Evening Bell Church

Chapter 466 Your God is Lost (23)

The twelve people who were about to be taken out looked at Drake and felt an indescribable feeling in their hearts when they heard this. They almost cried.

Under the gaze of everyone, Drake walked out from the crowd in a heroic and glorious image, with determination and calmness on his face. He looked at Malki and asked: "What do you think of my proposal, High Priest?"

Now, Drake felt so happy inside. At this moment, he felt that he had reached the peak of his life.

Growing up, he has longed for others' attention and admiration, and now he has realized his dream.

This excitement even completely covered the fear in his heart, making him look like a true hero who sacrificed himself.

"This...this is the real hero!" At this time, everyone looked at Drake's back, filled with admiration and admiration.

Malki looked at the righteous Drake and thought to himself: "It seems that Assassin said something to him, but he did not tell him the fate he would face. Since you want to be a hero, it's good to first You handle it well, let the Son of God connect with the consciousness of Cthulhu, and then perform the sacrifice for the best effect. "

Thinking of this, Malki said calmly: "Okay!"

Then, under Malki's instruction, the cultists on the side first released the twelve people back, and then surrounded Drake and took them out.

"Thank you! Thank you!" The twelve people who were rescued expressed their gratitude to Drake with tears and runny noses.

Drake had completely fallen into the role of the hero. He looked calm and said in a soft tone: "Don't worry, you will be fine as long as I am here."

After hearing this, everyone present felt a little relieved.

In this desperate time, a great hero can stand up to save others and comfort them, and the effect is very obvious.

Malki glanced at several cultists to tell them to take a good look at them, and then personally led Drake out of the hall.

Walking out of the hall, it was still raining heavily in the sky.

On the bow of the huge deck, the statue of Cthulhu, soaked by the rain, had grown to a full two meters high.

Surrounding this statue are dozens of short fishmen.

These people were covered with thin scales. Each one was about one meter and a half tall, with a hunched body. Their arms and back were covered with ferocious bone spurs, and their two large claws were as sharp as razors.

This is the Familia who worship Cthulhu, the deep divers, and it takes 25 points of spiritual vision to see it.

At this time, these deep divers knelt on the ground and continued to worship the statue of Cthulhu.

As soon as the two people walked out, after Drake saw these monsters, his face turned extremely pale with fright. He screamed and slumped on the ground, falling out of the hero's shell.

"Oh!? Where did the fearless hero go?" Malki said with a sneer.

When Derek heard this, he quickly calmed down and said in a trembling voice: "This...this...what are you going to do?"

Malki grabbed his neck and said with a hideous smile: "Don't you want to become a sacrifice in their place? I'm just fulfilling your wish."

As he spoke, he dragged his body to the deck where the rain was flowing.

"No! No! I was just joking, no! I am really not suitable to be used as a sacrifice. My heart is extremely dirty. The great true God will not look down on me."

Click!

Thunder and lightning flashed, lighting up Drake's face that was about to cry.

A large amount of rain slid down his face, and it seemed that it was mixed with his tears of fear.

Malki smiled when he heard this: "Don't be so arrogant. It is easier for a filthy person like you to connect with the consciousness of the great true God. Otherwise, how could the Son of God regard your body as a nest?"

"Son of God? What Son of God?" Drake was stunned when he heard this.

The next second, he suddenly thought of the terrifying dream he had had.

In the dream, he was stuffed into his stomach by these monsters. A terrifying monster.

"Could it be..."

When Derek thought of this, his whole body trembled violently, his mind went blank, he didn't know what to do, and he even completely forgot about the words and countermeasures that Su Ge said to him.

Malki dragged him to the statue.

It can be seen that an incomparably huge magic circle has been drawn around the statue. The lines of the formation are drawn with black crystal dragon scale powder. There are twelve independent circles around it, representing the twelve sacrifices that need to be sacrificed. .

By this time sufficient offerings had been placed in these circles.

They all looked like disgusting things like the entrails of creatures and fish, but I couldn’t tell what they were.

Malki grabbed the completely frightened Drake and pushed him in front of the statue.

The statue held him in front of him just right, the scattered tentacles wrapped his head just right, and the two folded wings protected him in the middle like an eggshell.

The moment he arrived in front of the statue, Drake felt an indescribable terrifying force that firmly sucked him onto it. No matter how hard he struggled, it had no effect.

Then, a terrifying force like the sea gradually entered his body through the statue.

"No! No! I haven't slept with the noble lady yet! I haven't become famous yet! I haven't lived a high life yet! No! Mr. Assassin, I don't want to be a hero anymore, save me! Save I!"

At this time, Drake screamed with a crying voice, his lungs splitting, and he was terrified.

"Mr. Assassin? I have dealt with him. No one can save you now, and no one will give you the chance to be a hero." Malky said an extremely cruel fact.

Hearing this, the struggling Drake froze all over, motionless like a sculpture, his eyes gradually dilated, like an idiot.

Malky took a step back and said loudly with both hands: "Great sleeping god, god of the sea, lord of R'lyeh, great god, your servants, your believers pray to you, offer sacrifices to you, offer you the throne, wake up! Come! Bring the end to the world and bring salvation to all mankind! Great and wise true god! Cthulhu!"

Rumble...

As the sound of prayer fell, bursts of extremely strong thunder exploded out of thin air, as if the sky was covered by the thunder.

The sound of rain was getting louder, and the sea began to surge, as if something indescribably huge was about to appear. Even the storm-class ocean-going tanker began to shake violently, as if it was about to capsize.

In an instant, everyone on the ship fell into a severe panic, trembling and not daring to move.

Just when the shaking reached its most intense, a huge and vague figure came onto the ship from the sea, and waves of extremely thick fog gushed out from Drake's body and the statue.

In a few breaths, the huge cruise ship was completely wrapped in fog, and the violently shaking hull gradually calmed down.

The rain was still falling, but the fog showed no sign of dissipating.

"What's going on!?" Malki widened his eyes, looking at the fog around him and fell into deep surprise.

Logically speaking, the statue should have absorbed Drake and resurrected at this time, and then everyone on the ship would be His sacrifice.

"Where is the great true God!?" Malki looked around and murmured.

"Sorry, the fog is too thick and your God is lost." A teasing voice sounded in the fog.