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Chapter 356 The Baron Saturday

"Papa Regba..."

The souls of countless victims rushed into the church, and the flame dancing in the brazier in front of the altar seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, forming a dark blue gate.

Papa Regba reappeared.

Only this time, the figure of the voodoo god no longer only existed in the eyes of the high priest, but appeared in the church with a clearer appearance.

Wearing ragged clothes and using a cane.

Father Regba grinned at the voodoo priest in front of him, showing his pitch-black teeth, stretched out his dirt-covered fingers, and turned towards the Youlan gate.

In the next second, the originally closed door was opened. A thin man with a tampon in the nostrils, a tall hat, a black evening dress, and a single-lens lens was dressed as a gentleman, holding a cane, and he looked like he was about to bury the dead. The Negro came out of it.

Father Regba is not only the God of the Crossroads, but also holds the authority of the portal. He is the gatekeeper of the Loa God of Voodoo. He holds the key between the two worlds and controls the access to the [Spiritual World]. The opening and closing of the door.

And what came out from behind the door was the Saturday Baron Baron Samedi mentioned in the previous prayer.

This is the god in charge of death in the voodoo religion. Wearing a top hat, he nodded to Papa Regba who opened the door, and then scanned the dense blue light cluster in the church with his eyes wearing monocle lenses. There was a hint of greed.

As a voodoo deity, Baron Samadhi or Baron Saturday is not a good god in the traditional sense. On the contrary, he is moody. He is also known as the 'leader of the dead' while in charge of death. In Haiti, the custom Among them, the local residents will use cotton to plug the nostrils of the deceased when the deceased is buried, in order to prevent the soul of the deceased from being taken away by Baron Saturday.

And once the sacrificial offerings are not satisfactory to the sacrificer, he spreads death without rest.

But this time, Baron Saturday was obviously very satisfied with the sacrifices offered by Voodoo.

He clenched the cane with the skull in his hand and opened his mouth wide.

Immediately afterwards, the image of Baron Saturday's original black face began to change. A boney skeleton face appeared on him, and he opened his mouth to swallow countless souls in the church. Baron Saturday closed his jaw, The pale skull face turned back into a black face again.

"I am very satisfied with the sacrifice this time."

Taking out a handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiping the corners of his mouth, Baron Saturday said in a heavily nasal tone.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a gold coin from his pocket and threw it to the high priest in front of him.

bang-

The gold coin fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Now, I have given you Lavue's soul."

He continued to speak in a strong nasal tone, feeling the growing pull of the door behind him, Baron Saturday stretched out his hand to hold the top hat on his head and greeted Father Regba, then stepped on his feet and turned to enter the door behind him. in the gate.

The real world is not friendly to the gods, the more powerful the gods, the more they are rejected by reality.

This is true for Baron Saturday as the god of a local religion like voodoo, but it is naturally more serious for a big religion like Christ.

Unless, gods and demons like [Saigong] use Solomon's contract as a medium and find sustenance in reality.

However, after all, there is a difference between gods and gods and demons, especially in terms of contracts. Barons like Saturday may not be as good as gods and demons.

Of course, the reason.

It is still the setting made by Zhao Yuan, who is the script designer.

Watching Baron Saturday return to the [Spirit World], Papa Regba raised his arms and was about to close the opened door again.

Suddenly, everything in the church began to become distorted and weird. The neatly arranged brick columns seemed to be pulled and intertwined by some force, like a grotesque scene in a nightmare, and in this distorted world , a tall and thin figure over two meters tall, wearing a suit, wearing a black hat with only sharp teeth exposed, holding a twisted umbrella, walked crookedly in the church with twisted steps.

"Twisted people!"

Seeing the distorted figure appearing in the voodoo church, Papa Regba made a hoarse and sharp figure and shouted at the distorted man.

"You shouldn't be here, this is a place ruled by God Loa, not your weird club!"

"Unless you plan to go to war with God Loa!"

Facing the threat from Papa Regba, the Twisted Man twisted his neck and opened his sharp mouth full of teeth.

"The purpose of the club is not to be against the Loa."

Immediately afterwards, a crisp figure sounded from behind the twisted man.

Hearing this answer, Father Regba noticed that behind the twisted man's weird twisted figure, a little girl with blond hair and blue eyes spoke.

"In fact, the goal of the club does not conflict with the voodoo religion. You summon the soul of the voodoo religion queen Lavieu by opening the [spirit world] channel, and we just want to prevent this door from being closed so early. .”

Hearing the answer from the little girl, no, the little wolf girl Vivian.

Father Regba frowned: "Your goal is the [spirit world] gate in my hands."

Among the loa gods, although Papa Regba is not a powerful god, the authority he possesses makes him an indispensable existence in voodoo rituals, and it is precisely because of this authority that he can Compared with ordinary gods, he can travel more freely between the two worlds of [spirit world] and reality.

However, at this moment, the Weird Club seems to be eyeing the key in his hand.

Papa Regba twisted his fingers, trying to close the door.

However, a powerful twisting force prevented him from turning.

During the confrontation between the two sides, in the church, a voodoo priest kneeling on the ground couldn't help but glanced at the direction of the distorted person.

"what--"

Immediately afterwards, there was a shrill scream.

Under the horrified eyes of the voodoo priest, he saw his fingers start to bend, and an invisible force pulled his fingers to make a twisted flip.

Click, click, click!

Amidst a series of appalling sounds of bone shattering, his head was twisted behind him, his eyes were protruding, and his body was twisted into a weird appearance.Thick blood sprayed out from the twisted flesh, and a large number of shattered white bones were faintly visible under the blood-red muscles.

After a few seconds, the screams stopped abruptly.

Kneeling aside, the blood sprayed by the priest was all over the body, and all the voodoo priests including the high priest subconsciously lowered their heads.

(End of this chapter)