Chapter 610 “Rituals”
Chapter 610 “Ceremony”
Today’s blood meal was brought into the hall.
Richard stood under the raised platform next to the Dreaming Skull and watched the gray-robed congregation push the two elves forward, his face as calm as everyone else’s, with a vague expression of anticipation.
The two elves, a man and a woman, were wearing ragged clothes, and underneath the tattered clothes were the scars of many tortures – not only the wounds left by the Sacrifice, but also the wounds left by the “research” and “research” and “research” that had been conducted on the “Dreamscape Skull” before. research” and “testing” of the Dreamland Cranium.
When they were first brought to the hall, their expressions were numb, but when they saw the “saint” and the “Dreamland Skull” under the high platform, the color of panic still filled up from the bottom of their eyes, and they vaguely struggled, but the saint on the high platform only slightly shook his eye stalk, and the two elves were completely covered with blood in the saint’s gaze. However, the saint on the platform just slightly shook his eye stalk, two elves in the eyes of the saint paralyzed and lost resistance – then, a gray-robed congregation holding a sharp knife came forward.
The ceremonial dagger was polished, and as the Annihilationists watched with implied anticipation, the blade sliced through the flesh of the two elves-arms, thighs, and backs, all non-fatal, as if deliberately intended to inflict the maximum amount of torment and pain possible while preserving life, and the “bloodletters ” cuts the sacrifice skillfully and silently.
The “sacrifice” could not even wail or struggle under the eyes of the saints, and the man and woman were held stiffly by several gray-robed men beside the heavy cart, with only the sudden, twisted and grim expressions on their faces showing the staggering agony they were suffering at the moment – while blood flowed from the new wounds on their bodies. The blood flowed down from the new wounds on their bodies, and as if pulled by an invisible force, floated to the mid-air in a way that violated gravity, and then all gathered in a series of “blood storage tanks” on the upper floor of that heavy cart.
The blood flowed in the grooves and went to the black goat’s head, which seemed to be carved out of wood.
The moment the blood came into contact with the “Dreamland Skull”, a terrifying aura and amazing power suddenly erupted from the goat’s head!
The closest Annihilationists instantly felt the explosion of power, Richard felt as if there were countless iterations of whistling and hissing directly into his brain, as if to tear his own soul as if in the mind of the rampage, he saw that the black goat’s head as if it were to come to life, in the violent trembling shaking from side to side, a powerful and full of malice, in a state of chaos, the will! seemed to awaken, and Richard could feel that its gaze was sweeping the hall.
“The Dreaming Skull had awakened.
The two elves who had been offered as sacrifices had fainted, and the gray-robed men who had been the “helpers” had immediately dragged them aside, while the gray-robed cleric who had performed the bloodletting ceremony himself, armed with a sharp knife, raised the ceremonial dagger in his hand, and cried out ecstatically – “I am recognized!
“I am recognized! The Lord will accept me-“
In the next second, a horrible distortion descended on this blood-letting man, and the sound of flesh and blood separating and bones crushing suddenly came from under the gray robe; his clothes bulged, and the constituent substances of his entire body were instantly contaminated, alienated, and rubbed to shreds, and in an instant it was as if countless tentacles grew out from under his robe, and uncountable fissures and laryngeal tongues appeared in his face; however, it was as if this intense pain was none of his business, and this maniacal believer cheered, in ecstasy. The believer cheered and shouted in ecstasy, calling out the name of the Holy One, until his vitality dissipated, until his body heaved and fell to the ground.
The “martyrdom” of the blood-letter meant that the rite was a complete success.
“Take the two ‘blood-feeders’ down,” the saint on the platform immediately ordered, “and keep them alive for the next blood-letting.
“Collect the blood that flows down from the blood storage tanks and distribute it to the assembly points in each city-state for use in the dream initiation ceremonies of the other assembly points.
“The chosen ones come forward and touch the ‘Dreaming Cranium’ to prove that your time has come.”
The saint’s order was immediately carried out, two weak elves were dragged out of the hall, leaving two blinding blood marks on the ground, and another congregation came underneath the weird “goat head” and collected the blood of the elves who had touched the Dreaming Cranium – this blood already had the This blood already has the power to open the dream realm, although it is not as powerful as the Dreaming Skull, but it is still enough to guide the user’s spirit into the Dream of the Nameless One with the cooperation of the ritual, and it will become the key material for those compatriots who are hidden in the city-state to perform the dreaming ritual.
However, the core of the explorers still relies on the “elite clerics” who have direct contact with the Dreaming Skull.
Richard took a deep breath, stepped forward, and placed his hand on the horns of the Dreaming Skull.
Once again, the whistling sound pierced through his mind, and a terrifying pressure erupted from the goat’s head, and a horrible power swept over him. In an instant, the Annihilationist felt that his mind was quickly detached from his own body, and he “saw” that his perspective was rapidly elevated, and his surroundings quickly dimmed, and he saw that his own flesh and blood body was falling backward, and was being helped by his compatriots, and was being held up by his fellow countrymen. He saw his own flesh and blood falling backwards and being helped and carried away by his compatriots. ……
In a trance, he also saw an odd rabbit doll that tiptoed alongside his body, as if hiding itself in the shadows of his body from the Saints’ eyes ……
A rabbit? Why was there a rabbit?
Richard was briefly puzzled for a moment, yet in the next instant, he forgot about the puzzlement.
The Dream of the Nameless One opened its doors to him.
……
The transformation took place. Duncan could clearly feel the change in the “atmosphere” – although the scene in front of him did not seem to have changed much, he knew that the “reflection of the Lost Country” had become something else after the clock struck nine o’clock. After the clock struck nine o’clock, the “reflection” of the Lost Country had changed into another …… “thing”.
The wall clock on the opposite wall once again occurred left and right mirror image, counterclockwise rotation of the watch hand now resumed clockwise rotation, other things in the room because of the mirror in front of the mirror and the mirror image of the things also quietly change, that kind of coiled in the air of the dim sense of the subsidence of a lot, and in the window, the hazy blurred decks and the ship’s side of the clear again, the ship’s side of the sea and the sky as if the spirit world has disappeared, and in its place is the piece of the familiar, boundless darkness and mist.
This is no longer a “reflection”, now, it is a goat’s head dream sailing in Silentis dream – another lost country ship.
But Duncan’s focus was not on the ship for a moment.
“…… The way those cultists utilized the ‘Dreaming Skull’ turned out to be by pouring elven blood on that goat’s head,” he said with a complex and subtle expression on his face. “And they this surprisingly worked ……”
Agatha’s voice came from the side mirror – she had returned to it after the “transformation” had taken place: “From the scene the rabbi described, it seems that rather than the ritual being successful, the ‘Dreamland Cranium’ has been transformed into an elf’s blood. ‘Dreaming Skull’ was activated, it was more like the Dreaming Skull was enraged and then executed those who performed the ritual – an ‘execution’ that they considered honorable.
“For now, it seems that the elves who were used as ‘sacrifices’ should not be in fear of their lives for the time being, and the cultists will keep them alive as a steady source of blood – but until this ritual ‘matured’, perhaps many of the elves used as ‘sacrifices’ had already died on that ship ……”
Duncan didn’t say anything for a moment, just nodded with a grimace, and after a few seconds he glanced at the mirror not far from his side.
Agatha’s figure was being reflected in the mirror, and other than that, the mirror no longer reflected the real-world scene aboard the Radiant Star – Lucrecia’s figure had naturally disappeared as well.
Lucrecia’s figure naturally also disappeared. She stayed in Light Wind Harbor and should have already entered the “dream world” by now.
“Lucy, how is the situation on your side?”
“It seems that the Lost Country’s distance from Lightwind Harbor couldn’t stop the Dream of the Nameless One from happening – I’ve returned to the forest, and Shirley is with me,” Lucrecia’s voice entered Duncan’s mind, “I’ve also contacted the rabbi, who is still parasitizing the cultist. , which is still parasitizing that cultist and is not currently exposed.”
Duncan was silent for two or three seconds, “…… What do you think of the ‘ritual’ they performed?”
“A bunch of crazy, stupid people, dealing with fragments of an ancient god in a stupid, crazy way, the thinking is off, the methods are wrong, and the cost is high – but on the contrary, they got the result they wanted to a certain extent, and as a scholar, I don’t understand it, or approve of it, and “Lucrecia’s face was complex, her tone seemed to carry some kind of resentment, “It’s like a bunch of retards banging on a malfunctioning differential machine with a stick, and it turned out to fix the machine, it’s simply ……”
She simply half-heartedly, finally stifled a sentence, “It’s simply a disgrace to intelligent creatures!”
Duncan murmured, “But they succeeded – even though the approach seemed like a death wish.”
Lucrecia’s expression suddenly became even more complicated than it had been a moment ago.
Noticing the resentful expression on this “witch” lady’s face, Duncan did not continue to stimulate her, but instead changed the topic without moving, “It seems that there is indeed more than one goat head, but I’m afraid that not many of them have complete sanity, and it may even be true that there is only one ‘first mate’ of mine. First Mate’ one.”
He then paused, thinking as he continued, “It’s also because the ‘goatheads’ in the hands of those cultists don’t have complete sanity that their outrageous rituals have the possibility of succeeding – the The ‘Dream Cranium’ only reacts instinctively to external stimuli, and one of its instinctive reactions happened to help that group of Annihilationists open the door to the Dream of the Nameless.
“It is still unknown whether this ‘method of operation’ was tried out blindly by that group of Annihilationists themselves, or whether it was taught to them by that group of godly Endbringer preachers, and even if the pathway for the Annihilationists to ‘enter the dream’ is figured out , the way for that group of ‘sun followers’ to enter the dream of the Nameless One is still a mystery ……”
“Could those guys who follow the Black Sun also have a ‘goat head’ in their hands?” Lucrecia subconsciously thought of this possibility.
“Anything is possible – but intuition tells me it shouldn’t be that simple,” Duncan frowned and shook his head while thinking, “So far, there are only two kinds of Sun followers who have entered the Dream of the Nameless One, one is the one who initially One is the ‘son of the sun’ who showed up once, and the other is those ‘sun remnants’ who seem to be human but not human, as human ordinary sun magistrates and believers have not appeared, and no matter whether it is the ‘son of the sun’ or the ‘remnants’, the sun followers have not appeared. ‘ or ‘remnants’, they were not human.
“They are ‘ancient divine superfluous creatures’ whose spiritual structure is vastly different from that of humans.
“The way these guys enter the Dream of the Nameless One may be very different from the Annihilationists.”
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