Chapter 605: Chapter 605: The Path of Offering
Boloz led Diana along the Taist River for a long ti, the moon hanging silently overhead.
From ti to ti, security teams carrying lanterns walked past on the street ahead. Boloz always stopped perfectly in the shadows of buildings to evade them before finally reaching their destination: a small church standing at the intersection of streets.
Diana looked up at the church, which was completely different from any church in her mory. Even by the standards of a community chapel in 2009, this church appeared overly dilapidated, seemingly unused and untended on normal days.
“Bang, bang, bang…”
Boloz rhythmically knocked three tis on the door, causing dust to shake off. She paused for a mont, then looked cautiously back at the street behind her.
Diana felt sothing approaching, but without the Spiritual Vision Skill, she couldn’t see what was behind the door.
At this mont, a chill seeped out from the crack of the door. The small window on the door slid open with a swoosh, and it was pitch black inside. Diana stood to the side, unable to see anything.
“Password…” a strange voice drifted out from the small window, its gender indiscernible.
“Afraid of the Ancient God’s Blood,” Boloz whispered.
Creak, creak… thump, thump, thump…
The wooden door cracked open, a cold breeze blowing from inside.
Boloz glanced at Diana, signaling her to follow, and they quickly slipped through the door.
As soon as they entered, Diana’s eyes hadn’t adjusted to the darkness inside. She only felt pitch black on all sides. The door slamd shut behind them, and she instinctively turned to look back, not feeling anyone else around.
Who had opened the door?
Diana stood still in the darkness, waiting for her vision to adjust to the surroundings.
“Diana, co with .” Boloz’s voice ca from ahead.
“I can’t see anything,” Diana said.
“This way.” Boloz took Diana’s hand, leading her forward.
In the dark, Diana touched a chair beside her, and her vision slightly adjusted enough to glimpse the basic layout of the small church. It was not large, with a few rows of long benches, and the prayer altar was only about a dozen steps away from her.
On both sides of the altar, there were spiral staircases leading downward. They descended one of them and walked for quite so ti before reaching the bottom.
The church itself was not large, but underground, there was a reasonably spacious small room with a stone bed in the middle and candles lit at all four corners, providing so rare light inside.
Diana also saw a white stone stele behind the stone bed, covered in bloody handprints, terrifyingly eerie.
They were not alone, as four people were already waiting there, all dressed in brown-green hooded robes. One of them was much taller than the others, holding a burlap sack.
“You’ve finally brought a sister,” spoke a hooded figure, her voice indicating she was female.
“Let’s begin,” Boloz said with a smile.
Boloz looked at Diana and held out her hand.
“What is this place? What are we going to do?” Diana asked.
“This is where your wishes co true. Once the ritual is complete, we’ll be family,” Boloz said with a smile.
Diana saw the people behind her preparing sothing. They picked up copper kettles placed next to the stone platform, pouring a red liquid that looked like blood into silver goblets.
“Diana, take off your clothes,” Boloz said, taking a goblet from her companion.
“You said you were taking out for fun,” Diana said.
Boloz placed a small hourglass on the stone platform and then dipped her finger into the goblet, saring the blood.
Unable to escape the influence of the hourglass, Diana undid her buttons, letting her white shirt slide down along her body’s curves to the ground, then she removed her skirt.
After she removed her clothes, those people in hooded robes couldn’t help but secretly admire her.
“She will be a perfect vessel.”
“She is stronger than the average woman, I hope the mutation speed will be slower…”
“Look how robust her abdon is! She will definitely give birth to a healthy Divine Son.”
They whispered among themselves.
Boloz walked over to Diana, sared blood on her body, traced her collarbone with two fingers, then moved down along her chest line, drew a circle on her abs, and left a mark on her navel.
He then went behind Diana and started to sar her back muscles.
Diana felt the blood was still warm, sticky on the skin, sowhat uncomfortable, but her body refused to obey her commands, sticking motionlessly in place, letting Boloz sar her body.
Her arms, thighs, and calves were all marked with mysterious symbols in blood,
“You will beco His bride, Diana, bearing the offspring of a god, isn’t this what you always desired?” Boloz laughed.
“Boloz, you are doing sothing dangerous.” Diana stopped pretending, she had figured out Boloz’s intentions, and now, she would break free from her bonds, burn these heretics, and take the hourglass.
Flas began to erge all over Diana’s body, her hair turning red from the roots.
“Ha! A witch! Control her.”
“Control her! Let the witch bear offspring for the god! There couldn’t be anything better!”
The robed figures said sinisterly.
Diana frowned—it seed these people knew quite a lot, even about witches.
Boloz also seed surprised; he hadn’t expected to encounter a witch.
Diana had just started to burn, but the flas on her body were extinguished, the blood on her body covering the flas’ patterns, the blood slowly seeping into her skin, suppressing her witch powers.
“This blood…” Diana crossed her arms in front of her chest, trying to rekindle the fla within her heart, but each ti power surged, a huge cockroach face appeared before her eyes.
“What is that! Fuck!” Diana stepped back.
Boloz laughed, grabbed the hourglass, and aid it at Diana.
Diana stood still, her hands slowly hanging by her sides, her muscles tense as she struggled against the small hourglass, but it was futile.
“Diana… drink this.” Boloz brought a silver cup to Diana’s lips.
“In your dreams!” Diana thought, her lips tightly closed, teeth clenched, trying to turn her face aside.
“Think about your desires… you will step on the path to the delivery room, Diana, open your mouth, drink.”
Diana’s mouth slowly opened, Boloz poured all the remaining blood in the cup into her mouth, the dark red blood, still warm, gurgled down her throat to her stomach.
Diana frowned, her face flushed, red rashes appeared on her body, feeling a burning sensation in her stomach, the blood burning her intestines and stomach like sulfuric acid.
Diana felt discomfort, an expression of extre nausea appeared on her face, her abs contracted, and she vomited half of the blood onto her chest and Boloz’s apron.
Diana knelt on the ground, looking around, saw walls and floors crawling with cockroaches, the cockroaches flapping their wings for brief flights, landing on Diana.
She was scared and quickly slapped her arms and legs, trying to drive the cockroaches away, but her palms only t her own skin; the cockroaches were illusions.
Diana slowly lay down on the ground, her brain in severe pain, she curled up, sighed deeply, and then fell unconscious.
Boloz smiled, turned his head toward the companion holding the sack.
“Take her to the delivery room.”
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