Chapter 241

In the base.

A weak, bald man wearing blue and white hospital pajamas and an oxygen mask was looking at the center of the array with burning eyes.

Jack, from the Brinks Jewish financial group, is very young; he is only a mere fifty years old this year.

Compared to those financial group elders in their sixties, seventies, or eighties, he is really young, but this does not mean he does not crave life. In fact, his desire for life is no less than that of any elderly person.

Because he has a disease—an incurable one: cancer.

He has less than two years to live. He is not reconciled; he is an important member of the Brinks financial group, and he hasn't enjoyed enough of the debauchery and wine-soaked life yet!

How could he be willing to die just like that?

So, when he learned that his family had been investing in a company called Watershed that explores mysterious powers, he went all-in and invested most of his assets into this area.

Finally, this was perhaps the last successful investment of his life. Only God knows how happy he was when he learned that the Gluttony Array had been completed.

Thank the Lord.

As a Jew, Brinks, who considers himself a member of the chosen people, thought so.

What?

Gluttony Demon King?

So what? Demons are all losers to the Lord. Now, the Lord's chosen people have a need, so you losers should strive to satisfy it in order to leave hell!

A smile appeared on Jack's face.

He seemed to be able to see the scene of himself recovering his health.

Gluttony Demon King Beelzebub is, in legend, the ghost king in charge of plagues. Since he is in charge of plagues, then take away my damn cancer!

At this time, the last girl placed in the center of the array had her throat crushed, her wrists and ankles twisted, and flames ignited on her body, exactly the same as when the Gluttony Witch died.

The middle-aged supervisor beside him bowed his head, "Mr. Jack, the ritual is ready. Please go to the main seat."

"Good, good. After I recover, you go to one of our media companies. A general manager position with equity should suit you very well."

The supervisor's eyes lit up instantly.

Isn't such fawning just for benefits?

The Brinks Jewish financial group is one of the media giants on the East Coast of America and belongs to the emerging financial groups. A general manager position with equity—this is almost stepping out of being a high-level employee and into the ranks of capitalists.

Great!

"Sir, I will take you there."

The supervisor immediately pushed the wheelchair and took Jack toward the main position of the array.

Looking at the flowing blood and remaining limbs on the ground, there was not a shred of disgust in Jack's eyes. He knew that these were necessary sacrifices. Anyway, he had money, and those homeless people had voluntarily signed agreements; they couldn't blame him if they died.

"Death will eventually leave me."

Heh, those old guys, worrying that the array is immature, worrying that the Bureau is setting traps, worrying about accidents...

Worrying about this and that, so none of them came.

A bunch of cowards.

Now, the fruits of victory will be harvested by me.

"Ritual, begin."

A hoarse, aged voice sounded.

The staff around them stepped onto the stage one after another and began to chant the incantations and prayers from the Sin-Eater Array and the Gluttony Array.

"The unclean and impure in hell... in charge of the spread of plagues, inciting malice and disputes among the world..."

Large patches of dirty stains appeared on the gray stone surface.

"In the midnight when stomach acid boils, in the corner where bread molds, oh, the putrid torrent rolling in the cracks of hell, please listen to the buzzing of the flies..."

One after another, the stomachs of humans, cows, pigs, etc., rolled in the blood trenches, and stomach acid flowed in the blood trenches, making a sizzling sound.

And above the array, a large number of flies prepared in advance were released. It was also strange; none of these flies flew around randomly, but instead followed the blood trenches and circled above the array.

The buzzing sound made by the swarm of flies also appeared grand and terrifying amidst the increasingly loud chanting.

"Great Beelzebub! King of Gluttony! Ghost King who is His enemy!"

"Your tentacles entwine all rotting things, your pupils reflect the never-ending chewing, grant me the fangs to chew all things, grant me..."

Boom— Boom—

The ground was vibrating faintly.

The blood trenches formed by those circles and pentagrams were also trembling slightly, and even began to bubble, boiling!!!

Jack, as well as countless staff and soldiers, were looking at this scene at this moment, their eyes wide.

For Westerners deeply influenced by the Bible, they cannot resist miracles, even if these are "miracles" of demons.

Bang!

Bang, bang, bang!

One after another, one after another, people knelt on the ground and began to worship toward the array.

From this moment on.

This place has become a place forsaken by Jesus.

"I am willing to offer the power of the flesh to become your bait. Please tear open the cracks of hell and descend upon this starving world!!!!"

When the last prayer fell.

The ground stopped vibrating and even slowly ceased.

???

Feeling the ground that no longer had any movement, Jack was full of confusion. Where was the movement? Just like this? Where are the dependents? Where are the wishes? Where are the demons?

Where did they all go?

Could it be that the ritual failed?

No, it can't be like this!

Wait!

Jack's fierce gaze looked toward the center of the array.

Under the chosen woman, the place covered by blood suddenly began to expand, spread, and roll, and the woman's body also sank into the blood.

Crack, crack, crack...

The ground really cracked open a gap.

Pale ghost hands reached out, grabbing the woman tightly, pulling her downward with all their might. In that crack, one could see clusters of orange flames rising, exploding, and spreading, as well as patches of ground flowing like magma. However, beside this ground, there was a dark green, bubbling, putrid river.

In the putrid river and magma patches, there were phantom souls struggling, screaming in pain and waving their hands. The emotions in every pair of eyes were incomparably abundant—that was a gaze that could strike the heart, which no movie star in the world could compare to!!

Moreover, even in such a harsh living environment, there was no lack of life.

Black stratum corneum demons, about 1.5 meters tall with big bellies, waved their incomplete and rotting claws and jumped, seemingly wanting to pass through this crack to come to the present world.

This is the scene of hell, revealed in full.

Jack's face was pale. At this moment, he finally understood why those people older than him would be so stubbornly wanting to shed their sins. Going to hell is really a very terrifying thing!!

But turning his head, he became excited.

He succeeded! He succeeded!

Now, he is going to recover his health and even become a dependent with power!

Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack, crack—

The woman had already been completely grabbed in by those pale ghost hands.

This is the offering, which is one of the meanings of offering the power of the flesh in the prayer.

And as the woman was completely swallowed, a claw emitting a foul stench, covered in pustules and sores, and stained with green liquid, reached out, followed by a second one. The two claws grabbed the ground and pulled hard to the sides, seemingly wanting to make the crack larger so that the body could come out completely.

But as if it had been restricted by something, it could only let out a roar of unwillingness in the end, and the arm suddenly broke free and flew out.

Bang!

A huge arm, fully two meters long, landed on the ground.

Gurgle... gurgle, gurgle...

The green arm twisted and deformed. In an instant, it turned into a demon that was only 2.5 meters tall, with a big belly, a pair of fly wings on its back, a large number of green-headed flies circling around it, and its whole body emitting a putrid stench.

"Damn it, why couldn't the quality of the offering be better?! It made me only able to come out in one-sixth of my form."

"And this damn restriction of God, the hell crack is so small..."

The demon made a sound. After complaining, it looked at Jack, who was in the main position of the array. In those orange eyes flashed a cunning brilliance, "My dear summoner, that you can summon me is your honor."

The communication between the demon and the human began here.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

It took heavy steps and came before Jack, casually swatting away the people who were scared stiff and blocking its way.

Gulp—

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Jack was stunned, and then quickly reacted.

He knelt on the ground, "Great Demon King Beelzebub, it is me, it is me who summoned you."

!!!

The demon's eyes widened, "I am not Demon King Beelzebub!"

Huh?

Jack opened his mouth, his brain seemingly returning to the time when he was fighting for his industry, "No matter who you are, you are a great demon. Being able to summon you is my honor. May I have the honor of knowing your name?"

The demon grinned and said something that made Jack's hair stand on end, "Human, your brain smells good."

"Remember, my name is Given Gula, a servant demon beside the great Demon King Beelzebub, and also one of the leaders of the fly swarm."

"Hmm, your wish, speak."

Looking at the array, seemingly recognizing it, Given Gula said to Jack.

Jack's eyes lit up, "I want to become your dependent! Shed my sins! Extend my life! If possible, I want..."

"Hahaha!! Human, with this greed of yours, perhaps you should go find the demons belonging to Demon King Mamen. It's possible, all possible, as long as you satisfy me with a tiny little condition."

Given Gula lowered its head and leaned close to Jack to say.

The thick, fishy stench even made the others faint. The big mouth that was opened was full of rotten teeth and maggots; it was really unbearable to look at.

But Jack ignored it completely.

"Please speak."

Given Gula stretched out its tongue, which was fully half a meter long, and licked its dry, gray lips. Its big belly rumbled.

Jack suddenly realized, "Your offerings are all ready."

"Hey! Call the warehouse and have them bring all the offerings over."

"No need, these here are not bad."

Huh?

Before he could react.

Given Gula opened its big mouth.

A large number of green-headed flies were spat out from its mouth like vomit, flying in all directions.

Each of these green-headed flies was twice as big as a normal one, carrying corrosive liquid on their bodies, which could assist them in sucking food.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!!!

A fly plague like a locust plague had arrived.

(End of chapter)