritual, how about this, could I cut off the dead skin from the soles of my feet and offer it as a sacrifice to the evil god? Just go through the motions, that should suffice."

"shut up."

One of the cultists interrupted him, "You think the evil god would be interested in your foot skin? We'll cut you into five pieces, drain all your blood, and then sacrifice you!"

"Cut it into five pieces before offering it as a sacrifice?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Ge had a look of sudden realization. "I understand!"

"What do you know?"

Mr. Huang stared at the other person with great unease, fearing that he might say something shocking again.

Isn't it obvious?

Bai Ge said seriously, "The evil god you worship is the Dark Archmage!"

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Mr. Huang silently took out two hundred yuan from his pocket, stuffed it into Bai Ge's hand, and said in a low voice, "How about this, friend, take this money and leave the church. Really, I think it's a waste of talent for someone like you to be stuck in this godforsaken place with people like us. Or we can send you to infiltrate the Special Affairs Bureau as an undercover agent. I believe that with your abilities, you can definitely take down the entire branch on your own."

"No."

Bai Ge said righteously, "What if you say it will be three years, then another three years, then another three years, and by the time I've become the head of the Special Affairs Bureau, you still haven't come to pick me up?"

"...How could that be?"

Mr. Huang said, forcing himself to speak, "The Holy Lord will not abandon his followers and people."

Bai Ge scratched his head and asked again, "What if the Special Affairs Bureau thinks I have the potential to become a cult member and sends me back as an undercover agent?"

Mr. Huang couldn't help but curse, "Damn it... are you playing a double agent game here?!"

At this moment, Chen An had already been sent to the sacrificial altar to become a sacrifice to the evil god. At that moment, he saw Bai Ge, the only one in the crowd who was not wearing a black robe, and immediately shouted excitedly, "Mr. Bai, save me, please save me!"

These words instantly attracted the attention of the other believers, who all looked at Bai Ge. Mr. Huang frowned and said, "You know him?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

Bai Ge stepped out from the crowd, walked up to Huang An, patted him on the shoulder, and said righteously, "This is my dearest friend. Shouldn't I personally take a knife and send him on his final journey later?"

Chen An turned pale with fright, "Mr. Bai, this is so different from what you were saying to us before..."

"Shut up, you should be grateful."

Bai Ge covered the other person's mouth and said in a deep voice, "You only lost your life for nothing, but you got a ticket to be reborn in another world! Ask the other people around you, they don't even have this opportunity!"

"But I don't want to go."

Chen An pleaded tearfully, "Can I give them my tickets?"

"Shut up! Do you believe that if you say you don't want to go, everyone around you will immediately rush to offer themselves up? You'll see."

As soon as Bai Ge turned around, the other believers behind him collectively took several steps back.

"Don't you want to go to another world to serve the Holy Lord?"

"think."

They said in unison, "But not now."

"The ceremony is about to begin."

The priest interrupted the other believers' idle chatter, saying coldly, "Shut up, all of you."

He walked to the altar and softly chanted the incantation. Suddenly, he felt the air around him become thick and eerie, as if it had stopped flowing.

Immediately afterwards, Bai Ge heard a fine, sharp, yet ethereal and alluring whisper in her ear, accompanied by the surging sound of flowing water, making her unable to resist listening and trying to discern the sound.

The sound was like... some kind of eerie cry for help?

The cult members felt as if their heads were being torn apart and exploded, as if someone had forcibly smashed open their skulls. The intense pain was worse than death, and even their consciousness seemed to be tinged with hallucinations.

Feeling increasingly uneasy, Bai Ge tried desperately to open his eyes. In his hazy state, he felt as if his consciousness had been forcibly ripped away and thrown into the depths of space millions of light-years away. He saw a magnificent storm created by the interaction of vortex gas and radiation, like a surging, dazzling sea of ​​stars. At the very center of this cosmic nebula storm was a strange black shadow. It was a celestial body with such a high spacetime curvature that even light could not escape its event horizon, but its outline did not resemble a black hole. Instead, it resembled a distorted object that constantly shifted and changed shape, like a jellyfish.

Some of the believers around could no longer bear it. After seeing the strange object enveloped by the Starry Storm, they let out sharp roars. However, in the next instant, their eyes exploded, and their vitreous bodies mixed with blood splattered everywhere.

Just as the string in my mind was about to snap, the countless clamorous whispers of ancient gods faded away, and the surroundings became very quiet. The atmosphere was quite ethereal, and even my body seemed to become lighter.

Bai Ge noticed that gray fog permeated the surroundings, hazy, indistinct, and boundless.

The faint sound of flowing water could be heard in my ears.

He looked around in astonishment, then looked down and found himself floating in an endless sea of ​​gray fog. As the fog slowly dissipated, he finally saw his location.

Everyone was floating on the water, with a bright and gentle full moon overhead. The moonlight spread across the entire lake, making it sparkle and dazzle.

It's like standing on a mirror that comes and goes at will.

The newly joined believers, who had survived the terrifying spectacle of the starry sky, cautiously asked, "Excuse me, where exactly is this place?"

"The tomb of God".

The priest pointed coldly to the center of the lake, where a huge, spider-like monster floated. Except for new believers who would tremble at the sight, everyone else was used to it.

The priest then looked at the offering and waved his hand, saying, "Offer it to the gods."

The others dragged Chen An to the giant spider monster. Although it was just a cold corpse, they could vaguely feel the abdomen still wriggling and watching them.

Bai Ge tugged at Mr. Huang's collar and whispered, "So, what are we waiting for?"

"Wait."

Mr. Huang said impatiently, "Wait for the Holy Lord to reveal his true form in the dream and descend from the full moon."

"what?"

Bai Ge asked blankly, "So, after all this time, your Holy Lord is actually... Chang'e?"

"You fucking bastard, I've really had enough of you!"

"Shut up, the Holy Lord is here!"

Everyone looked up, and above the bright and gentle full moon, a black shadow was growing larger and larger, as if it were descending from the moon to Earth.

From the outside, it is no longer recognizable as human. The body, which can only be barely considered as a human outline, has several pairs of huge organs that look like dorsal fins or membranous wings, as well as a number of arthropods.

Where the head should be, there is a complex ellipsoid covered with numerous floating tentacles, like an upside-down jellyfish.

"What the hell is this thing?"

The priest, who had been kneeling on the lake, hurriedly stood up, his face showing fear.

The one who descended from the full moon was not the Holy Lord himself. To be precise, this was the Holy Lord, but under the influence of the Dream Eater, he had been injected with too much blood of low-level ancient gods and was now on the verge of corruption and distortion.

He knelt on the lake, supporting his massive body with his hands, muttering incoherent ravings.

His madness, born of losing his mind, led him to see scenes that did not exist in reality.

"I think I saw it."

"It must have been a cloudy afternoon, with not a single glimmer of light on the pale sea."

"The man wearing a black pointed hat carried a giant jeweled sword that always shimmered with fluorescence. He trudged along the shallow riverbed, occasionally turning around to try and strike up a conversation with an icy beauty in the group."

"The silver-haired girl used her beloved longsword as a cane, while an elderly man missing a leg was half-leaning on her other shoulder. The man's right leg looked as if it had been bitten off at the knee by a wild beast, wrapped in dirty bandages, and his tattered trousers swayed with each step he took. They were chatting and laughing, having just finished what was perhaps the greatest battle of their lives."

"Their enemy is the great god himself."

"They won, they sang, they returned in triumph."

“They were carrying the heads of gods.”

Then he slowly raised his head, and his face, which was no longer a face, swept over all the believers present. The timid believers were so frightened that they ran away as fast as they could.

The gatekeepers of hell must be something far more brutal than the devil.

After falling into the form of a mutated ancient god, the Holy Lord seemed to have fallen into a state of irrational madness, uttering a deafening voice: "Humans have limits. Abandon the physical body, identity, and thoughts of being human to obtain an immortal and eternal existence."

"Do you think you're the boss?"

Bai Ge pulled out the Demon King's bone hammer and the DNA modification serum he had swindled from the Special Affairs Bureau. Like a hunter, he walked towards the mutated and beast-like Holy Lord, rolling up his sleeves as he said, "Wake up, you're going to suffer."

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