The Purifiers in the innermost circle drove their blades through their own hearts with all their strength. The tips even pierced out through their backs, and blood sprayed wildly, instantly turning the ground beneath them into a pool of crimson!
These Purifiers at the very center were all fanatics. Their faith in the Whispering God had seeped deep into their bones, driving them to madness.
They had already received Kesuer's promise. By offering their lives to the Whispering God now, when the Whispering God descended upon this world, it would help them reshape their bodies and grant their souls eternal life!
That was precisely why the fanatics who had pierced their own hearts all wore smiles on their faces, as though they were not marching toward death, but attending a grand feast.
Yet this bloody, gruesome sight immediately frightened the candidates for holy vessels within the altar into screaming again and again. Quite a few of the female holy vessels dropped to the ground, curling up and shrinking toward the center of the altar.
Only now did these candidates chosen as holy vessels realize that these people who looked like cultists were not joking around. They meant it!
Just then, the church organ let out a hoarse, eerie melody, composed in imitation of the rhythm of a Whisperer's white noise.
The music had an immense psychological effect on ordinary people, immediately calming the Saints who had been terrified moments ago.
A ring of stone grooves surrounded the altar. The blood of the fanatics who had stabbed themselves straight through the heart flowed into those grooves, then joined together into a complete crimson circle that gave off a sickly sweet stench.
Next came the following part of the ritual. Several dozen men and women, long prepared for this moment, began to