"I don't have a name because they didn't give me a name."
The little boy's voice was very soft, as if he was sleep-talking.
How much energy could a six-year-old kid have? In fact, he was also very sleepy after running for half the night. Almost as soon as he finished speaking, he fell head first onto the camel and fell asleep in the next second.
The little demon did not realize that these people, who claimed that they were sent by Sophia's godmother, did not take him to the "infinite loop" that they talked about. After he fell asleep, the survivors carefully circled back to the official road in the desert and met up with the paladin who was carrying the silver cross spear on his back. They rushed to the Holy City as fast as they could.
.....
The memory began to reorganize again.
This time, the scene that appeared in front of Zong Jiu was Mount Moriah.
Mount Moriah was the holy mountain of the Holy Church.
Except for the huge faith of the Holy Church that occupied the whole world, the rest of this super S level instance was similar to the real world.
In the Bible, in order to test Abraham's piety, Yahweh ordered him to sacrifice his son Isaac to Yahweh. Without saying a word, Abraham took his son up Mount Moriah with a knife in his hand. Just as he was about to be executed, an angel descended from the sky and stopped him from sacrificing himself.
In addition, Mount Moriah was the place where King Solomon built the First Temple in ancient Israel, which was full of religious significance.
In this world, Solomon's Temple no longer existed, but Mount Moriah built the supreme temple of the Holy Church.
Today was the day of the Holy Church's centennial festival.
In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight shone through the gap in the distant sky, like a golden veil passing through the clouds, slowly wrapping around Mount Moriah.
The temple on the top of the mountain was majestic, huge and exquisite reliefs were built according to the mountain's path, depicting a transcendent scene of pilgrimage.
Further away, semicircular stone pillars were located in front of the cliff, surrounding the altar in the center.
Thousands of white pigeons flapped their wings in the sky and landed in front of the tower prepared for them.
The torches were burning with golden holy fire, swaying with the wind.
The believers who came to the holy city for pilgrimage knelt outside the holy city. Looking down from the altar, one could only see hundreds of millions of black dots on the vast land. The scriptures they were chanting could be heard clearly even from the top of the mountain.
The elders and oracles were wearing formal and complicated ceremonial robes, with pure crystals and gold ornaments on their heads and arms. They looked solemn as they stood in a straight line and looked straight ahead.
A total of 30 children were brought to the altar of Mount Moriah, including the little demon whose legs and feet were tied up.
Not only them, but Sophia, who was in charge of teaching these candidates, was also tied to a cross and transported to the side of the Holy Temple in a prison cart.
When the little devil saw the familiar godmother, he immediately let out a cry like a trapped beast. Unfortunately, his mouth was gagged by the holy scarf, so he could only whimper in vain. He glared at the survivors standing nearby.
When he woke up, he found himself in the Holy City. Not only were his hands and feet tied up, but he was also heavily guarded by Holy Knights.
Seeing this scene, the six-year-old little demon could guess that she had been deceived.
"Don't be like this … We will ensure your safety and bring you back to the Infinite Loop."
Hong Lie, who had made an exception and been allowed to participate in the ceremony at close range because he had done a meritorious service by capturing the Holy Son, smiled bitterly.
They had no choice but to hand the Savior over to the Sacred City because they had no other choice.
The Holy City had already made it clear to them that if the Holy City did not find the Pope who would perform the ceremony before the Centennial Ceremony, the entire Super S Level Instance Dungeon would be destroyed.
This sentence was very persuasive because the previous five teams had only left the Instance Dungeon after completing the ceremony.
Facing the angry eyes of the Savior, Hong Lie could only repeat his pale promise again and again.
The high priest held a lit torch and stood in front of Sophia. He asked in a low voice, "The ceremony is about to begin. Are you still not willing to tell us who is the Holy Son with the ability to purify?"
Sophia, whose hands were tied up, shook her head stubbornly and did not say a word.
Even the good-tempered High Priestess was annoyed by her stubbornness.
Everyone was kind. Even when Sophia was locked up, she did not suffer too much.
"Very well." The high priest said coldly, "Then let these 30 children go up and try one by one."
After the high priest gave the order, a clergyman brought one of the children to the altar.
They untied the rope on the child's back and suddenly pushed him onto the altar. The child staggered forward like a rag doll.
The next second, the blood-red lines engraved on the altar lit up and emitted an ominous light.
Unable to make a sound, the child fell to the ground and gradually dissolved in this color.
— — It was literally dissolving. From the skin to the facial features, everything melted under the intense heat. Even the bones creaked and turned into a liquid mixture of indistinguishable substances.
"Wrong, wrong, it's not this!"
The elders hurriedly shouted, and the attendants on the side immediately pushed the next child up.
This process was repeated three times. Without exception, all the children who were pushed up turned into melted mud the moment the altar lit up.
After the third sacrifice, the clear sky suddenly darkened. Something could no longer be controlled. It migrated from the shadows behind the clouds and dyed the entire sky a dark, ink-like color.
"God is angry!"
The clergymen who stayed on the peak of Mount Moriah all shouted in fear. They all knelt on the ground and prayed to the sky.
The believers on the ground also did not know what was happening. Their cries and wails intertwined, igniting the entire planet.
"God! Please forgive us! "
"Oh great God! Please forgive your people! "
Thousands of electric arcs tore the sky apart and mercilessly shrouded the highest point of Mount Moriah.
The survivors hurriedly used their special tools, but the rest of the clergymen were not so lucky. The attendants who were standing still just now directly turned into charred coal, white smoke rising from their bodies.
The high priest suddenly vomited blood and staggered back two steps.
"Sophia, since you have read the chronicles of the Holy Church, then you should understand that the Holy Sons are born as vessels. They have no parents, and they are not allowed to take off their blindfolds before the ceremony because the meaning and mission of their existence is at this moment! "
Sophia's eyes showed that she was moved. She shook her head desperately. "No … no one, no one."
"If you want to protect these children, then you should tell us who the child chosen by God is. Otherwise, not only will you kill the people of the world, but you will also kill the remaining 26 innocent children."
The high priest's words were like a sharp knife, cutting Sophia's heart until it was bleeding.
"As long as you tell us who that person is, we will swear by the word 'poison.' The other children can go back with you, and the Holy City will not interfere."
The high priest's tone was sad and provocative. "Sophia, you are a child blessed by God. Why are you standing against us?"
Compared to 26, this seemed to be a choice that did not require much hesitation.
Just like the famous trolley problem, when there were enough people, even if that person was innocent, people would prefer to save more people.
If sacrificing one person could save everyone …
The silence lasted for a long time, but it also seemed to be only a moment.
Sophia turned sideways. "There is no purification ability, but … but there is a child, he can transfer."
"Transfer?"
The high priest's dim pupils suddenly lit up. "The essence of purification is transfer, it is transfer! Who is it, who is that vessel? "
Sophia trembled and said, "It's … number one."
She did not dare to look at the child's eyes. Even her voice was trembling, and she was sobbing.
The hearts of the survivors who were guarding by the side thumped.
Hong Lie was the first to speak. "No, no! This child, he, he … "
The worst premonition in their hearts had finally come true.
The Savior was really the Pope appointed by the Perfect World.
"No, Brother Hong, if the ceremony is not completed, we will all be obliterated!"
Immediately, another old subordinate pulled him back, preventing him from rushing forward.
The main mission of the survivors was [Help the Holy City elect the Pope and complete the ceremony of the Holy Church]. This meant that if the Holy City could not complete the ceremony, the survivors would not be able to complete the main mission.
If they could not complete the main mission, the survivors would be obliterated by the main system. No matter which one it was, they would have to be buried with them.
Between the Savior and life and death, it was clear which was more important.
Hong Lie's clenched fist was helplessly put down.
The high priest was still nagging. "Why do you think all the Holy Sons in the chronicles of the Holy Church are like this? Because the vessel cannot have its own consciousness. Thoughts are sharp blades. If they can read and think, they will not be willing to be a vessel. Your self-righteous pity will only harm them. "
After saying this, she turned around again and showed an encouraging smile.
Everyone looked at the boy with his hands tied.
The little devil could not speak and could only look at Sophia in disbelief.
But Sophia did not dare to look at him. Streams of tears flowed down her clothes.
Is this really my mission? Is this the meaning of my existence? Why didn't the godmother speak?
No one answered the six-year-old child's doubts.
Only the high priest whispered as if in a dream. "Child, go, go up."
This was his life's mission. As a vessel, God gave him the mission of the Holy Church.
Everyone looked at him with hopeful eyes, watching him being taken to the side of the altar by the attendant.
No one saved him.
Even if the white-haired youth floating in the air was a magician who created miracles, he was powerless to interfere with any memory.
Then, the attendant gently pushed him.
A small S-grade prop rolled off the boy's body and rolled into the grass beside him.
In an instant, the altar, which had been bursting with scarlet light, shone with golden light.
All the darkness in the sky was gathered in the center, like a funnel and stalactites falling from the sky.
The little devil lay flat on the altar. He finally realized something. The light in his eyes gradually quieted down, and finally returned to a deathly stillness.
The boy was shackled, like an innocent lamb waiting for a bloody sacrifice.
Heaven and earth stopped for a second.
In the next moment, a strong wind rose from the ground, setting off a hurricane.
The dark, sinister, and evil thoughts that had accumulated for a hundred years poured down from the top of the sky like a sharp knife, mercilessly stabbing into the boy's heart.
The child opened his mouth silently. His small, delicate face was full of pain, and he was screaming from the inside out.
The huge evil thoughts invaded him, starting from his heart and gradually spreading to his internal organs and limbs. His dark brown pupils were also dyed black, and sticky black mud flowed out of his seven orifices.
He was like a vessel that could never be filled, swallowing the evil thoughts that had accumulated for centuries.
As the darkness poured in, black clouds dripped down, and the first ray of sunshine finally appeared in the east.
The priests and elders were amazed. "Perfect, too perfect! He is the most perfect vessel in the last five ceremonies of the Holy Church! "
The mortals kneeling at the foot of the Holy Mountain saw the black clouds in the sky parting to see the sun. They kowtowed excitedly and sang songs praising God.
"God! Thank you for your gift! "
"Thank you for your kindness, thank you for your selflessness, thank you for creating a perfect world!"
Finally, the last drop of evil thoughts entered the boy's mouth and nose.
The altar was completely submerged in the thick black mud, and the human figure wrapped in the center could not be seen.
On the other hand, the earth was peaceful and tranquil, and even the sunlight seemed to be more brilliant, reflecting a rainbow light.
The survivors trembled all over.
They finally understood that there was no such thing as a perfect world, only an abandoned child cultivated as a vessel.
"Prepare to light the fire!"
After all the darkness fell from the clouds, the high priest ordered.
The altar rumbled and sank, and the smelly oil poured down, enveloping the entire altar.
Before the survivors could stop it, the raging fire suddenly soared into the sky.
Hong Lie opened his eyes wide. "No! You can't do this to him! Why do you have to light the fire! "
Surrounding the fire, the priests began to pray.
The high priest said gently, "The soul of those who have sinned for all living beings will return to God's embrace. We are just following God's will."
It was obvious that the black malice was extremely afraid of the fire.
Under the pressure of the fire, they retreated step by step, and could only squeeze into the vessel's body.
"But, but."
Sophia shouted hysterically. "He still has another ability!"
In the fire, the child, who was no longer human, began to roll around.
The fire left ugly burn marks on the child's back, fingers, and entire body. Originally, these things could not hurt him, but because of the malice, they stuck to his dark skin and sizzled. In the end, they quickly healed under his ability.
The sharp roars had long since ceased. Because he no longer had the strength to shout.
He was born not afraid of the fire, but now it had become the reason for him to endure the pain in the fire.
The high priest also began to panic.
The tradition of the Holy Church's ceremony was to use the fire to send the malice to heaven after the vessel absorbed it.
But now, if this child was not afraid of the fire, it meant that he could not be buried in the fire with the malice.
Other than fire, the Holy Church did not know any other way to deal with the malice.
There had never been such a precedent before, and no one knew what the undying fire would give birth to.
The high priest gritted his teeth. "Increase the fire, increase it!"
The golden-red flames almost surrounded the entire mountaintop, and the uneven temperature caused a gust of wind to rise, covering the sacrificial ceremony.
Such a tragic scene, everyone who saw it showed a pitiful expression.
It was only now that these survivors understood why those who had previously cleared this Super S Level Instance Dungeon had said that as long as they could overcome the hurdle in their hearts, this Instance Dungeon would become extremely simple.
Because it was really simple, so simple that they only needed to send the child to the burning altar. Not only could they save the lives of all the people in this Perfect World, but they could also let the survivors get rich rewards and safely return to the infinite loop.
Hong Lie slumped to the ground and held his forehead in pain.
[Super S Level Instance Dungeon: Perfect World, main mission completed.]
[Space transfer will take place in 30 seconds …]
It was not easy to find a savior, but now their hope was thrown into hell.
Just as he was alone in his grief, a scream suddenly came from not far away.
"No … Hong Lie, no, we were wrong."
The survivor who had stopped him from rushing forward slowly fell to the ground. His pupils were pitch black.
[Beep, beep, beep, abnormal presence detected, space transfer forced to stop.]
Behind him, the person on the altar was slowly lifted up by the black mud.
His limbs lengthened, and he transformed from a child.
It gathered the malice of hundreds of millions of people in the world, and stored for hundreds of years, was enough to destroy his personality thousands of times.
The surging black mud rolled behind the figure, and a maniacal laughter rang through the mountaintop.
Thousands of shadows surged out from behind him, and with every step, it was as if the darkness was bowing down to their king.
No, it was wrong to call it a personality.
The six-year-old boy disappeared forever. What appeared now was merely a brand-new monster born from pure malice.
"Wrong, wrong … He's not the Savior …"
Could a savior who absorbed the malice of the entire world still be a savior?
Hong Lie just remembered. In Mr. Guiguzi's prophecy, other than the savior, there was another existence.
It was just a six-year-old child, innocent and kind, and no one thought of him as anything else.
The survivor vomited blood and died with his eyes wide open.
"We … released the Great Demon King …"
Behind him, the sky was once again covered by the black shadow that rose from the ground.
The Holy Mountain collapsed, the world fell, and memories were destroyed.
A hand covered in scars picked up the S-Level item that no one cared about.
"Infinite loop …? Interesting. "
No one knew that the Great Demon King who destroyed the world was born from the savior's body.