Chapter 988: omen

"stand up."
Koresh came back with a gloved palm back to the face of the senior blood worshiper, and the man opened his eyes in shock.
He was caught a day ago, and then brought to Guk.
But he remained silent, and Guck hoped to be able to dig up some useful information from him, so let Koresh do the work.
"Where did we just talk about?"
Koresh opened the pliers in the wound on his shoulder and tore the scab formed within a few hours after the last interrogation.
The blood worshipper replied to him with a scream. Just when he seemed to be fainting again with pain, Koresh plunged a syringe into the side of his neck and pressed down the piston.
"What is he doing to me... what?"
The thirty-year-old man's eyes seemed to be staring above the prison, as if there were others in the room.
"‘He’ is making sure you stay awake during the next phase of the trial. I don’t want you to faint because of the pain, and I assure you that it will make you suffer enough."
The blue-faced man smiled and blood ran on his lips.
"It hurts? He feels he knows what this word means."
The prisoner smiled again and stared at Koresh.
"Let me come down from here, and I will tell you the true meaning of pain, the hybrid of the Church of Wendigo, you don't know what torture is at all, your technology makes me sick, you are the most—"
He made the chains that chained him to the wall of the interrogation room rattle, but even if he was not weakened by the torture of these days, even the strongest Oak would be firmly bound by these chains. The past multiple tortures have worked quite well.
This cage was designed for Oak.
Koresh ignored his words and continued his questions.
"Who have you been talking to? All the items have been removed from your body when you were brought in. The reason I know this is because I removed them myself."
Koresh walked to the table in the back of the interrogation room and picked up a scalpel.
"Are you talking to your God? A prayer before death?"
He held the knife and slowly approached the captive, staring at him.
But the prisoner said nothing, just staring at Koresh.
"The last time, who have you been talking to?"
The silence lasted for a few seconds, and then Koresh stabbed the saw blade into the opponent's chest and pulled it up, cutting it to the lower end of his lungs.
Normal people will die soon, but the blood worshipper's body has already undergone a little variation. His barbed limbs are proof, so he will not die so easily.
"Cough..."
The prisoner made half-screaming and half-gasping sounds, and blood poured from his nostrils.
When Koresh was about to continue pulling the knife up, he spoke.
"They... I'm talking to them."
"Who are you referring to? Who are they?"
The interrogator gripped the knife harder, and if the next answer was not what he wanted, then he would twist the knife.
Very skillful in creating pain, he knows the structure of the human body very well.
"Altai, Altai's ghost,"
He said in a voice that wasn't his own, and then his body relaxed, as if saying it alleviated his pain.
"Altai?"
Koresh gripped his chin with his hand, and pulled his head up to face him.
The man's eyeball rolled in his eye socket, revealing his bloodshot eyes.
"Who is it?"
"A group of aborigines living in what is called Moson Canyon, at least until Kaimon’s running dogs came here and slaughtered us like animals... We were still... we prayed to God to let this killing end, but Our gods ignored our calls, at least we think so... but even though our bodies died, our souls remained after they separated us from the physical existence."
"So now a group of dead souls are talking to me?"
Koresh has heard of the Altay people, they are ancient peoples from the old continent, whose history can be traced back to the blank period of the history of human civilization.
They are said to have born the earliest batch of wizards and were also the earliest targets of the Kaimon Church.
Legend has it that they were also the direct fuse of the disaster of beastification, at least the Kaimon Church said so.
Undoubtedly, under the severe blow, they were quickly erased from history.
"perhaps……"
"So who exactly is making the final altar? Is it Altay or you?"
"It's all done, but for different reasons."
"what do you mean?"
"These mortals are a fool of fools. The reason they made those altars is because they believe they can enter the realm of God as long as they are activated."
"What about Altay? Are you going to make the final altar?"
"In order to achieve the goals we have pursued for life."
"What goal?"
"Ah, you asked too much about us, Wendigo Chief Marauder Koresh, maybe our host will answer the answer under your more torture... tell you ~EbookFREE.me~ this The captive's eyes turned again, revealing his pupils and iris.
Koresh immediately grabbed the handle of the knife and turned it slowly.
The captive's eyes suddenly widened and he yelled, but before he could make any sound, Koresh pushed the forearm armor between his jaws and smashed several of his teeth.
"When I removed my arm, the only sound you could make was to tell the Altay people why the ghost was not gone. Do you understand?"
The captive nodded frantically, and blood and sweat trickled down his smooth head.
Koresh slowly moved his forearm out of the opponent's mouth, and then he twitched a few broken teeth to the ground.
"They got the blessing of the blood god, we call it the blood curse."
"I know the blood curse, it's... an advanced ceremony."
"You know too little, blood curse will make a messenger...that is, they are bound to us, they are very good helpers, they can cast invisible shadow curses and teach us a lot of knowledge, ancient knowledge."
"So... what does it intend you to do?"
"Call a messenger of God."
Koresh frowned, remembering the information he had received earlier.
"You plan to sacrifice the entire land?"
In the history of the Wendigo Church, similar ceremonies have been carried out, and it was with this ritual that they recovered from the blow to blood worship.
"You understand."
The captive smiled strangely.
"What is it called?"
"Who?"
"Don't play games with me, I know this ceremony, so..."
Koresh drew his knife sharply, and a blood arrow spurted on his face.
"What is it called!"
"Destroy... Seed of Destruction!"