What is this underground Alashan?
Did they build such a huge place just to hold their own secret gathering?
It’s a bit too wasteful, isn’t it?
Although the players haven’t played with those sex dolls, according to the setting, users can experience far beyond normal pleasure from them, even appearance can be customized, it seems much more cost-effective than playing below...
This chaotic gathering lasted for over half an hour, and the players in the tubes stared at the mosaics for half an hour as well.
The process was boring beyond belief; they almost fell asleep.
Heavens, this is a massive theater without any dull plot, with actors looking good and their skills on point, with participation numbers and investment amounts being the highest in the world, yet they’re not allowed to watch!
This is extreme shame!
If the planner were in front of them, the Truth Department would definitely point at his nose and curse,
"Do you still have a conscience?"
"Come on, it’s not easy for us to come from afar, put the raw data on some small ninety-one number website for everyone to view, charge money if you wish, don’t make us beg you."
"I’m begging you on my knees!!!"
"You’re like my father, just release the video!!!"
Once the event was over, these people didn’t even bother to don their pants; they just wrapped themselves in robes and masks, sitting at the messy stone tables and proceeding with the after-party.
They were not embarrassed at all.
Everyone’s attention remained on the three people on the stage.
Their eyes were feverish with anticipation for something to happen as they looked at the high platform.
The black-robed figure onstage took the cloth handed over by the red-robed person to wipe his body.
At this point, probably the person with the most clothes on is the red-robed person, who witnessed the whole grand show.
But seeing this kind of thing a lot, it becomes boring, he didn’t even show a slight physical reaction.
When the time came, the bell rang again, whether done or not, everyone present halted their actions.
"Now, the great Lord has awoken, witnessed the prayers of the believers, and will bestow the holy communion."
With that, the five-meter-tall statue’s four hands joined above its head, the chest opened, revealing a mechanical hatch, lowering a silver metal folding table slowly, on which were knives, forks, and plates extending continuously until they stopped in front of the three onstage.
At the end of the table stood a two-meter diameter metal ring.
An eerie yet sacred electronic symphony played simultaneously.
"Go ahead, the Lord will bless you."
The red-robed person, akin to a priest conducting mass in a church, held the small bell hammer, signaling the girl who had just finished with the black-robed person to get on stage.
The girl smiled innocently and blissfully.
This was the day they’ve awaited since childhood.
From remembering things, they’ve lived in this castle, having whatever they wanted, carefree, enjoying every service, just waiting for the day they turn sixteen, to become the Angel with an aid of a lover.
They haven’t even heard of what prosthetics are, nor have they ever seen the sun.
They might not even be literate.
Unless a user requires, wishing for literary male and female youths, otherwise, there’s no need for education.
The black-robed figure held her hand, walked along the table, much like a couple heading to the wedding altar.
The girl stepped onto the metal ring without hesitation, allowing her hands to be captured tightly by the metal arms on both sides, even her feet were fixed there.
The red-robed person went behind the girl, injecting a potion into her neck, then loudly whispered in her ear,
"Congratulations, you’re about to enter heaven."
The drug injected into her body quickly took effect, the girl’s jade-like body began to blush, her face showed an excited expression, her pupils scattered.
Then, the red-robed person handed a dagger to the black-robed person.
"Lord, grant us the soul of life!"
Not only the people below, but also the girl and the black-robed person on stage echoed together,
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"Lord, grant us a body of flesh!"
"Lord, grant us a body of flesh!"
But neither the girl nor the black-robed person showed a hint of hesitation or resistance.
Yet the red-robed person continued chanting loudly,
"We reject steel and foreign objects entering our bodies!"
"We reject steel and foreign objects entering our bodies!"
"The defiant who contaminate the Creator’s body shall suffer from the madness of burning nerves!"
"Today, we gather here, heeding the Lord’s call! Enjoying the communion bestowed by him!"
"Offering salvation to the masses, allowing the Angel to return to heaven."
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Above they are also cannibals
Below they are also cannibals
Just the form is different, the most important is, doing this gives them a sense of being a higher life form beyond human.
The black-robed figures and their partners sat down at the dining table one by one.
A grand feast was unfolding within the magnificent castle and solemn church.
This was the worship of flesh and native body born within a world where mechanical prosthetics prevailed, with a little latest pharmaceutical added into the flesh beforehand, the effect was superb.
Lewis vomited directly.
No problem not vomiting, once he did, the sound immediately reached the ears of those below.
The people seated at the sides of the dining table instantly halted their actions, this sudden sound dragged them back from the fantasy to reality.
The ensuing panic was of the biggest secret being exposed.
Because even the security personnel wouldn’t be able to vomit on the ceiling, and they are prohibited from entering here.