CH 2.1

IAMMIANG CHAPTER 2.1: There is one more

Sacrifice No. 1…failed…

Sacrifice No. 2…failed…

No. 3… No. 4… No. 5…

Jack closed another door with a gloomy face, he wiped off the shredded flesh and blood from the soles of his shoes on the carpet, cursing in his heart the stupidity and incompetence of this batch of sacrifices as he walked.

He wore a white half-face mask on his face, which slightly concealed his furious, angry, monster-like expression at the moment, but Jack’s gaffe was understandable, after all, the Nightmare Church he was loyal to had spent more than 20 years lurking just waiting for this moment.

They had patiently selected the most suitable ones among those dirty and ignorant human cubs, carefully nurtured these delicious and healthy sacrifices, and let them grow up in a perfect environment like sterile pots. They have neither worries nor knowledge about what is fear – only such a pure white and unsullied vessel can have the chance to give birth to the seeds bestowed by the mother goddess Dais.

Then, when the stars dim and the blood-colored crescent moon rises, the great goddess Dais will give the fire of death and nightmares from the deepest darkness.

Jack murmured the honorable name of the mother goddess, praying that the next door that he opens is not full of shredded meat, he had had enough of the frustration and pain of failure, even for a second, he was eager to see a glimmer of success. . .