I control the world with magic - Chapter 427

As soon as you enter, a bloody and desperate breath hits you.

There are towering black stone walls standing all around, and the walls are full of distorted and hideous reliefs of faces, as if they are imprisoned souls.

In the middle of the stone wall is a huge altar, made of dark blood-colored rocks, with mottled bloodstains on the surface, emitting a disgusting bloody smell, and a huge statue of the god of pain stands tall.

The face of the statue is distorted, the eyes are empty but reveal endless pain, and the body is entangled by countless sharp thorns.

Around him, believers are wearing tattered and bloodstained black robes. They look haggard, but their eyes are burning with fanatical piety. Everyone has scars of self-mutilation.

Some are missing arms, some have their eyes dug out, and some have burnt skin all over their bodies.

Su Mu found that the closer the believers are to the statue of pain, the more serious their body defects are. They seem to rely on this method to judge who is more pious.

He ignored these crazy people and continued to go deeper. Soon he saw a building similar to a church.

After entering, he found that it was more like a prison cell than a church. It was full of narrow and dim passages, and cells were dug out on the walls.

Most of the cells were inhabited by people, or more precisely, people with broken limbs. They were frantically using the torture instruments in the cells to mutilate themselves. Their faces were full of pain, but there was also a trace of morbid pleasure.

Su Mu went deeper and deeper. The closer he got to the inside, the stronger the breath coming from the cells became. There were even many golden masters.

The golden masters were obviously different from those ordinary self-mutilating believers. The injuries on their bodies were quite unique.

Some were rotten all over and could hardly be seen as human beings. Some had their eyes dug out, their tongues, noses, ears cut off, and even their skin peeled off.

People with slightly weaker psychological qualities would find it difficult to bear such a hellish scene.

Su Mu followed the guidance of [Supreme Heaven] and soon came to a place similar to a treasure house. Two large black iron doors were locked tightly, and several gold masters were guarding outside the door.

He ignored the gold masters and walked straight into the treasure house.

The scale of the treasury of the Pain God Cult surprised him slightly. There were really many treasures collected, even richer than the treasure house of the Blood Moon Empire.

It happened that the treasures in the Blood Moon Treasure House were almost used up, and it was really a pillow for sleepiness.

The Pain God Cult is located in the Nightmare World, and there are saint-level masters sitting in it. The overall strength is far superior to the Blood Moon Empire, so there are naturally many treasures.

Su Mu strolled in the treasure house. The treasures around him disappeared instantly wherever he passed, like locusts passing through.

As he walked, he suddenly stopped because he saw a person deep in the treasure house.

It was a thin middle-aged man with some gray hair on his temples. Although his face was a little more vicissitudes, it was still difficult to hide his handsome face.

Judging from the aura he exudes, this is a golden king.

But the strange thing is that this golden king has no signs of self-harm.

The golden king of the Pain God Cult is in good health?

Soon Sumu got the answer, and his eyes moved to the middle-aged man’s hand. It was a wood carving, a simple but polished wood carving.

Judging from the long hair carved, the wood carving should be a woman.

And the middle-aged man was staring at the wood carving in his hand, lost in thought for a long time, motionless.

Seeing this scene, Sumu probably understood why the middle-aged man did not self-harm, but became the golden king of the Pain God Cult.

There are 80,000 words in the world, but only the word love hurts people the most.

The middle-aged man did not notice Sumu’s arrival, as if all his mind was immersed in the wood carving.

Su Mu was in sleepwalking mode, and the treasures in the treasury were also silently collected into his dream, without any movement. He ignored the King of Gold, walked around the treasury, and emptied the treasury directly.

Even so, the King of Gold was still looking at the wood carving, as if he himself was also a wood carving that would not move.

Why is there no Whisper?

Su Mu frowned slightly. He emptied the treasury, but did not find Whisper, but the guidance of [Supreme Heaven] clearly showed that Whisper was in this treasury.

At this moment, the middle-aged man suddenly moved, and a space fluctuation appeared on his body. A thin, slender long sword appeared in his hand. The sword body was translucent, just like a pool of autumn water solidified.

The blade was as thin as a cicada’s wing, revealing a sharp edge, as if a slight stroke could cut a hole in the void.

On the hilt, there were two beautiful small characters engraved-Whisper!

The middle-aged man took Whisper and gently carved on the wood carving according to his memory, making the originally blurred lines clear.

A beautiful woman gradually appeared, but she was blurred in his eyes.

It was tears that blurred his vision. Looking at the wood carving, a flash of extreme pain flashed in his eyes: “Why hasn’t the miracle of pain come yet? When can I revive you? Is the pain not enough?

Wan’er, wait a little longer. When the Pain God Cult expands to become the largest cult, there will be more believers, and they can provide more and more pain. At that time, the miracle of pain will definitely come.”

The wood carving did not respond.

He was silent for a long time, and looked at Whisper many times during this period, as if he had the intention of committing suicide, but for the sake of the person in his memory, he still did not do it.

“Whisper, what a good name.” He stroked the handwriting on the hilt: “You are the sharpest sword I have ever seen. Maybe this is the meaning of your name. The heavy sword cannot penetrate the heart armor, and the whisper in the ear is the most offensive.”

Seeing this scene, Su Mu was a little helpless. He originally wanted to take the Whisper and leave, then go back and open the Land of Origin, but now it seems that it is impossible not to take action.

As soon as he thought about it, he revealed his figure.

The middle-aged man is worthy of being the King of Gold. The moment Su Mu appeared, he immediately reacted and looked at Su Mu.

After seeing Su Mu clearly, he frowned: “Intruder? You…”

Before he finished speaking, he was stunned because everywhere he looked was empty. The once dazzling treasure house now only had some iron shelves left.

He stood up slowly, his terrifying aura condensing, making the air around him solidify.

“Although I don’t know how you did it, I advise you to hand over all the treasures.” A calm voice echoed in the empty treasure house.

Su Muwen smiled softly and said: “I would also like to advise you, it is best for you to pretend that you have not seen anything, and then give me the whisper in your hand.”

The middle-aged man looked calm, slowly clasping the hand in his hand and whispering: “Are you from the Original God Religion? You don’t have the aura of those magic sticks on your body, but instead have the aura of a troll, and you have actually reached the half-step saint level. It seems that fighting with you will not be boring.”

“It seems that you are not going to listen to the advice.” Su Mu shook his head slightly.

“Yes.” The middle-aged man hummed, and then said without raising his head, “Please wait a moment.”

He carefully put away the wooden carving as if he were holding a rare treasure.

“It doesn’t have to be so troublesome.” Su Mu’s gentle voice sounded.