They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 100 The Direction of Light in All Directions

A ritual array that shines like the rising sun!?

Ria recognized the pattern almost instantly, but the Radiant Sun belonged to the orthodox religion, and he couldn't imagine who would use a blood array at home to pray and sacrifice to the Sun.

Small sacrifices are fine, but His large-scale orthodox rituals have very strict requirements for materials. They require the ashes from burning sunwood to be mixed with white lamp oil, musk, narwhal fat oil, and dwarf lyrebird feather powder. If there is even the slightest error in the dosage, it will not succeed.

But a blood array radiating the light of the rising sun appeared in the basement here?
If the church finds out, he could be convicted of a serious crime and imprisoned for over four hundred years.

Although a normal person does not live for more than four hundred years, this sentence means that a person will have to spend the rest of their life in prison. From the day they are imprisoned until their death, no priest will come to perform a ritual for them, and their soul will be unable to escape its shackles until the day they are released after serving their sentence.

However, even if the verdict is handed down, it's too late. Who can survive doing this? Such a large-scale blood array... the bloodletter's blood must have been drained long ago.

The basement is quite large.

"Perhaps the murderer killed that family and drew a bloody circle as a warning."

"No, that doesn't make sense. The murderer didn't intend to display these things publicly. Perhaps he was just seeking revenge, and this formation was merely a way to vent his anger."

The Rising Sun Blood Array... This is a symbol of provocation, insult, and even blasphemy.

The current sun ritual array is completely useless, and the whereabouts of the murderer and the victim remain a mystery.

Ria raised the kerosene lamp in his hand higher, and the surrounding things were gradually illuminated, revealing more complex patterns in the distance.

There were no corpses around, and there was no strange stench of decay.

He carried the lantern and walked around the sun ritual array once, focusing his gaze on the four long lines that extended from it, representing "light".

The line points directly to the four walls, forming a 90-degree right angle with them.

Is it possible...

Ria walked to one of the walls, knocked on it a few times, and found that the sound was a bit unusual. He then asked Little Swarth to spit out the heavy object from the clutter.

Little Swarth spat out a hammer, wrapped it around his tentacles, and slammed it hard against the wall.

At the same time, Ria covered her mouth and nose and took a few steps back. Red brick dust mixed with wall ash fell down. When Ria saw the situation in the center of the wall, she suddenly realized that she was facing two legs.

The angles of these legs are abnormally twisted, making them poses that are impossible for humans to do.

Their color resembled bacon, with the outer skin completely gone. Even more bizarrely, the objects in the wall were completely upside down, which explains why the tentacles only produced legs when they were struck with a hammer.

Little Swarth didn't stop moving; he used his tentacles to peel off the bricks around the person in the wall, revealing the person inside completely.

The person inside had no skin left, but all the muscles and nerves were intact, only the posture was very contorted, which reminded Liya of specimens that had been soaked in formalin solution.

He turned and walked to the second wall, this time only knocking a hole at the bottom to expose the inverted head of the deceased. The body had completely lost its eyelids, so what Ria saw were the two "mummies" staring with their withered eyeballs, their eyes wide open in death.

"The remaining two walls probably also contain corpses."

To prevent any from being missed, Little Swarth continued to destroy the surface of the middle part of the wall with his tentacles, "rescuing" every single one of the dead from the four walls and arranging them neatly in order from top to bottom.

Ria observed the four corpses. The two larger ones were probably the couple in the photo, while the two corpses that looked like teenagers were probably the brother and sister in the photo.

“The gender matches.” Ria gently touched the arm of the male adult corpse with her cane. His arm looked a bit strange, and the fingers were pointing in the wrong direction. There were stitches on the shoulder.

Someone took off his arms, swapped them, and reassembled them.

The other corpses were in various horrific states. Ria even discovered that the heads of the brother and sister had been swapped, as their sizes were completely mismatched with their current bodies, and a white scar had appeared around their necks.

The scar protrudes, as if someone had cut a strip of lymph tissue and pasted it on.

"This is probably all that the family of four has. Although the order of the disassembled and reassembled items is incorrect, the fact that they can be put back together shows that the murderer has some skill."

Lia took out a few pieces of collected wood and placed them on the ground. Then she took out a match and lit them, watching the wood burn black.

After doing all this, he extinguished the flames and used charcoal to draw a miniature sun ritual circle on the ground. It was not nearly as magnificent as the blood circle next to it, but Lia believed that sincerity would bring results.

He doesn't engage in large-scale sacrifices; there's no need for such trouble.

"Swish—" Lia finished the last stroke and put the charcoal away.

He turned to look at the little Swarth who had appeared on his shoulder. The little Swarth tilted his head and made a "coo" sound, his golden eyes revealing an almost clear emotion.

Then, a feather was plucked from it by Ria.

The little Swarth bit its host's neck in pain, tearing out an artery and ripping it in half.

Lia didn't have time to deal with the wound; he reached out and pressed the blue artery back into his neck, and let the tentacles stitch up the wound.

A few seconds later, the young man took off his hat, his expression becoming humble and serious. If he weren't in a filthy basement, dimly lit only by a kerosene lamp, with a huge and eerie blood array etched on the floor...

If it weren't for the four disassembled and reassembled corpses neatly arranged nearby, and the fact that the gash on his neck was covered with eyes like rashes and tentacles like horsehair worms—

Everyone would think he was doing something incredibly solemn and great.

He looked like a nobleman receiving a medal from the king.

But at this moment, Ria focused intently on reciting the eulogy for the radiant sunrise.

He lit the feathers of the mythical creatures, watched their ashes scatter toward the sun's symbol, then closed his eyes, his monocle turning gold in the firelight.

"A newly emerged star in the land of life and death,"

The center that all things seek in their cycle of rebirth.
Using flames to bisect day and night,
I am waiting in an endless expanse.
Sing praises to the rising sun,

A tribute to the rising sun

To become the rising sun.

The sound of prayer seemed even more eerie in the dim and empty environment.

“Praise be to the sun, you are the ruler of light.” Ria briefly recounted what had happened to the radiant sun, and then asked Him if He could summon the soul of the homeowner.

After he finished speaking, Ria waited patiently for a moment, then suddenly heard a noise. He turned around and saw a white, transparent figure standing beside him.

(End of this chapter)