Section 76: Ceremony

The clouds rich in water vapor stagnated in the air, pressing against the top of the mountain like a thick layer of cotton. The damp mist wrapped around everything that the eyes could see.

Tiny raindrops fell from the dark sky to the ground, and used their thin body to soak the dry soil. They quickly penetrated the gaps of the stones and fixed everything in the mud in the half-slurry state.

Lin Xiang did not enter the valley along the road on the edge of the hills. He chose to have a more complex terrain, covered with rocks and cliffs, covered with weeds and rocks, and a rugged and difficult peak. This road is much harder to walk than the flat valley, but safer.

He flexibly jumped on the pile of stones, leaving no traces of contact between the rubber military boots and the stone surface. The thick morning mist reduced the range of sight that the naked eye could reach to the lowest level. The valley with visibility of no more than twenty meters was filled with potential dangers everywhere.

In terms of heart, Lin Xiang actually doesn't want to accept Cajetano's mission commission. Although this skeleton knight is a powerful parasite, he is an absolute mental patient. In the old days, Lin Xiang had heard and witnessed several similar cases. This type of intermittent attack of crazy mental patients usually have unrealistic delusions and violent desire to destroy and kill. He even had some doubts that according to Cajetano's abnormal sexual desire for women, the consumption speed of the personnel at the D212 base would die tragically at the hands of this terrible madman without waiting for the enemy to attack?

In front of a rock more than four meters high, Lin Xiang stopped, took out the tactical telescope, adjusted the focal length of the lens, and carefully observed the northern mountain road opposite the opposite side, shrouded in heavy fog.

No suspicious movement was found around. Perhaps there was indeed a disguised sniper hidden in a corner, but in such extremely bad weather, the accuracy could extend to a high-power sighting lens that could reach thousands of meters away, and it could not play its original role.

Lin Xiang was like the most flexible spider, walking through the steep rocks. According to the coordinates and maps provided by Colonel Evans, he quietly sneaked into the location marked with the front post of the Knights. Soon, several low buildings with mixed masonry structures slowly showed their figure from the thick fog and appeared in his sight.

The terrain here is very dangerous. A thick concrete wall with a height of more than four meters forms a solid barrier around all buildings. Six machine gun warning towers more than ten meters high stand around the wall. Their shooting boundaries overlap with each other and there are no dead corners between them. Except for a few brand new houses that were obviously not long before they were built, most of the remaining buildings inside the wall are dilapidated. They firmly guard the open ground connecting the valley and the outside world. Anyone who wants to enter and exit here will be discovered and attacked immediately.

Two men with guns were standing in front of the gate entering the base, alerting. From them, Lin Xiang could feel the strengthening of human-specific biological aura. The intensity was at least level three or above.

"Blue potion, 15,000 yuan per piece... What a luxury guy."

He murmured and shook his head, and slowly walked out from behind the rocks, lurking like a ghost on the side of the road not far from the wall.

Currency is the most effective tool to measure the value of an item, and it is also the most fundamental basis for Lin Xiang to judge the preciousness of a certain item.

Dozens of wooden poles about three or four meters long, like street trees from the old era, lead neatly to both sides of the road leading to this small outpost.

Lin Xiang walked carefully for a few steps and leaned against the wooden pole closest to him.

He was surprised to find that this was not a wooden pole in the ordinary sense, but a cross spliced ​​with two woods of varying lengths.

A corpse wearing a light gray combat suit, raised his hands to a height flush with his shoulders, and was firmly fixed in the center of the wooden frame like a doll. A thick rope was rounded over the top of his head, jamming the connection point between the neck and the center of the wooden frame. The palms of the left and right hands were spread out in a flat manner, and each had a big black nail. The military boots on his feet were taken off, and the naked feet overlapped each other, completely penetrated by rough spikes, and were closely connected to the wooden frame behind him. But this was not the cause of his death - just at the chest of the deceased, a sharp wooden stick more than half a meter long nailed through his heart.

A corpse was tied to each wooden cross.

Most of their bodies were incomplete, and it was obvious that they had suffered very severe torture before their death. Some corpses even had large charred marks of burning on the surface. Their death was very miserable, with their faces twisted and deformed due to pain, and their expressions of despair and anger remained. Due to the cold weather, the corpses did not rot, and their naked skin was covered with blue gray. The hair soaked in the rain and the surface of their bodies were covered with frost, making them look like a group of statues of undead who were fixed on the stake with magic.

They are all ordinary soldiers of the Skeleton Knights and the former guardians of this outpost.

Obviously, the outpost has been captured. If we link the previous and subsequent things together, it is not difficult to calculate the true identity of the current outpost occupants.

"Sword of God..."

Lin Xiang was not in a hurry to leave. The reconnaissance mission entrusted by Cajetano also included finding out the actual troops and equipment that the other party had. He himself also wanted to know more about the "Sword of God".

He squatted quietly next to the wooden cross, staring at the outpost hundreds of meters away surrounded by walls and warning towers. The thick morning mist blocked the range that the line of sight could reach, and he could only vaguely see a dark gray building outline.

After carefully observing the surrounding environment, Lin Xiang slowly retreated to the top of the mountain along the road he came, quietly hiding in the rain and thick fog.

The sun will soon rise to the top of your head, and in a while, the density of the fog will decrease significantly.

He decided to wait till evening.

More than a dozen hours later, the night fell and the whole world fell into darkness. The already thin fog during the day became thicker again, and the vision was weakened to a more difficult-to-see minimum.

The night is Lin Xiang’s realm.

While transforming the body, viruses that are adapting to increasingly harsh environments, also give him special abilities to capture breath to lock in the evolution of human positions. His body is like a keen radar, able to accurately detect the precise coordinates of the opponent, and thus react in advance, choose to avoid or ambush nearby.

In the sand bunker at the gate, two guards wrapped their coats tightly and were sleeping. They seemed to have forgotten their responsibilities, and their sleepy bodies urged their brains to relieve fatigue by resting.

Lin Xiang chose to jump up the wall in the direction of the mountains. He could feel that near the gate of the outpost, there were three enhanced human auras hidden in the corners and in the dark. Obviously, the lazy guards were baits placed on the surface, and the sentries lurking in the dark corners were the hounds that were truly alert at any time.

According to the outpost floor plan provided by Colonel Evans, Lin Xiang quickly traveled back and forth between the buildings. Just by judging by the breath, the actual garrisons of the entire outpost were about 60. They were all equipped with assault rifles. In addition to the heavy machine guns mounted on the warning tower, they also had some RPG rocket launchers. In addition to the warning tower and sentries hidden in the dark, most of the garrisons stayed in various rooms to rest. The cold and night became Lin Xiang's best assistant.

In front of a building with a semi-circular vault, he stopped gently.

Judging from the appearance, this house is not very obvious from other buildings. Its area is large, and the lime on the outer wall of the house does not seem to be applied for too long, emitting a slightly pungent smell of dust.

Lin Xiang felt that there was only one person in the room, but he was very powerful, much stronger than any evolved person or strengthened person.

Humans who rely on drugs to be strengthened can only reach half of the superpowers that are evolving people. The evolution level is no longer at level nine. If they exceed this limit, they will no longer be included in the category of evolving people, but will be parasites.

There is no doubt that there is a parasitic in the room. As for strength, it should be about two-star standards.

Lin Xiang, who came to this conclusion, couldn't help but feel silent. In his impression, except for himself, all parasites are under the jurisdiction of the Skeleton Knights. Since that's the case, what camp does this parasite stay in the room belong to?

The door of the room was covered with a faint closure, and Lin Xiang pushed open the door wall like a ghost, flashed through a gap large enough, and hid quickly into the shadow that was unaware of the naked eye.

The room was empty, with several burning thick and bright threads stuck in the walls. They were divided into two rows, and the shaking fire light shone a strange pattern on the ceiling. Directly facing the door, there was a wide wooden long table, and a young man in a black robe was facing his back to this side, bowing his head and busying himself on the table.

He obviously did not notice that there was an uninvited guest in the room. Of course, if Lin Xiang's identity could be considered a guest.

Following the row of cabinets placed on the edge of the wall, Lin Xiang, who was shrouded in shadow, held his breath and slowly approached the table. With the help of the ghostly shaking fire, he saw clearly everything that was blocked by the man in black robe.

This is a young man in his twenties. His skin is very white and smooth. His soft hair scattered along the edge of the black robe collar, covering most of the area of ​​his face. From the side, you can see that his eyes are very beautiful, light blue, and his flowing eyes are as transparent as pure water.

A young woman was naked all over lying on the wooden table. She looked average, but from her appearance, she was about twenty years old. Her skin was covered with some oil, which looked very smooth and greasy. Her figure was slightly obese, and the fat on her waist and hips formed several circles that squeezed each other on her abdomen.

Her eyes were wide open, and her eyes turned into a grayish white like a fish belly. Just at the slightly downward part of her throat, a slender and smooth cut extends to her slightly expanding belly. Under the bright light emitted by the flames, the tender yellow fat turned out from the edge of the fatal wound, filling the entire range of blood lines.

The man rolled up his cuffs with both hands, pushed away the female corpse's belly with his left hand, and pinched a sharp scalpel with his right hand, cutting off the complete liver from the still warm abdominal cavity. With an extremely pious expression, he focused on a clean white porcelain basin on the table.

There are six porcelain basins in the same porcelain. They are filled with various organs taken from the female corpse in sequence. From Lin Xiang's perspective, you can see the heart and the already shrinking lungs. They are soaked in the black blood of the sauce, and the surface shows the unique redness of fresh meat.

On the top of the wooden table is a metal cross decorated with classical patterns in the old era. Opposite the wall of the wooden table, an image of the Lord with cloth material hung. He looked kind, and the halo above his head released a halo full of divine meaning. He held a long sword of a knight from the Middle Ages in his right hand, and the sharp blade penetrated into the top of a grinning skull at his feet, as if he was proclaiming to the world that he was the only master who truly mastered the world.

This is an evil bloody sacrifice. The object of worshipping with fresh corpses is the God who is respected by believers as the omnipotent God.

If Lin Xiang was not wrong, the woman who was dismembered on the wooden table should still be a virgin.

The shaking flames reflected a strange shadow on the wall. Looking at the image of Jehovah reddened by the blood of the female corpse, Lin Xiang could not feel the sacred light emitted by the kind face. Instead, he felt that it was a man-cannibal face, but he just added a human skin to wrap his evil and hideous heart.

The firelight shone two tall shadows on the wall.

One is a man in black robe.

The other one is Lin Xiang.

The worshipper cut off the complete uterus from the female corpse, and slowly put it into the last vacant porcelain basin with extremely focused piety. The moment he raised his head and looked at the statue, the expression on his face suddenly became stiff, and the eyes in his eyes were also filled with hostility and shock with his sudden turn of body.

"Who are you?" The man looked at Lin Xiang in shock. He was shocked and angry. He subconsciously raised his right hand and clenched his fists and rushed over.

Before he could react, Lin Xiang had already flashed behind him, grabbed the back of his neck with five fingers with his right hand and squeezed it hard. The violent shock and the sudden blocked blood flow made his mind stagnant, and then he fainted on the spot and fell weakly towards the ground.

In front of the four-star parasite, the two-star level has no resistance at all. What's more, Lin Xiang's speed has reached the terrifying six-star level.

Looking around and making sure that the actions just now did not cause any movement, Lin Xiang grabbed the man's hands, carried him high on his shoulders, and sneaked out of the outpost along the way.

Following the steep mountains, you can walk several kilometers away in one breath. The mountains here are not high and not too wide, but it is enough to hide two people.

In a dark cave, Lin Xiang threw down the prisoners carrying them on his shoulders. The pain caused by the contact between the body and the hard ground, and the cold that invaded the inside of the body along the skin, quickly relieved the unfatal coma. So when the man woke up, the first thing he saw was the m500 revolver in Lin Xiang's hand that was so big that it reflected a cold and cold light under the reflection of the glowing moss in the cave.

"Tell me all you know about "Sword of God". By the way, I don't like lying people. If you want to try the feeling of being cut off by a scalpel, I'd be very willing to act as your physical condition test performer."

"Did you see it?" the young man took a deep breath, suppressing the blood in his heart and the pain in his body, and shouted hoarsely and angrily.

Lin Xiang nodded gloomy face, and showed the scalpel he had taken between his fingers: "If you want to get away with lies, I promise you will be cut even more broken than that corpse."

Thinking of the female corpse placed on the wooden table, the man couldn't help but chill. He subconsciously glanced at Lin Xiang, but unexpectedly discovered that this hijacker wearing the combat suit of the Skeleton Knights did not emit any breath of a psychic person.

"Discard those useless thoughts as soon as possible." Lin Xiang, who saw through his psychology, suddenly walked behind the man, pressed the cold barrel close to the other party's forehead, and said coldly: "If I want to kill you, you will not be able to live now."

A piece of cold sweat oozed out of the man's forehead. He swallowed hard and stared at Lin Xiang with fear: "If I said that, will you let me go?"

"Yes!" Lin Xiang answered extremely readily.

"Swear! Swear in the name of God!" The man's body was trembling, and his face was nervous and full of expectation.

"No problem! I swear in the name of God." Lin Xiang's expression was solemn that he looked like the most devout believer.

At the Vatican High Religious Academy, Adale is the best-achieved and youngest student there.

Proficient in doctrines, familiar with all religious rules and regulations, and well-versed in the connotation and meaning of the Gospel of God... All of these have allowed Adale to rise in the minds of the Archbishops. In fact, if this handsome young man was not wearing a black robe and a holy cross pattern embroidered with gold thread on his chest, he would be enough to be the object of love for many girls. However, in Adale's view, the so-called love between men and women is just another manifestation of the demon's desire to compete with God for human control.

He is a devout believer. Every morning, he would wear a ring of asceticism made of pure steel and walk into the church gate like a normal person. On several occasions, he was fainted in front of the statue because of excessive hunger. After being rescued, he did not even drink a sip of water, and threw himself on the golden cross, desperately kissing the sacred symbol. In his opinion, this spiritual sustenance is more precious and pure than any substance, and only this cruel way of practice can purify his soul.
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