Damn it! Let's smash the darkness together!-Chapter 1271 - 152: Lucky One

Within sight, in front of the group of anthropomorphics, under that rather crude headless goddess statue, a mass is being held that can only be described as extremely evil and bloody.

They left an open space; seven anthropomorphic "believers," either male or female, were thrown forward, all tightly bound, exhibiting quite extreme emotional outbursts.

A corpulent merchant man laughed madly, while occasionally an anthropomorph with a steel whip would suddenly spring out and lash him, splitting his skin, yet he laughed all the louder, filled with delight.

An emaciated old woman sat on the ground, swearing profusely, spitting everywhere, fiercely demanding everyone to die together;

Additionally, there was a pitiful schoolgirl sobbing and begging everyone to let her go;

A beggar, whose body was rotten and oozing, wore a face of satisfaction as if he found joy in it;

A sick person, with venomous eyes, was wishing to gnaw a chunk of flesh off those around him;

Even a man and a woman embraced each other, madly indulging in faith before this statue, under everyone’s gaze, with one full of affection while the other treated it merely as a pleasure indulgence.

Their bodies were covered in all kinds of rotten eggs, thick egg white streaming down, looking both disgusting and obscene.

Such were the scenarios, all different yet all seven displayed extremely fervent emotions.

Enduring hours of torment, these seven "personified" chosen as sacrifices all eventually died.

Their blood and flesh were drawn out, directly seeping from their pores along special routes, absorbed by the statue.

In the end, only a thin layer of sticky human skin remained on the ground.

Because it was so thin, it even looked like a kind of body painting.

Beneath, deeper, there were more similar painted outlines, suggesting that the evil rites held here were not just a single occurrence but had been countless times accumulated.

All seven sacrifices vanished, yet the believers gathered around didn’t disperse, but instead praised the gods all the more fervently.

"Tsk." Xu Shu clicked his tongue, impressed by the high caliber of these anthropomorphs.

After all, throughout the entire evil rite mass, there wasn’t a character described as a "host" like in evil cult movies.

All anthropomorphs present maintained order spontaneously, adhering to certain rules.

Such high self-discipline even made Xu Shu somewhat embarrassed; if it were real humans, they couldn’t achieve such uniformity and would certainly have different, even opposing or questioning voices.

However, perhaps this is the essential difference between anthropomorphs and humans; they can never learn the essence.

Rebellion and doubt are human drives, the truly commendable aspects of humankind. It’s because of them that humans can progress, standing firm in this terrifying world with their frail bodies compared to the deceitful monsters...

For a moment, thoughts of the origin of the universe, the future direction of humanity, etc., emerged one after another.

Thinking thus, he looked down and shook the mermaid.

In an unnoticed corner, the mermaid stuck out its tongue, continuously drooling heavily onto the ground.

Because there were many people around, Xie Xiaochan didn’t notice the mermaid vomiting but only saw Xu Shu trembling, misunderstanding: "Eh, told you not to watch. Feeling sick now? But rituals like these aren’t much. There are many you’ve never seen, more disgusting, evil, and nauseating than this."

"Mhm." Xu Shu responded calmly, sighing softly like a true sage of wisdom.

The waiting time always seems very long, but fortunately, after the mass, the later half of the night didn’t encounter any accidents.

As daylight broke, a smear of fish belly white appeared in the east.

Boom!

Chaos erupted throughout the church.

The anthropomorphs almost "impatiently" ended their prayers without delay.

Moreover, each of them left silently, with extreme indifference, deep vigilance, and hostility toward each other.

It seemed that the fervent believers who called each other brother and sister, intimately like one family last night, were not them.

"Indeed, just like before, this Death Report Ridge is truly weird!" Xie Xiaochan said, intrigued.

"Yes, it’s indeed strange. At night and during the day, they’re like not the same person." Xu Shu was also puzzled; it felt somewhat like the wasteland nights in reality, daytime is okay, but at night a large number of monsters would emerge to besiege the safe zone.

Could it be that the Mother Goddess Church holds a position in the ruins akin to the Star Tower in the wasteland, as the Guardian of this world?

Yet it feels strange, an indescribable feeling...

And...

[After some exploration, you narrowly survived and made it to morning.]

What’s going on?

Narrowly survived what?

Xu Shu shook his head; he couldn’t be bothered to think about such lacking-information matters, stepping forward: "Let’s go! Gather outside!"

At this moment, Lu Bingwei walking behind Xie Xiaochan seemed to sigh with a rather sad determination: "Shhh..."

"Shhh what? Another anomaly?" Xie Xiaochan became alert, her twin tails almost standing upright.

However, Lu Bingwei shook her head: "It’s nothing, don’t speak loudly."

Saying this, she quickly walked forward, heading towards the main door.

At this time, the two Big Axe Gatekeepers originally guarding inside had disappeared without a trace.

This made Xu Shu somewhat disappointed—according to the rules, they couldn’t attack them; he actually wanted to try if he could attack them during the daytime.