Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

The old woman composed herself and said...

"Okay."

Liu Zheng agreed without hesitation.

"Mr. Liu Zheng, you should be careful."

Anke quickly reminded him.

"what happened?"

he asked.

"The Great Baptism is the highest ceremony of the Church of Suffering, and all those who undergo the Great Baptism eventually become saints."

Anko said.

"Isn't that a good thing?"

Speaking of which, the Yuanshen Cult even wanted him to become their Holy Son; being a Holy Disciple sounds much more prestigious than being a Holy Son.

"A person can only be called a saint after death."

Anke said helplessly.

"That sounds so exciting, I definitely want to try it."

Liu Zheng looked very interested.

"I hope you won't regret it."

Under the old woman's meaningful gaze, everyone began to take turns receiving the baptism.

Marian was alright, but the three little girls couldn't stop crying after just one injection.

Whether it's Nina and her sister or Fura, they were all pampered at home from a young age. They wouldn't even be allowed to prick their hands with needles, let alone be hit hard with a slap.

The old woman's expression became even more excited when she heard their shrill cries.

The Church of Suffering hasn't had a child for many years; the Lord of Suffering must be very happy this time.

Not only the three little girls, but even the unconscious hunter and the calico cat couldn't escape; they were all pricked with needles.

However, the helmeted man seemed to have a special needle-splitting technique; even after five needles, the hunter still didn't wake up.

Liu Zheng was the last one to go.

The helmeted man glanced at him, then pulled a long nail from his shoulder, at least twice as long as the nails used to stab the others.

The helmeted man, holding the nail, did not immediately take action but quietly watched Liu Zheng.

"Come!"

Liu Zheng readily agreed.

As soon as he finished speaking, the helmeted man immediately grabbed a nail and smashed it down on his shoulder.

A nail, at least an inch long, was hammered into Liu Zheng's shoulder, sinking all the way into the handle.

"what!"

Screams erupted immediately.

But it wasn't him who cried out; it was three little girls, especially Fura, who cried out the loudest, as if nails had been driven into her body.

Why didn't you call out?

The old woman asked with dissatisfaction.

"I think if I were to cry out at this level, the Lord of Pain would find me shameful."

Liu Zheng said nonchalantly.

If you're talking about pain, then it definitely hurts.

But if you say you're going to shout it out, that would be a bit fake, like the female lead in a movie that can be acted out by two people.

This Lord of Suffering might actually exist, but to fool a real deity, one should at least be a bit more professional in their acting.

"Our Lord is all-encompassing; He will gladly accept any degree of suffering."

The old woman refuted his statement.

"However, your patience truly pleases my lord."

But immediately, she put on a smiling face again.

"Come in, the Church of Anguish welcomes you."

After everyone entered the church, the helmeted man pulled the door shut and then locked it.

Liu Zheng noticed that the church doors were actually made of solid metal.

No wonder Anco was so eager to seek refuge here; given the strength those beasts have shown so far, it's impossible for them to breach this church.

Moreover, this helmeted man who acts as the gatekeeper seems to be no ordinary person either.

He looked at the helmeted man's arms, where the thumbtacks had gone deeper due to the exertion of his muscles, and the blood had almost soaked through his robe, but the helmeted man was completely unaware.

Seemingly noticing Liu Zheng's gaze, the helmeted man turned around.

Their eyes met, and it seemed as if lightning flashed through the air.

However, there was no hostility in the helmeted man's eyes; it was mainly curiosity and exploration.

Liu Zheng shifted his gaze and began to survey the interior of the church.

The church doesn't have many ornate decorations, including the stained glass windows common in Athens. Instead, it features a large number of murals.

The content of these murals is almost entirely related to suffering.

Most of them depict scenes of people committing self-inflicted punishment or being executed by others, while a small portion shows a person or a group of people looking sad or fearful.

Some people raised their hands in the flames, some curled up in the water, some pierced themselves with spears, and some held their stillborn children and cried out silently.

It is evident that these murals were not all created by one person, but their style is highly consistent, suggesting that they are the result of generations of artists passing down their skills.

In the very center of the church stands a wooden statue.

A naked young man is fixed to a piece of wood in a contorted position, his hands and feet resembling vines.

His expression was very strange, looking both painful and happy.

"This is the Twisted Saint, who is both the prophet of our Lord and the founder of the Church of Suffering."

The old woman introduced it in a reverent tone.

Did his hands and feet really turn into vines, or was it just an artistic expression?

Liu Zheng asked.

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The old woman looked at him speechlessly.

I'm telling you I often kill people, and you're asking me if there are many people in Changsha?

"It is true. The Twisted Saint was like this in his lifetime. People surrounded him and listened to his sermons until he returned to the embrace of our Lord."

Driven by her desire to spread the word, she earnestly began to explain.

"Is this statue the Twisted Saint himself?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"No, this is just a statue. The body of the Twisted Saint is not here."

The old woman shook her head.

"Where is that?"

"You have too many questions, stranger. Ask them again after you've passed through the Great Baptism."

The older woman was getting impatient.

"Alright, by the way, can I specify the reward?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"What reward do you want?"

The old woman asked.

"I think that one is pretty good."

He pointed to the feet of the statue.

There was a wide-mouthed wooden cup there, filled with a golden, viscous liquid.

"You want to distort the Holy Grail?"

The old woman's gaze became wary.

"is it not OK?"

Liu Zheng countered with a question.

So this thing is called the Twisted Holy Grail?

The city hall's task list requested the Golden Ointment of Painful Miracles.

He proactively requested the Great Baptism because he felt that what the city hall wanted should be related to the Church of Suffering.

However, the contents of the Twisted Grail look a lot like ointment, so the city hall probably doesn't want the grail itself, but rather what's inside.

The old woman stared at Liu Zheng for a long time before walking up to the statue of the Twisted Saint.

She knelt down and then headbutted the twisted saint's legs.

She slammed her head against the wall once, twice, three times, until her forehead was covered in blood before she finally stood up.

“Okay, if you pass the Great Baptism, I will give you the Twisted Grail.”

The old woman turned around and said.

Blood was streaming down her face, making her look horrific.

"Clang clang clang!"

The helmeted man tapped the key three times rapidly.

"This is a revelation from our Lord."

The old woman said sternly.

The helmeted man clutched the key and lowered his head in resentment.

"Then let's get started."

Liu Zheng said calmly.

Chapter 260 Liu Zheng: Increase the intensity, I'm about to fall asleep.

The Great Baptism is about to begin.

The old woman stared at Liu Zheng, who was standing in front of the Twisted Saint, with excitement on her face.

For many years, since the previous church elders failed, no one has dared to attempt a grand baptism.

It's not that the remaining believers aren't devout enough, but rather that if a few more die, the church will be left without anyone.

Fortunately, the Great Baptism does not necessarily have to be performed by members of the church, as long as the recipient is willing.

Judging from the fact that this outsider was able to easily withstand the embellished needle pricks, there is still a chance that this great baptism will be successful.

"Get ready to start."

The old woman spoke to the helmeted man.

The helmeted man nodded, then dragged over a large box that had been prepared beforehand.

Press the button, and the large box will automatically unfold into twelve faces like a Rubik's Cube, with each face containing a different torture instrument.

There are twelve months in a year, and each month corresponds to a baptism.

The Great Baptism is to go through all twelve months of baptism at once.