Chapter 1062: The players of the Kick-Door Group never read the plot, they just kill directly at the door of the BOSS
For Mo Cheng, it would only take a moment to kill all the cultists here.
However, his target this time was not these minions.
The big fish he wants to catch is the evil god behind the cultists.
The evil god who tried to collect the remains of the sea god's bloodline and thus collect the priesthood of the [Ocean].
Mo Cheng blended himself into the shadows and moved closer to the round table to listen to what the eight people were talking about.
"My Lord is very dissatisfied with our progress." The first person to speak was a cultist wearing an octopus mask. His mask was very different from that of ordinary cultists. Ordinary cultist masks were just a flat face with some distinguishing red lines.
And each of the eight people around the round table had an unmistakable marine life mask.
"I'm very dissatisfied with your progress, Octopus." The speaker was a cultist wearing a swordfish mask. He sneered, "Among us, you have contributed the least blood of the Ancient God of Sin. Not only has the probability of our Lord appearing in the world been reduced, but you also want us to clean up your mess..."
Seeing that the topic was becoming more and more tense and might lead to a fight, the cultist with the whale mask knocked on the table and said, "Okay, let's pause for a moment."
This whale cultist seemed to be very prestigious, and the tense situation immediately subsided after his speech.
But this is only on the surface. At least the swordfish and the octopus are still staring at each other in private, as if they are trying to see which piece of meat on the other side looks good and can be chopped off to eat with wine.
Judging from the relationship between them as colleagues, there must have been no anesthetic when they were chopping.
As for the hemostatic medicine, I guess it is salt and pepper.
The Whale Cultist didn't care that these people were not in harmony with each other, and slowly said, "I called everyone here today mainly for two things."
"First, after several years of recovery, our members have become a powerful force. We summoned you here to distribute the Lambs of God properly for easier management."
As he spoke, he tapped the table with his fingers again, and a map appeared in an instant.
"Let's distribute it according to the areas we control."
Eight cult leaders wearing unique masks were assigning the group of new cult members outside, and they were also planning to gradually step forward and perhaps even do something more drastic.
The eight people were not so happy about dividing the place and people. Obviously, this was a real conflict of interest. Mo Cheng, who was watching coldly from the side, was not surprised.
Even in churches of righteous gods, such scenes are common.
Not to mention the most powerful Church of Light. Their Pope and the Director of the Inquisition almost beat the brains out of both sides, and the latter even went to the point of setting up a [New Church of Light].
Then the whale cultist spoke again, "Then the second thing is, let us welcome God's will again."
As he spoke, several cultists standing nearby drew out their sacrificial daggers, some stabbing them directly into their own chests, while others stabbed them into the chests of the people next to them.
The sacrificial dagger had the ability to prevent wounds from healing and to enlarge them. All the cultists wounded by the sacrificial dagger lost all their blood in less than a minute. As the wounds continued to expand, their bodies even dissolved into some kind of colloid.
At the same time, the altar began to emit light slowly. In Mo Cheng's perception, the divine power began to operate in some form, and the altar was the center of the operation.
Then the blood that was flowing all over the ground and the colloid formed by the corpse floated upward against gravity, rising until it was as high as three stories and reached the top of the altar.
All the blood and colloid merged into a mass. From that mass of liquid, no one knew what it was called, some kind of evil thought continued to emanate. At the same time, everyone present could hear a whisper.
The source of the sound seemed to be right next to the ear, but when listening carefully it seemed to be thousands of miles away, vague and unreal, and no one could hear clearly what the whispering was.
As the whispers continued, the things above the altar began to slowly solidify, and then changed.
A head emerged from a sphere, followed by hands, then feet, and finally a complete human figure.
But if you look closely, you will find that apart from having the outline of a human figure, it cannot be called a human at all.
One eye is on the palm of the left hand, the other is on the chest, the nose is at the top, the fingers of the right hand run behind the back, and the face is divided into four parts, appearing on the right chest, the back buttocks, and the top of the head.
It looks like a person was taken apart into pieces and then put back together with a kindergarten-level memory. From the outline of the shape, it is indeed a human figure.
But in fact all the organs are out of place.
I don’t know if this is the evil god’s special aesthetic or some other reason.
But this is not important now. What is important is that the human-shaped outline has a little divine power and is the messenger of God.
Of course, he can also be called a messenger of God.
The messenger of God had a mouth on his left shoulder. His mouth opened and closed, and suddenly the whispers in everyone's ears were replaced by content that they could understand.
"The blood of the ancient sin god has reached Weston. Capture her. The god wants her blood."
"The descendant of the God of Sin is named Helena Seranis. She is protected ..."
Before he could finish his words, a voice interrupted the messenger, "Excuse me, interrupt me..."
Mo Cheng walked out from the shadows, with an undisguised smile on his face, but the smile on his face was bloody, cruel, and also carried the pride of a hunter who had found his prey. "The evil race you are talking about, are you referring to me?"
The messenger of God did not answer, because he no longer needed to answer, nor did he need to do anything.
A hand slowly but unavoidably pressed on the body of the messenger of God, and then an absolutely domineering force violently rushed into the messenger of God, causing the inside of the messenger of God to instantly turn into a ball of blood, which spurted out from the pores.
Because the speed of spraying was too fast, the rapid friction between the blood and the air generated high temperature, forming a blood mist.
The messenger wanted to struggle, but who in this world could wrestle with a giant dragon at close range?
Who else can resist the confinement ?
The terrifying and domineering power swept through the body of the God's messenger. Mo Cheng was searching for what he wanted inside the body of the God's messenger in an absolutely brutal way.
And soon, he [found it]!
That is the connection between God's messenger and the evil god behind him!
The players in the Kicking the Door Group never read the plot, they just go straight to the door of the BOSS.
