Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

Such inhuman torture can only be endured by non-humans.

Saints throughout history, even those who underwent the Great Baptism, often died from various aftereffects.

Of course, after their deaths, their bodies would also exhibit different miracles, inspiring other believers.

"Holy Lord of Pain, we gather here to show you the piety and courage of mankind. May you gladly accept this great suffering and send down miracles to inspire the world."

"Great Twisted Saint, may your suffering bless us and ensure the success of the Great Baptism."

The old woman faced the statue and prayed softly.

At this moment, nails were also driven into her body.

Two nails were pinned to his shoulders and one to his chest, symbolizing the miracle of following the twisted saint.

The old woman's physique was clearly not as good as the helmeted man's; she turned pale after just three nails.

If the Great Baptism were to happen a few more times, she would probably kill herself with the presiding.

It is only reasonable that the Church of Suffering has fallen to this state.

"let's start."

The old woman turned around and spoke to the helmeted man.

The helmeted man nodded and took a leather bag out of the box.

He walked behind Liu Zheng, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the statue, put the bag over the latter's head, and then slowly tightened it.

The specially made pocket gradually conformed to Liu Zheng's face, completely expelling the air inside.

Then, the helmeted man pounded his chest hard, expelling the air from his lungs.

The helmeted man's exertion was very skillful; he only managed to expel the air from his lungs without damaging them or his ribs.

This is the baptism of January, the baptism of suffocation.

With Liu Zheng's exceptionally high physical condition, he naturally consumes a great deal of oxygen.

Soon, the feeling of suffocation came from deep within his brain.

His nostrils twitched involuntarily, trying to inhale some air, but he couldn't get anything inhaled except for the leather bag that emitted a faint odor.

It has to be said that this baptism was a huge blow to Liu Zheng.

He can overcome the pain from physical injuries, but he cannot fight the instinct of his cells to need oxygen.

Soon, he began to choke himself, trying to relieve the discomfort.

Liu Zheng's suprasternal notch, supraclavicular notch, intercostal spaces, and subxiphoid soft tissue were sunken due to excessive inhalation, making him look extremely frightening.

Anke turned his head away, unable to bear watching any longer.

As for Marian and her three children, they had already been sent to their room, as this scene was not suitable for them to watch.

Meanwhile, the calico cat squatted to the side, nonchalantly licking its paws.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes

Five minutes passed before the helmeted man finally removed the bag.

Liu Zheng first let out a violent cough, then greedily inhaled the surrounding air.

His cheeks and lips turned bluish-purple and black, which was a sign of severe oxygen deprivation.

In fact, if it weren't for the effect of "rebirth of flesh and blood," he would have already died once.

"very good."

The old woman nodded in satisfaction.

This level doesn't look that bloody, but it's actually quite difficult to pass.

The stronger a person is, the harder it is to pass this test.

She didn't care about Liu Zheng's reaction during the process.

Whether one endures suffering or lets it run its course, it is something the Lord of Suffering is pleased to see.

The helmeted man didn't give Liu Zheng much time to catch his breath, and took out a bell the size of a human head from the box.

He placed the clock upside down on Liu Zheng's head and then began to strike the clock with a key.

The deafening noise assaulted Liu Zheng's brain directly through bone conduction, and the dense and chaotic melody tormented his mind and body.

Noise levels exceeding 60 decibels can cause fatigue, drowsiness, and lethargy; noise levels exceeding 90 decibels can cause anxiety, irritability, and depression; and noise levels exceeding 120 decibels can cause hearing loss or permanent deafness.

The noise emitted by this specially made bell has exceeded 140 decibels.

Even Anke, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't stand it. He covered his ears and felt nauseous.

Blood seeped from Liu Zheng's nostrils and ear holes, pooled on the tip of his chin, and then dripped onto the floor.

His nerves and blood vessels were damaged by the noise, and he developed symptoms of intracranial hemorrhage.

However, the "regeneration of flesh and blood" has fully demonstrated its effectiveness.

His cerebral blood vessels kept rupturing and repairing, and his brain tissue kept deforming and recovering.

In this dizzy state, I lost track of how much time had passed before the bells finally stopped ringing.

The helmeted man removed the bronze bell. Liu Zheng's face was covered with a thick layer of blood, which was the result of broken capillaries on his face.

"Can you hear me?"

The old woman asked.

"Wait, wait, wait?"

He tilted his head and replied.

"What did you say?"

"Waibibabu?"

Liu Zheng looked even more confused than she did.

"Looks like his brain has broken down."

The old woman said regretfully.

So what if it's broken? As long as the person is still alive, that's all that matters.

The Lord of Pain does not care whether the one who completes the Great Baptism is a wise man or a fool.

Rather, it's more accurate to say that being too clever or too foolish is a form of suffering.

"Just kidding. This little bit of noise isn't even as bad as my boss's singing."

Liu Zheng wiped the blood off his face and said calmly.

"Please increase the intensity, I'm almost asleep."

He said arrogantly.

"Good good."

The old woman was not angry, but rather pleased.

Although a fool can also please the Lord of Suffering through the Great Baptism, a normal person can demonstrate a greater miracle through the Great Baptism.

If this outsider can survive the Great Baptism.

The thought of this possibility almost made the old woman so excited that she would pull the nail out and shove it back into her heart.

Fortunately, she resisted the urge to harm herself.

She could certainly die, but only after the Great Baptism was completed.

Ideally, we should wait until this outsider becomes pope.

"continue!"

The old woman spoke excitedly to the helmeted man.

Chapter 261 The Giant Hand in the Blood Moon

The pale moonlight shone through the glass window, casting colorful shadows.

In the center of the church, Liu Zheng's body was now covered in only one color.

color.

His muscles below the neck were bare, and he was covered from head to toe with thumbtacks like those worn by helmeted men.

Of course, those bare parts were being rapidly covered by new skin, but no one else could see it.

Because he was locked inside a blood-red suit of armor, the inside of which was full of sharp barbs that pierced his flesh.

On Liu Zheng's back was an embroidered picture with iron wire, which was the image of the Twisted Saint.

With all twelve rituals completed, the Great Baptism, which had not been passed for over a century, was finally successfully completed once again.

The old woman looked at him with an excited expression, her face abnormally flushed.

Liu Zheng's expression was quite calm. Some parts of the ritual were quite challenging, but after it was over, all that was left was pure pain.

For him, simple pain is the easiest to bear, because the physical deformity itself has changed his pain perception system.

Otherwise, the sheer shock of each "rebirth of flesh and blood" would drive him insane.

"Congratulations, stranger, you have successfully passed the Great Baptism. Your name will be engraved on the back of the Twisted Saint and forever etched in the history of the Church of Suffering."

The old woman said.

"No need for that, I already have enough articles under my name."

Liu Zheng shrugged, the barb on his shoulder digging even deeper.

"Go, stranger, and write your name on the back of the statue of the Twisted Saint with your blood."

The old woman ignored his words.

Is it really necessary to do this?

“This is part of the Great Baptism. I cannot hand over the Twisted Grail to you until this step is completed.”

The old woman said.

"You're not trying to trick me, are you?"

Liu Zheng asked suspiciously.

“You are the only person to have passed the Great Baptism in all these years. I even want you to take over the important task of Pope. How could I possibly harm you?”

The old woman said earnestly.

"I'd rather not be the Pope. I think being a food delivery driver is a better career path."

He shook his head in refusal and then walked behind the statue.

The back is smooth and new, and there are no other people's names on it.

"After you write your name down, you may see some visions. Do not resist, open your mind and body to feel them. You may see other things as well. Do not be afraid, the saint's suffering will protect you. With your will, you can certainly withstand the impact."

The old woman gave her instructions.

"I knew it wasn't that simple."

Liu Zheng rolled his eyes.

However, he did not refuse, but instead took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on.

These are the pilot sunglasses that Porco Rosso gave him. One of their effects is to ignore all visual damage, negative effects, and sanity loss for 30 seconds.

Although it's highly unlikely that you'll need it, it's always good to be prepared.

Liu Zheng opened the armor, smeared some blood on it, and then wrote his name on the back of the statue.

The blood was quickly absorbed by the surface of the wood and disappeared without a trace.

In a daze, he seemed to see the Twisted Saint turn his head, looking at him with a pained expression and compassionate eyes.

Behind the Twisted Saint, instead of various murals, are rows and rows of towering bookshelves.

Suddenly, a strange-looking creature crawled out of the shadows.