This heretic cannot be burned, he must be hung up and whipped!

He stopped in front of a child lying in a pool of blood with his hands chopped off. He bent down and tried to help him up, but the child was already dead.

He felt the city's weeping, the exultation of utter violence and suffering from deep within the Warp—the laughter of a true demon. He saw the worst sins that could be committed by man in the name of his faith.

He saw the strange vision rising from the city. The souls of countless dead civilians in the warp and the prayers whose faith was tainted were impacting the barrier of reality. The connection between the warp and reality was getting deeper and deeper, and the atrocities continued.

"Clap!"

PS1: I don’t ask for recommendation votes for this chapter. When I was writing about the atrocities, my mind was full of scenes from the materials I looked up. Bei Zhai felt sorry for Jesus... I will refresh and add some pictures every five minutes.

PS2: All the atrocities committed by the Crusaders mentioned in this chapter are based on the original text of the massacre scenes recorded by the military chaplain of the Count of Toulouse of the Frankish Kingdom who participated in the siege of Jerusalem.

Bei Zhai didn't understand why these devout believers would go against the doctrine and do such things. Did God give people a reason to commit crimes, or did he give people a safe haven where they would not be morally tortured after committing crimes?

When writing this chapter, Bei Zhai checked a lot of shocking historical records. Some of the detailed details almost made Bei Zhai vomit. What a fucking beast... No wonder Trench Crusaders set hell to come at this time!

Unlike the Nanjing Massacre, for which there are photos, this human catastrophe that occurred in Jerusalem in 1099 AD can only be glimpsed through the victors' words and deeds.

Red Tide: 1921: Chapter 67: Then, Let the World Burn

Friday, July 16, 1099 (Good Friday)

"We must destroy the mosque, rescue Holy Christ, and put an end to Christ's decades of suffering in this city!"

Fanatical shouts echoed in every corner of the city. The Crusaders were so bloodthirsty that they had long lost their reason and humanity.

Morality, compassion, even the most basic fear, vanished from them. In this environment, these armed madmen could hear nothing. The Crusaders' eyes were red, their breaths were heavy, their robes, armor, and weapons already stained with the blood of the civilians. Without even a moment to wipe the blood from their bowstrings, they fired directly at the civilians hiding on the roof of the Al-Aqsa Mosque!

The chaplain excitedly scribbled a few words in his diary, then threw down his pen and paper and threw himself into the carnival of liberating the holy city:

"What else should I note? No one escaped alive, not even women and children—hahahaha!"

His hands were stained with ink and blood, and he rushed towards the nearest group of terrified civilians, brandishing an axe.

Some Jews took refuge in their synagogue, thinking they could escape destruction in this holy place. But the Crusaders didn't hesitate! They piled firewood at the entrance of the synagogue, doused it with grease, and set it on fire. The flames erupted, engulfing the entire synagogue.

The Crusaders reveled amidst screams and wails. This was the greatest burnt sacrifice ever carried out in the name of Christ.

"Kill...Kill them!!! For the holy war! For Christ!! Sacrifice their blood to Christ, and their skulls to the throne!"

History will remember this day, how Christians, at three o'clock on Friday afternoon, the day and hour when Christ died for the salvation of mankind, broke into the place they called "Solomon's Temple" - and carried out a hellish massacre.

It was at this moment that a disturbing sound began to be heard faintly throughout the city, as if countless glass objects were breaking at the same time.

"Snap!" "Gu——" "Buzz——"

Amid the piles of corpses in the gutters, above the holy images covered in the blood and viscera of innocents, gray-black, twisted mists reeking of sulfur and rust began to form. Like living creatures, they swirled and spread through the city's streets, searching for hosts to attach themselves to.

The barrier between the subspace and reality was finally completely broken under the energy impact generated by mankind's extreme pain, despair, hatred and madness that lasted for nearly two days.

All creatures contaminated by these auras, regardless of their status, size, strength, human, animal, or even insignificant insects, are injected with crazy toxins, start to go crazy, and start attacking each other!

“Roar—!” “Kill!!!” “For the Holy Christ!”

The locusts, having devoured the blood of the living, swelled rapidly, and crowns sprouted from their heads. The wild dogs and rats in the city no longer avoided humans; they began to bite each other frantically, even if their skulls were gnawed and their eyes gouged out, they would still devour each other's flesh and blood.

The Crusaders, who were also infected by the aura of the Warp, turned a blind eye to all these horrific changes. They were inspired by an irresistible call from the depths of their souls, and countless people began to march towards Solomon's Temple.

These bloodshot-eyed Crusaders, weapons raised, even dragging bleeding corpses, struggled forward amidst a sea of ​​blood and corpses. Their forms, corroded by the energy of the Warp, gradually became distorted and swollen, or shrunken and elongated. Their limbs bent in unnatural positions, their joints emitting teeth-grinding cracking sounds. Yet, they could neither feel nor see the changes in each other.

These zombies are demons in human skin.

"Christ...for the holy war..."

Muttering prayers, the zombies climbed up the roof of Solomon's Temple, where Muslims were thronging for a last ditch refuge. A new, even more frenzied massacre began. They brandished swords at the huddled, trembling Muslims, beheading men and women and throwing their bodies from the roof. The scene was like harvesting a ripe crop.

Some people saw that there was no escape and chose to jump from the top of the mosque, preferring to be smashed to pieces rather than be caught by these zombies that had turned into monsters. There was a respected Christian scholar from Persia who took refuge in the Dome of the Rock with a group of women.

They had heard that the Crusaders would not massacre Christians, so they tried to show them proof of their faith. However, in this out-of-control orgy, faith had no meaning. They were all killed, dismembered, and trampled upon, their faith failing to protect them in the slightest.

The Crusaders took to dismembering their victims for their own amusement. They piled severed heads, arms, and legs into small mounds, even considering it a "sacrament"—a sacrifice to their twisted faith. Broken bodies, headless corpses, and severed limbs were everywhere. Blood, mixed with viscera, dust, and the scent of the Warp, flowed through the streets in thick, fetid pools.

It was five in the afternoon, but the sun had set unusually early. The blood-red sunset enveloped the city in death and screams, making it impossible to discern any clear patches of peace in this blood-soaked city.

The hills near the Jordan echoed with the groans and cries from the Holy City.

When all the survivors who were considered heretics were slaughtered, these zombies could not find new targets. The killing desire ignited by the aura of the warp in their bodies had nowhere to vent, so a more terrifying scene appeared: they began to attack each other.

Dog bites dog, dog bites man, man bites dog, man bites man!

Twisted beasts, giant locusts, mad rats, and even flies became bloodthirsty, biting exposed skin and spreading filth and disease. The Crusaders spitted everywhere, their faces swollen and distorted, and they bit and hacked each other in the streets, fighting desperately for a mutilated corpse.

The sun has completely set.

"boom!"

With a resounding bang, the city gates suddenly slammed shut by an invisible force. Blood-soaked light shot up from within the city, illuminating half the night sky a brilliant crimson. The few soldiers left outside the city witnessed this horrific scene and felt immense fear. Suddenly, an anxious and painful voice echoed from deep within their minds, urging them to flee as quickly as possible, as far away from this cursed city as possible.

"Run... run... kids..."

The Crusaders outside the city immediately laid down their weapons, abandoned their baggage, and fled without looking back.

In the heart of the city, amidst a sea of ​​blood filled with death and twisted energy, Jesus, in his mortal form, walked, his robes long soaked in blood, turning red and black.

He looked at those who had lost their lives, their faces frozen in fear and pain, twisted to the point of being heartbreaking. He looked at those "believers" who were wielding butcher knives, their faces no longer human, their eyes flashing with bloodlust and madness, no longer the light of faith, but some kind of evil fire from the warp.

His most cherished children were long dead.

He felt the city's weeping, coming from the depths of the Warp, from the souls of countless slaughtered people. He also felt another completely different kind of "jubilation" - that was the real devil, celebrating the huge wound that the Warp had torn in the real world!

"No... We can't do this! No more innocent blood can be shed!"

At this moment, the countless blasphemous whispers within the Warp reached a crescendo. Countless contradictory doctrines and prayers madly assaulted His very essence, tearing and twisting Him apart. He was the embodiment of love, forgiveness, and mercy, but in reality, His name was known only as hatred, murder, and indifference. This immense contradiction and blasphemy caused Him to experience unprecedented pain and division.

As the barrier between reality and the Warp was broken, as the extreme pain tore a rift in His essence, he glimpsed a glimpse of the future.

He saw it.

He saw Jerusalem, a city now drowned in a sea of ​​blood, the source of countless conflicts, wars, and suffering for countless years to come. He saw more than a third of the world, as prophesied in the Bible, consumed by the flames of hell.

He saw a future of devastation, of devastated mountains and rivers, of ruined nations. He saw humanity driven by lies and distorted beliefs, slaughtering each other in perpetual peace. He saw a future of dark ages, where his name would be utterly distorted, becoming a banner for brutality and oppression.

Eight hundred years later, the war is still going on.

He was also unable to show up to correct the chaos in the entire Christian world, because although the barrier between the warp and reality was broken, it still had limitations, and the power of his mortal incarnation was too weak to fight against the entire distorted belief system.

He felt that his sanity, his essence as the embodiment of love and mercy, could not hold out for much longer under this constant desecration and pain. He faced a cruel choice: either sever his connection with reality immediately and sink into the depths of the Warp to avoid being completely twisted and assimilated by that evil power, but at the cost of leaving countless innocent people in reality to suffer alone in the coming darkness, with no one to protect them;

Either he consumes a large amount of his essence and pays a huge price to reduce the gravity in the subspace, allowing himself to fall into a temporary sleep and isolate himself from the distorted beliefs in reality, hoping that after human civilization revives and ushers in a new era like the Renaissance, he can reconnect with the beliefs in reality. Then there may be a chance of salvation.

In great sorrow and despair about the future, he made a decision, for the sake of those souls that had not yet been polluted, and to leave the last layer of protection for the innocent.

"boom--!"

He consumed most of his own power and essence, and guided by his remaining will, transformed into an iron wall thousands of kilometers long, which appeared out of thin air in the Sudan area. With a supernatural power, he geographically separated the remaining Islamic world from the Christian world that was gradually corroded by the warp.

Then, he felt a strong sense of exhaustion and detachment. His consciousness began to blur, and the countless wailing, laughter, and twisted prayers in the warp gradually faded away, and his connection with reality was completely severed.

Afterwards, he fell into a deep sleep, severing his connection with reality amid countless wails and prayers. Carrying disappointment and hope in human nature, he floated in the shallows of the ether sea and fell into hibernation.

"My chance has finally come!"

At the moment when the light of Jesus' essence began to dim, the subspace existence that replaced Jesus in Jerusalem, the "God", let out a roar of ecstasy.

He had been lurking at the edge of reality's cracks, greedily observing all this. He had a plan in mind, knowing that as long as he could force Jesus into a desperate situation and force him to consume his essence, he would have the opportunity to replace him.

At this moment, He no longer hid, and once again slipped into the Warp, swallowing up the dormant, defenseless essence in one gulp with an all-consuming gesture. Jesus' final sacrifice, in turn, became His prey.

Inside the city, the Crusaders, blinded by bloodshed and stabbed to a pulp, their bodies tugged by invisible threads. They were dripping with blood from head to toe, a sight that would send shudders down the spine of anyone who beheld it.

"Kill... sacrifice... leave no one alive..."

He commanded these "zombies" that were completely contaminated by the aura of the warp, dragging out more hiding survivors from the piles of corpses and from the ruins, and killing them like livestock, leaving no one alive.

When the last innocent in the city had died, the remaining nobles and priests made their way to the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, where they sang hymns to Christ, clapped their hands in joy, bathed the altar in tears of joy, and then marched through the streets leading to the Holy Sepulchre.

Suddenly, a voice came from the crowd, and the zombies looked at the source of the voice blankly:

Yes, it must be Christ. Christ felt their loyalty and came down to earth to reward them.

“All you who love Jerusalem, rejoice and be glad with her!”

The blackened figure soaked in blood seemed incomplete and kept flickering in reality. He commanded these "zombies" contaminated by the breath of the subspace to act quickly and build a magic circle in front of the holy tomb.

The zombies arrived barefoot and shirtless at the Church of the Holy Sepulchre. Under the command of this Warp being, all anger and revenge subsided immediately. The Crusaders took off their bloodstained coats, letting the cries and painful groans of Jesus echo over Jerusalem. Led by this Warp being, they marched barefoot and bareheaded towards the Holy Sepulchre.

When all the zombies gathered at the skull field in front of the Holy Sepulchre, midnight began to fall; silence fell in public places and on the city walls; only the repentant hymns of these zombies could be heard in the Holy City.

The zombies, following the instructions of the Warp, set up a magic circle. Then, at God's command, they committed suicide together! This was the highest level of blasphemy, desecrating the holy place where Jesus was resurrected and ascended to heaven.

"Yue*yi II Lingyang Eryi Sanling Ba 2 Bang!!!"

With a loud bang that shook the heavens and the earth, the stone door of the holy tomb was blown open by a powerful force.

From within emerged a being radiant with holy light. That light, so dazzling, so pure, formed a stark contrast to the surrounding sea of ​​blood. This was the Warp Being, the false God who had devoured much of Jesus' essence. It had succeeded!

“I did it….Haha! I did it—hahahaha!!!”

For the first time, He gained a body and walked among the human world, amidst a sea of ​​blood and corpses, in a city filled with death and filth. The blood and broken limbs of humanity did not disturb Him in the slightest. His light was so dazzling, as if he were a truly descended angel.

Then, his figure gradually dissipated from the mortal world. He had more important things to do: he had to travel to Rome to receive that enormous "legacy"—the immense power accumulated by humanity's millennia-long faith in him as "God," as well as the secular power and influence wielded by the church.

Immediately after the false god's figure disappeared, more creatures of various shapes and forms poured out from the exploded stone gate. Some of them were demons from hell described in biblical stories, while others were creatures bred in the warp.

This Warp existence—no, now we should call Him "God," because He has replaced the real Jesus, stealing His power and faith. He has already secretly reached a fragile agreement with Hell.

He promised Hell one-third of the human world, allowing them to wreak havoc in these areas in exchange for the temporary cooperation of the Lords of Hell, ensuring that he could consolidate his control over the real world.

"For the greater good!"

Seven Hell Lords emerged from the portal. They were the rulers of Hell, locked in a long-standing civil war. But now, for the greater good—the vast territories of the human world and countless souls—they put aside their hatred and formed a temporary, tacit alliance.

They stood in front of the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, looking at this holy place that had been completely desecrated.

"Let the world burn."

Beelzebub whispered.

The contract has been reached, the door has been opened, and the Dark Ages has officially arrived.

PS: 260 votes, next update 4.5k meow... The next chapter will be about the battle of Neos Paradise (very happy) Refresh every five minutes, add some pictures

PS2: Coincidentally, a reader's phone in the book club had a bug, causing a group member's avatar to cover Bei Zhai's avatar, just like the fake God elbowing the real Jesus to death in this chapter ()

Red Tide: 1921: Family, please give Jesus a happy ending.

After reading the comments on this thread and the group chat, everyone has their own opinions on the ending of Brother Sa. I am ashamed to tell you that according to the Beizhai outline, Brother Sa has no resurrection match to play - he is completely dead ()

But everyone thinks that a good man like Jesus shouldn't have such an end. Bei Zhai will hold a vote and let everyone decide Jesus' ending. There is no need to rush to vote. The religious reformation will not be launched until after the unification of Europe in the third volume, and Jesus will be involved at that time.

Just vote for different ending paragraphs and deduct 1. If you have your own ideas, you can also write them in the comment section (laughs)

Ending 1: God is dead

The true God is long dead. When the false God was destroyed, the newly born Christianity worshipped a new Jesus, but the old one will never come back. All is gone...

Ending 2: God is a girl

In fact, Brother Jesus is not completely dead. He entrusted part of his essence to the future living saint Luce. Anyway, there is no fixed time and space in the subspace, right?

Ending 3: Kids, I'm back

Jesus was not completely digested after being devoured by the false God. After the false God was destroyed, Jesus successfully connected with modern Christians. However, eight hundred years of war and the contamination of the false God have caused Christianity to be no longer what it once was. Jesus once again stands at the forefront.

Ending 4: Strike Music

After the Terran Unification War, Neos initiated a great renaissance. He spent a decade suppressing religious forces worldwide, leaving the world godless. Having achieved his goal, Neos retired, leaving the remaining religions under the religious guidance of the Human Empire to operate under the Empire's strict regulations. Following his retirement, Neos formed a band with the new generation of Christians and other religions who had come to worship new gods.

Ending 5: Incarnation