The Reiki Era of the Powerful

Chapter 85 I want to sell myself

In front of Xie Lun Sen, it seemed like a hell, with dozens of pollutants crouching in the blood all over the ground, howling frantically.It was a freshman carnival.

Although before he came in, this place was also a hell.

Where he is now is a church in a slum.

Or rather, a place of pleasure masquerading as a church.

The "priest" raised some young girls, controlled them with fear and drugs, and forced them to use their bodies to "atone" for the guests in exchange for a lot of money.

When Sheron, wearing a black cloak, walked into the church, an unsightly scene was happening.

Maybe he thought he was also a guest, and no one stopped him at first.

Xie Lun looked past the distorted scenes, looked at the girls who were chained to the cross, and asked in a low voice, "Are you willing to serve the gods?"

The girls stared at him blankly, silently.

Gods, demons, and humans may not make any difference in their eyes.

Xie Lun thought they agreed, and he took off the cloak on his body.

Under the cloak is a monster with the head of a sheep and the body of a human.

He has a black goat's head and horns coiled on both sides of the head, his upper body is covered with rough wool, but his lower body is covered with slippery fish scales.Although his body and spirit have been severely mutated, miraculously, he still maintains a roughly human figure, at least with hands and feet.

Xie Lun gently kissed the girls' foreheads, as if he was kissing his lover tenderly.

The girl started howling.

The man starts to run away.

The monsters broke free from their chains and began to bite their masters and guests.

The blood flowed down, gathered into a river, and flowed to Xie Lun's feet, sticky.

Someone also tried to resist, drew a long machete from under the table, and slashed at Xie Lun, but was torn apart by the pollutants before he could reach him.

In the end, the torn remains twisted into the same pollution, and they gathered together, shouting the god's prayer frantically: "Mi gardas Kapricornon."

Why are they fully inspired?And he didn't?A trace of doubt flashed in Xie Lun's mind.

He can pronounce every syllable of the prayer, which is not difficult, but he has not yet grasped the full meaning of this sentence.This is not a complete revelation.

Or, not outright pollution.

It seemed that there was something deep in his heart preventing him from taking the last step of no return.

Obviously he chose to believe in the gods, and obviously he was also happy because of his belief, but it was himself who stopped him.

Therefore, as the spreader of pollution, the degree of pollution on his body is somehow lighter than the monsters polluted by him.

The Blackstone Institute divides pollution levels into four levels: light, moderate, heavy, and complete.

Light pollution means that the spirit is shocked, but the body has not changed.Those who are lightly polluted usually recover on their own after recuperation and do not need special treatment.

Moderate pollution refers to physical and mental changes, but the degree is not serious.Moderate polluters can be treated by surgical operations, mental counseling, etc., but they may leave certain sequelae. If conditions permit, it is recommended to use spiritual potions for auxiliary treatment.

Severe pollution refers to serious changes in the body and mind, gradually breaking away from the scope of human beings.Ordinary medical methods are no longer effective for heavy polluters, but if there is an opportunity to use large doses of spiritual potions to suppress them, there is still a glimmer of hope.

Complete pollution refers to pollutants, the body has been completely mutated, and the spirit has converged with the god it belongs to, which can no longer be recovered.The Blackstone Research Institute has only one attitude towards them—kill them.

According to the research of the first research, only the pollutants can fully understand the prayer, but their thinking has been completely confused, and communication is lost.However, moderate to heavy polluters have only a vague concept of prayer.

Sharon Sen is a heavy polluter.

He is different from those pollutants.

They were closer to gods than he was.

Looking at the twisted and crawling pollutants on the ground, he suddenly lost the joy of spreading faith for the gods, and felt a little bored for no reason.

So he showed a distorted smile, picked up the machete on the ground, and chopped up the pollutants one by one.

When dawn came, Xie Lun Sen held the knife and tilted his head to look at the wriggling pieces of meat in front of him.

They are not dead yet.

Only superhumans who have been transformed by spiritual power can kill pollutants.

Besides, not even him.

The power of pollution also cannot kill the same kind.

similar……

Sheron sneered.

The flesh and blood chopped up by him is wriggling and merging, finally forming a huge creeper that covers the entire church.

Pollutants belonging to the same god are inherently similar. No matter what species they were in life, after being polluted, they can almost be identified as the same creature in terms of "blood" and "spirit".

In the absence of spiritual power suppression, if a group of pollutants are smashed together, it is normal for them to regenerate a large pollutant with minced meat.

In the same way, if one pollutant is cut into two pieces and placed far away, then they will become two pollutants.

Even... Xie Lun could feel that the polluted flesh splashed on his body was also moving invisibly, polluting him, eroding him, and trying to integrate into his body.

But what are they?Are they also worthy of access to great gods?
He is the closest believer to God!He is!

He will never be as dirty as them!

The violent will overwhelmed the filthy raving in an instant, and he resisted the erosion of pollution in a different way, and in turn swallowed those pollutants, maintaining a human-like but not-human form.

Pollutants have no concepts of life and death, nor individual consciousness, but Schellen does.

During the fusion, his will overwhelmed the will of many pollutants and chaos, and became the only one.

"Mi gardas Kapricor..." Xie Lun whispered frantically, one step closer to realizing the revelation.

Faintly, he seemed to see the stars in the sky, and also seemed to see the deep sea.

His God is in the sky, on the ground, and in the sea, He is everywhere, He is omniscient, and He is omnipotent.

He is everything, He is everything! ! !
And he is not here.

At this moment, Sharon Sen heard a light knock on the door outside the church.

someone is coming.

The squirming flesh and blood all over the ground are unconscious and will not respond to knockers.They just squirmed, making chaotic and frantic whistling.

The door was pushed open.

It wasn’t the “guest” who brought the money or the original owner of the church, but a girl in thin cloth, about ten years old, with patched clothes, obviously adult baggy trousers Roll around the ankle.

The pupils of the girl's eyes were off-white, apparently invisible.

She was wearing a pair of old shoes with holes, and she stepped on the snow. The skin on her face was already blue from the cold, and her body was stained with blood and dust. She seemed to have fallen a few times on the way here.

The blind woman couldn't see the bloody and terrifying scene in the church, and she didn't know that the original owner of this magic cave was first turned into a monster and then chopped into meat paste.

This place has become a hell in another sense.

She just lowered her head deeply and begged in a very low voice: "I...I want to sell myself."

　Baa Baa diary:
　　The good news is that Ben Baa's fever started to subside today, and her body temperature is not so high.

　　The bad news is that my throat hurts, I can't speak a word, and I can only rely on gestures for everything, so I am forced to start "Daily Life of the Dumb".

　　The soft tamales are delicious.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)