Chapter 304: Morpheus and Mephisto, Preparations After the Holy Codex.

"What are you talking about? I don't understand..."

Morpheus looked at the old man's expression, which was completely unrelenting, and gradually gave up the intention of defending himself.

He stood up from the cold floor, and the doubt on his face gradually turned into unbridled mockery.

He raised his right hand palm upwards, and in the translucent light ball there was a human skin mask roaring in pain.

Saratan looked inside through the transparent and twisted shell. Wasn't that Morpheus, his most favored apprentice?

The demon in front of Saratan put away his palm without waiting for him to look again. It seemed that if Saratan looked at it again, it would be an insult to its trophy.

It couldn't wait to explain its current relationship with Morpheus to the old man in front of it, just like standing in front of the enemy's relatives after winning the war, holding the head of the loser in front of him and showing off:

"When? You are too obsessed. I am Morpheus, from the inside out. The Supreme God has changed mortals far beyond your imagination. Now everything in his soul is inseparable from me. Who can separate us? Morpheus is me, and I am Morpheus."

Morpheus's laughter reverberated in the chapel, but Saratan was no longer interested in admonishing.

The big mistake has been made and the price has been paid.

The soul in the body in front of him is no longer the apprentice he had devoted his efforts to cultivate.

The former Morpheus has paid the heaviest price for his fall, and there is no room for redemption.

"What is your purpose?"

Saratan cooperated with the performance of "Morpheus" and wanted to ask the devil in front of him. He must not be completely sure, and this devil would not take the initiative to appear in front of him.

And in the context of the general situation, this demon should not be reluctant to answer this "self-imprisoned" and pathetic sinner.

"Just like the duties and missions you have given me, it is just a holy book.

But being able to sacrifice his subjects to the almighty Lord of Tampering at the center of his subjects' faith in him on the anniversary of his death at the moment of his greatest defeat, must have touched him, right?"

Morpheus slowly approached Saratan's position, and with a wave of his hand, two psychic servants were blown away by the huge force. The wall with the holy words painted on it in the chapel hall made a dull thumping sound, and dark red blood flowed from the flesh and blood bodies of the two guards embedded in the wall.

Morpheus was still approaching, but Saratan had no intention of retreating or escaping.

He watched this familiar body undergo a horrible mutation in front of him, without even a word of begging for mercy.

Morpheus's body was twisting and expanding, and his curved claws were transformed from the white skin of his hands, revealing an iron-gray texture;

The skin on his body was pierced by the newly grown azure feathers under the flesh, losing the luster of life, and finally turned into pieces and strands of disgusting fragments, hanging unevenly on the demon's new body:

The bones of his spine and cervical vertebrae were proliferating wildly, and the neck of a normal person was rapidly stretched in the terrible cycle of skin being torn and healed, and finally turned into a winding and terrifying shape like a vulture;

The skin on his face broke into four disgusting scratches under his eyes, and the remaining four eyes grew out. The entire skull was softened and stretched like butter, and finally turned into the face of a six-eyed vulture with sharp teeth.

A demon as tall as one and a half floors broke out of Morpheus's body in a short time; his hunched and terrifying form, with the chaotic aura of the Chaos Evil God in the Supreme Heaven, appeared openly in this space with only Saratan.

"Oh, then what will you do with me?" Saratan stared at the demon's torso, on which Morpheus's torn robes were still hanging.

He was not afraid, but he did not try to face the demon's face.

Even though there were countless voices in his mind at this moment ordering him to look directly at the demon's face, even though his mind was like a lone sail in danger in the vast ocean tsunami, and could capsize in the endless waves at any time.

At this point, he had already realized that he would atone for his sins with death.

But since he could live a little longer, he was also trying his best to avoid confusion in his mind, so as to buy more time for more truths to be revealed.

"You are not afraid of me? What an interesting soul... I can't wait to cut open your heart and see if the structure inside is different from other mortals..."

The echo of heavy roars and whispers of viciousness came out of this inhuman demon's mouth at the same time;

Saratan's already fragile body and spirit, just because he heard these words, his ears and eyes were destroyed by the filthy power:

Dark red blood flowed from his facial features that were corrupted and rotten by chaos.

But this tenacious soul still insisted on not leaving his body, firmly leaning on his scepter and standing in place, welcoming his own end with the courage of mankind.

"Very good...very good...I admire your unnecessary courage, what I want is the stubbornness of a martyr like you."

The demon walked up impatiently, grabbed the old man's body as light as nothing, and walked towards the emperor's statue.

It extinguished all the holy candles in the chapel with a wave of its hand, and replaced them with blasphemous blue flames in the next moment.

The chapel, which was once again illuminated, lost all its previous sacred and solemn atmosphere.

Under the strange and evil light, the holy words on the walls and floors were replaced by blasphemous magic patterns;

Even on the stained glass and the murals on the dome that symbolize sacrifice and gift, the eyes and expressions of the characters become full of twisted and evil meanings in the changes of light and shadow.

However, this is only the beginning of the evil's desecration of this place, and more evil transformations prepared for this ceremony and conspiracy have not yet been implemented.

It summoned its own staff from the warp, and then placed Saratan's body upside down under the Emperor's icon.

The sharp and twisted staff was raised high in his hands, and then he carefully avoided Saratan's heart and inserted it into the center, nailing him to the steps at the emperor's feet.

It opened one of its sharp claws and held down Saratan's body to prevent the latter from struggling. Then, while the old man was still conscious, it brutally cut open the flesh of his limbs with its sharp claws.

More blasphemous demonic patterns were carved around the old man's side by its sharp claws stained with Saratan's blood.

Bursts of whispers belonging to the subspace gradually drew closer to reality amid the old man's occasional cries of pain.

In Saratan's almost extinguished consciousness, these nauseating sounds were passing through his deaf ears and entering his mind, becoming more and more clear and noisy...

"Is this all you have?" Saratan's voice came out intermittently from under the demon, and half of the tongue in his bloody mouth was rotten.

But he believed that the demon must understand what he meant, even if the mumbled voice was so weak that it could only be heard at the close distance between the two.

"It's done..."

The demon stepped back and looked at his laborious masterpiece. As the only soul to witness its efforts, the devil decided to explain his premeditation and plan to the precious sacrifice in front of him.

"Just stay here like this. You will live and enjoy the slow death caused by blood loss."

It once again used its spiritual power to perform subtle and precise treatments on the old man's body, but this behavior was not done out of good intentions, but just to make him die "on time."

"Before the first ray of the sun shines in tomorrow morning, the preparatory preparations for the Holy Scripture will begin in advance." The demon paced slowly under the steps and continued his story.

"And I will become like you, standing on the terrace of the Supreme Church, presiding over the earliest morning prayer ceremony for the ignorant believers here. At that time, the torrent of faith here will converge on the central church and you, and you, It is precisely at this time that he will die after 10 hours and 39 minutes of torture..."

"You won't succeed..." Saratan turned his face in the direction of the devil with difficulty, looking at the blasphemous evil existence with eyes that only had blood holes left.

But the curse of the loser is destined not to be ignored by the winner. After hearing these words, the devil just laughed wildly, and then disappeared into the empty and dark hall with a gust of wind.

Bursts of cold wind whistled through the broken windows of the chapel. Only half of the dying people were left in the silent hall. Under the spell deliberately left by the devil, they listened with their own ears as their blood flowed out drop by drop. the sound of.

“Only the emperor’s orders are what we want, and our faith is true.

Let faith cover your reason before you can survive in despair.

Loyalty is not giving, faith is reward.

Reason eventually fails, but the Emperor's faith is eternal..."

In the quiet depths of the church, Saratan persisted in his final prayers.

He listened to the beating of his heart in this pre-death prayer that he performed only for himself, and also sensed the spiritual energy matrix hidden in the flesh and blood package, waiting to be activated at the moment of his death...

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