Crossing The Dragon: The King Sacrifices The Princess At The Beginning

This night the revengeful old hunter slept soundly.

The queen of the Black Nest Empire put on high heels and picked up the whip.

The great Lord of the Black Nest rewards himself face to face with the incarnation of the Reward Dragon.

And a group of seemingly normal people have gathered in the dark sewers of Dawn City. They are covered in pitch-black robes and use masks to cover their faces. Each one of them wears a badge on their chest, which is a badge. A heart wrapped in thorns.

"Dear believers, with excited hearts and trembling hands, comb your hair straight and put on solemn sacrificial attire. Today is the day for us to welcome God's grace!"

The person speaking was the leader in black robes. His clothes were darker, like a shadow. He wore a blood crown on his head, with a tattoo of thorns on his face. His eyes were smoky and painted purple. She wears lipstick, her hair is long, one black and one white, with the white covering her right eye. She wears tight pants and a pair of boots she just bought, which are brand new and shiny.

"Your Majesty Bishop, I have a question!"

One believer raised his hand.

Bishop Tights nodded gently: "Please speak."

"Why must our ceremony location be in the sewers of Dawn City? Even if the divine grace cannot be seen by others, we can still go to the forest or other relatively remote places... It is so smelly here, vomit— —!!" As he spoke, the man retched. It would have been better if he didn't mention it. Once he was mentioned, the people around him noticed the disgusting smell in the air and couldn't help but retched too.

"You don't understand, this is the atmosphere required for the divine grace ceremony." The bishop raised his chin and said solemnly: "Isn't the stench bringing you pain? Do you still remember the teachings of our Pain Cult? Endure the pain, Integrate into the pain and become the pain! Have you followed the teachings well during this time?"

"Of course, Lord Bishop, my stomach hurts. I haven't pooped for a month just to feel the pain!" A middle-aged man with acne on his face raised his hand. Covered with fine beads of sweat, it looked really painful.

"Me too, Lord Bishop, I reward myself with cactus every day. I feel like I'm about to become a pain." Another one raised her hand. It was a woman with a sallow face and pale lips. It was obvious that she was also in pain.

The surrounding believers couldn't help but gasp when they heard the woman's words.

This guy is a cruel person!

The bishop gave the woman an admiring look.

Next each believer shared his or her suffering with one another.

They talked about all kinds of self-abuse methods that normal people could not imagine, but everyone's expressions were very excited. In this pursuit of novelty, they gained the pleasure of exploring the unknown, and the atmosphere of the ceremony gradually became enthusiastic.

The leggings bishop feels almost the same.

He separated from the crowd and walked to the center of the crowd. He coughed lightly and attracted everyone's attention: "Brothers and sisters, take out your tokens!"

After hearing this, everyone groped in their pockets and took out symbolic objects that represented the concept of pain, such as barbed whips, blood-stained blades, torn scalps, etc.

"Oh ~ Lord of Pain, our light of the abyss."

Bishop Tights began chanting a prayer.

When he recited one sentence, the following believers would also recite the same sentence:

“May the blade of your pain be ever sharp. We honor our pain and sacrifice our tears, and may our struggles feed your strength. Let us find salvation in your pain and strength in your torture!! "

As everyone shouted, the ground shook slightly, and a huge stone statue rose from the ground.

It was a human figure with a distorted face, and his expression seemed to be the concentration of all the pain in the world. His body was covered with chains and thorns, and the thorns on the thorns were deep into his skin. There was a hole in his heart. As people chanted, the statue There was also a glimmer of light at the heart, and there was a heart wrapped in thorns but still beating.

". . . We are willing to follow your will, whether it is going deep into the heart of hell or climbing to the top of suffering!!"

At the end of the prayer, Bishop Tights spread his arms as if to embrace the statue.

The same goes for all believers.

Under the hood were tears and twisted fanaticism.

It was as if they truly found the meaning of life at this moment.

The bishop knelt in front of the statue and climbed up to the statue step by step. He put his ear against the statue as if listening to something. His face turned from fear to horror, and finally turned into uncontrollable ecstasy.

Under the expectant eyes of all the believers, he suddenly stood up, danced and laughed wildly, his mouth almost splitting to the base of his ears, and a fishy smell like rust filled the sewer.

At a certain moment, the laughter suddenly stopped.

The bishop looked around at all the believers and said with a strange expression:

"God has sent an oracle! God requires us to summon his incarnation! Let more people experience the beauty of pain! Brothers and sisters, we often say that we should be generous and kind people, shouldn't we Do you want to share good things with others?”

"we should!!"

The smile on the bishop's face became more and more wanton, and he raised his hands in the air:

"Then let us release the power of pain and let God give us the power to spread pain!"

After saying this, the bishop stabbed himself in the thigh.

"Uh-huh!"

The painful screams did not frighten the people around them, but made them even more excited. They all took out the props they had prepared in advance, such as blades, whips, candles, ropes, cactus, maces, etc. Then he started to self-mutilate, and the one who hadn't pooped in a month started hammering his own stomach like crazy.

All kinds of shrill screams intertwined into a chaotic and crazy symphony in the sewer.

They admire each other's painful expressions and screams. Everyone gets what they think is happiness in the process, and the painful energy is also condensing towards the statue at this moment.

"O God, please give us humble believers this meager strength!"

Bishop Tights stabbed another knife in his thigh, then placed the bloody knife at the feet of the statue, then knelt on the ground and kissed the dirty ground. The nearby believers rushed over as if they had received some signal. Put various props at the feet of the statue, and the scene is comparable to a large DouM party scene.

"I have heard your call!"

From somewhere, an evil voice sounded.

The bishop knew that the power of suffering he was expecting was coming, and the look on his face became more and more crazy.

Maybe because of too much excitement.

He was trembling and squirming on the ground like a maggot.

When God gives him power, he can transform from a street gangster into the strongest being in Dawn City.

He can do whatever he wants then.

The Winter Guards were just a bunch of ants in front of him!