【The priest is preaching to this world】

【Every word he spoke is a favor】

[I finally understand that the ugliest one is not the demon in his words]

【But the words themselves】

Just as the villagers said, there were dangers all over the way, and the sea of ​​blood was like a spring leading to hell, and countless demons would crawl out from it. Every time I saw their ugly bodies, I trembled disgustingly.

I had knives in my hand, so I started killing them because they all deserved to die.

In this way, the road I walked was filled with the devil's corpses, but this behavior did not extinguish my anger, but instead became more and more intense.

I can't understand why this is the case, but over time, this behavior has become my belief and has carried out my long journey.

I don't know how long after, my knife opened the devil's chest and how many heads I chopped off

Maybe it was the butcher knife that angered some kind of existence in hell, and finally I met a powerful demon that day.

It was as high as a hill, and its whole body seemed to be made up of countless broken muscles. Every step you took, you could feel the earth trembling. It had a nearly square head, and it was covered with a stinky linen. And its mouth was sealed by dense lines, and those lines penetrated into its lips and face. I think its tongue must have been cut, and those lines were sewn in its mouth, connecting its chin and its palate, and tightly sewed to its throat.

It must be the devil's filthy words that angered the gods of heaven, and this is its due punishment.

But the merciful God did not take its life

But I am not God so I want to carry this punishment to the end.

That war was very hard, this demon was too powerful, I fell down again and again, maybe it was faith that gave me strength

What is my faith?

Actually, I don’t know that I just think that if the temple at the end of the sea of ​​blood can give me lost memories, then it must be a beautiful place to realize all wishes.

That's my faith

So I stood up again and again, and the blade chopped into the demon's bones again and again.

In the end, I once again gave the devil the punishment he deserved with all my scars.

When I walked past its body, I knew it was called Hobert, because I saw a brand with the name on its back spine.

What does this imprint mean?

I don't know, my mind even automatically bypassed this idea in fear.

I can only move forward

The sea of ​​blood is very long, long, long, long, long, far, I dragged my tired body, and slashed one demon after another in my hand. I remember that from a long time ago, I was so tired that I couldn't walk any step. Every time I breathed, I could feel the pain tearing all my nerves and giving me unimaginable pain, but I still walked towards the temple where I had only heard of the name.

that's all.

that's all.

Finally, I seemed to see something. The sea of ​​blood drifted across the shadow of a high mountain. On the other side of the mountain, there was clear river water, and the waves hit the shore, and I could almost feel the coolness.

Inexplicably, I knew clearly that above the mountain was the [Forgotten Sacrifice Hall] I was looking for.

Finally I walked to the most beautiful place in this paradise.

However, the darkness before the end point came as scheduled.

I met the most powerful demon. It was a dry and thin monster. Its eyes were sewn to death by needle thread, and there was bright red blood in the needle hole.

It is not because of its power.

But it can speak.

Language is like a deadly poison. It says to me that all this is false. I have been walking along the way, the cruelest and most painful path in the world, and I am about to enter a more terrible cycle.

It said to me, don't enter the temple.

It must have been lost, a poor body without faith, its soul eroded by evil, so, on behalf of God, I took away the last word from its throat.

Rest in peace Mary.

That was the name it said before it died

Then, I climbed the rocks, crossed the mud, and exchanged the most unbearable pain for those close to the top of the mountain, even a centimeter away.

Finally, the magnificent temple appeared in front of me.

In fact, it is not very magnificent, and it is even a bit simple. The huge chimney is like a huge mouth facing the sky, vomiting out thick smoke. But it doesn't matter, because in my heart, it is the most beautiful Garden of Eden.

I pushed open the door

Then

The scene before your eyes

I even forgot to breathe.

This is a factory, a slaughterhouse, and hundreds of pigs are on the chopping boards that are ahead.

The sound of tearing open the fat meat almost formed an uninterrupted buzzing sound, and the meat scraps and blood flowed along the tube to the bottom of the mountain and poured into the sea of ​​blood.

What shocked me even more were the guys who chopped meat with butcher knives.

They are actually the demons and those with pig heads.

They were like laborers here, chopping the fat pigs with butcher knives in their hands, one by one, and countless people with angel auras on their heads were wandering around them, holding long whips in their hands, constantly whipping them.

Here is my one who yearns for the [Forgotten Sacrifice Hall].

My brain began to hurt and began to roar, as if I was telling me in fear not to move forward anymore, but I still walked towards the depths of the temple with heavy steps, and I knelt in front of the priest.

"Give me that medicine, I want to regain my memory

Because I haven't spoken for a long time, my voice sounds like rusty gears.

The priest was kind and he did not ask me for anything, but he did not give me medicine.

"Oinke, you are a devout believer. You don't need any medicine. If you want to regain your memory, you only need this."

He said, and handed me a mirror.

I raised the mirror with my trembling hands and presented it to me was the face full of scars and sewn with silk thread.

The thread was like Hobert's mouth, like Mary's eyes.

My brain is burning, I don't know what this means, I just looked at it

Suddenly, I found something on that ugly face. It was a thread. For some reason, it was not sewn into the flesh, but was spiked out, as if tempting me and pulling it away.

My hands started to tremble, but I still pinched it

Pull-!

Ahhhhhhhh!

The lines collapsed, bleeding and painful, but I didn't care at all. What was hidden under that face!

Hidden truth!

The truth I don't want to know!

But it was too late, and I was pinching the thread that had been pulled out in my hand!

My skin fell off, under that skin

It's another face.

One

pig!

of!
Chapter completed!