The red moon returns

Chapter 436: The ceremony is completed?

Terry had the good fortune to see only the eyes, but Lynch saw the whole picture.

What came out was not the same as those crazy infected people.

This thing still maintains a human form and even wears human clothes, but Lynch really doesn't want to call it a human.

His appearance was vaguely human, with a pair of blood-red eyes, and uneven skin with a rubbery feel similar to that of a ghoul.

Large patches of rot appeared on the exposed parts of the skin, and disgusting liquid dripped from under the festering skin. Dark-brown rotten flesh rolled out from the wound, with tiny pustules growing on the rotten flesh. As it moved, large pieces of the pustules burst open, revealing strange granulations with yellow-green pus flowing inside the pustules. The tiny granulations twisted like worms, emitting a strong stench that made Lynch almost vomit even at a distance of several meters.

As it moved forward, a layer of white frost condensed on the ground with every step it took. As the distance got closer, an extremely strange aura emanated from its body, cold, eerie, and filled with the terror of death.

A huge pressure instantly enveloped Lynch, without any specific target. But that was exactly what was scary. It was just the existence of unconsciousness that created such a huge pressure, which struck the soul directly and made people despair.

Lynch understood how Terry felt at the time. This was indeed a pressure that no ordinary person could withstand, but Lynch was not an ordinary person. The strong willpower erupted from the depths of his soul, allowing him to withstand the pressure and not lose his composure on the spot.

Lynch was very familiar with this breath, and through the body of this thing, Lynch seemed to see a phantom appearing behind him.

A strange green ball of light floated in the air, and countless hideous tentacles stretched out from the ball of light, twisting unconsciously in the air.

Damn, it is you, the Lord of the Ghouls, Mordiggian.

Lynch's heart tightened, thinking that his concealment was not enough to fight against the evil god, but he quickly calmed down.

This is the inside of an out-of-control strange object, it is not real, and what I encountered is not the real evil god, but just a memory about the evil god. In other words, in real history, there really is an evil god here... Wait, that's not right.

Lynch suddenly realized that this will actually had no activity at all. It should be just a dormant will, just like the clone of the Ghoul King he encountered in Zul'grasal before. It did not have such a big impact on the world before it woke up.

I don't have to worry about being discovered for now, but... I wanted to take a carrier of the evil god's will as a hostage? I'm so damn brave.

Lynch smiled self-deprecatingly and watched the monster pass by him.

He really wanted to take out his gun and shoot the little monster in the head, but finally gave up.

Not only because we need to delay time, but also because this thing is the carrier of the evil god's will. God knows what will happen after it is shot in the head. The danger is too high, so it is better to be cautious.

Just as Lynch was hesitating, the thing had already walked past Lynch and into the cave.

The city lord's exclamation was immediately heard in the cave.

Seeing his son's image clearly again, Jackson couldn't help but take a step back, turning back and glaring at old Swain.

"What do you want me to see? Jack, he, isn't he the same as last night?"

"pa...pa" A turbid and hoarse voice suddenly came out from the monster's mouth, causing the inside and outside of the cave to stagnate in an instant.

The muscles on the city lord's face twitched, his lips trembled, and his throat gurgled. He stretched out his hand to touch the other person's face, but after several attempts, he failed. Beside him, old Sven's deep and old voice sounded like the whisper of an evil god.

"You know what I asked you to do, right? I said I would help you and give you a normal son. I won't lie to you. I didn't waste any time last night. How about it? The effect is not bad, right? Unfortunately, it's not completely finished yet. I asked you to come here today because I need your cooperation."

"What is it? Tell me now. As long as I can do it, I will agree to anything." The city lord was shaking with excitement, and he said with a choked voice, "Kill those nosy travelers? Or get rid of the nosy Terry?"

"No, no, no, those are not important. Don't worry, what I need you to do is very simple."

Old Sven smiled and did not rush to explain. Instead, he pulled out a chair and asked the city lord to sit down and started chatting with him.

With the help of the translation of the concentric conch shells, Lynch guessed and analyzed, and finally understood what had happened here from their conversation.

Half a year ago, the city lord's youngest son was murdered by his three daughters. The city lord was very sad. Just when he was about to accept the reality, his old friend Swain suddenly came up and said that Mordiggian, the king of ghouls, had the ability to resurrect little Jack, but the price was huge, and little Jack had to become the vessel of Mordiggian's will.

The city lord actually knew the identity of the Swain family a long time ago, so he was not surprised. His anger towards his daughter and his sorrow for his young son made him lose his mind and he agreed to old Swain's suggestion.

First, relying on the power of Mordiggian, Little Jack's body was turned into a half-dead infected state. According to Old Sven's explanation, this was like standing on both sides of the Styx, neither alive nor dead. Then the body was buried. This was to use the vitality of the crops that were born at the beginning of this year to extract the concept of death from the body and return the body to the side that represented life. Then, these grains that had been extracted of death were used as a medium to kill a large number of lives and sacrifice them to Mordiggian, in exchange for its mercy to help Little Jack wake up.

As soon as Lynch heard this, he realized that this was nonsense. This was obviously a man-made plague, and all those who died from the plague would become sacrifices for Mordiggian. The more people died, the higher the profit for the Ghoul King. The reason why Little Jack was chosen was probably because he was suitable to be the carrier of Mordiggian's arrival. Maybe even Little Jack's death itself was pushed by this old ghoul.

All the gifts from fate had actually been secretly priced. Unfortunately, the city lord of the Third Age did not understand this. Instead, he was overjoyed. Between conscience and personal feelings, he chose personal feelings without hesitation and fully cooperated with all of Old Swain's requests, allowing Old Swain to conduct experiments again and again to allow the plague to gradually take shape, until last night when he finally brought the controlled little Jack to him.

But it was still a body without memory and consciousness, which was not the ending Jackson wanted to see, so everything that happened last night happened.

"In order to regain his consciousness, he must repeat the process of being born from his mother's womb and reconnect with the world through the flesh and blood of his closest relatives. When his mother was gone, his three sisters became his closest relatives. By devouring their flesh and blood and souls, he finally reconnected with the world."

"But he is still so dull." The city lord did not consider his daughter's question at all, but just asked, "Why?"

"It's not effective enough." Old Sven sighed, "But there is a remedy."

The city lord couldn't wait to ask: "What method?"

Old Sven did not answer, but pointed behind the city lord. When the city lord turned around, he saw his long-missed son standing behind him, opening his rotten mouth and biting the city lord's carotid artery.

Amid the splattering blood, old Sven's faint voice was heard.

"Of course, one more is not enough. The effect is enough now. The connection will be established soon. However, it is not Jack who is awakened, but our master. Hehehe, the timing is just right. Now your life and soul are in place. With the humans outside as the first nourishment of the master, the master's will can be smoothly descended into this body and reproduce the glory of Zul'Galazar. Then the master will remember your family... Who?"

Just as old Swain was watching little Jack biting his father's neck with a smile on his face and whispering to himself, he suddenly turned around and saw a figure flash past behind him, and a serrated sword stabbed towards him.

(End of this chapter)