The Great Baptism is about to begin.
The old woman stared at Liu Zheng, who stood before the Twisted Saint, her face showing excitement.
For many years, since the previous Church elders failed, no one has dared to attempt Great Baptism.
It's not that the remaining believers aren't devout enough, but rather that if a few more die, the Church will be empty.
Fortunately, the Great Baptism doesn't necessarily have to be done by Church members; it only requires the person to participate voluntarily.
Judging from the fact that this outsider was able to easily withstand the embellished Needle Baptism, there is still a chance that this Great Baptism will be successful.
"Let's get started."
The old woman spoke to the Helmet Man.
The Helmet Man nodded, then dragged over a large box that had been prepared beforehand.
Press the button, and the large box automatically unfolds into twelve faces like a Rubik's Cube, each face containing a different torture instrument.
There are twelve months in a year, and each month corresponds to a kind of baptism.
The Great Baptism is to go through all twelve months of baptisms at once.
Such inhuman torture can only be endured by non-humans.
Saints throughout history, even those who underwent Great Baptism at the time, often died from various aftereffects.
Of course, after their deaths, their bodies would also exhibit different miracles, inspiring other believers.
"Holy Lord of Pain, we gather here to show you the piety and courage of humankind. May you gladly accept this great suffering and bestow miracles to inspire the world."
"Great Twisted Saint, may your suffering protect us and ensure the success of the Great Baptism."
The old woman faced the statue and prayed softly.
At that moment, nails were also driven into her body.
Two nails were pinned to his shoulders, and one to his chest, symbolizing the miracle of following the Twisted Saint.
The old woman's physique was clearly not as good as the Helmet Man's; her face turned pale after just three nails.
If the Great Baptism were to happen a few more times, she would probably kill herself with the presiding.
It's fair to say that the Church of Pain has fallen to this state.
Let's begin.
The old woman turned around and spoke to the Helmet Man.
The Helmet Man nodded and took a leather bag from the box.
He walked behind Liu Zheng, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the statue, put the bag over the latter's head, and then slowly tightened it.
The specially designed pocket gradually clung to Liu Zheng's face, completely expelling the air inside.
Then, the Helmet Man pounded his chest hard, expelling the air from his lungs.
The Helmet Man's exertion was very skillful; he only managed to expel air from his lungs without damaging them or his ribs.
This is the baptism of January, the Suffocation Baptism.
With Liu Zheng's exceptionally high physical condition, he naturally consumes a great deal of oxygen.
Soon, the feeling of suffocation came from deep within his brain.
His nostrils twitched involuntarily, trying to inhale some air, but he couldn't get anything inhaled except for the leather bag that emitted a faint odor.
It has to be said that this baptism was a huge blow to Liu Zheng.
He can overcome the pain from physical injuries, but he cannot fight the instinct of his cells to need oxygen.
Soon, he began to choke himself, trying to relieve the discomfort.
Liu Zheng's suprasternal notch, supraclavicular notch, intercostal spaces, and subxiphoid soft tissue were sunken due to excessive inhalation, making him look extremely frightening.
Anke turned his head away, unable to bear watching any longer.
As for Marianne and her three children, they had already been sent to their room; this scene was not suitable for them to watch.
The Calico Cat, meanwhile, was squatting to one side, nonchalantly licking its paws.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes
Five minutes passed before the Helmet Man removed the bag.
Liu Zheng first let out a violent cough, then greedily inhaled the surrounding air.
His cheeks and lips turned bluish-purple and black, which was a sign of severe oxygen deprivation.
In fact, if it weren't for the effect of " Flesh Rebirth," he would have already died once.
"Very good, very good."
The old woman nodded in satisfaction.
This level doesn't look that bloody, but it's actually quite difficult to pass.
The stronger a person is, the harder it is to pass this test.
She didn't care about Liu Zheng's reaction during the process.
Whether one endures suffering or lets it run its course, it is something the Lord of Pain is pleased to see.
The Helmet Man didn't give Liu Zheng much time to catch his breath, and took out a bell the size of a human head from the box.
He placed the clock upside down on Liu Zheng's head, and then began to strike the clock with a key.
The deafening noise assaulted Liu Zheng's brain directly through bone conduction, and the dense, chaotic melody tormented his mind and body.
Noise levels exceeding 60 decibels can cause fatigue, drowsiness, and lethargy; levels exceeding 90 decibels can cause anxiety, irritability, and depression; and levels exceeding 120 decibels can cause hearing loss or permanent deafness.
The noise emitted by this specially made bell exceeds 140 decibels.
Even Anke, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't stand it. He covered his ears and felt nauseous.
Blood seeped from Liu Zheng's nostrils and ear holes, pooled on the tip of his chin, and then dripped onto the floor.
His nerves and blood vessels were damaged by the noise, leading to symptoms of intracranial hemorrhage.
However, the " Flesh Rebirth " has fully demonstrated its effectiveness.
His cerebral blood vessels kept rupturing and repairing, and his brain tissue kept deforming and regenerating.
In this dizzy, disoriented state, I lost track of how much time had passed before the bells finally stopped ringing.
The Helmet Man removed the bronze bell. A thick layer of blood had formed on Liu Zheng's face, the result of ruptured capillaries.
Can you hear me?
The old woman asked.
"Wait, wait, wait?"
He tilted his head and replied.
"What did you say?"
"Waibibabu?"
Liu Zheng looked even more confused than she did.
"Looks like his brain has broken down."
The old woman said regretfully.
So what if it's broken? As long as the person is still alive, that's all that matters.
The Lord of Pain does not care whether the Great Baptism is performed by a wise man or a fool.
Rather, it's more accurate to say that being too clever or too foolish is a form of suffering.
"Just kidding. This little bit of noise isn't even as bad as my boss's singing."
Liu Zheng wiped the blood off his face and said calmly.
"Please increase the intensity, I'm almost asleep."
He said arrogantly.
"Okay, okay."
The older woman was not angry, but rather pleased.
Although a fool can also please the Lord of Pain through the Great Baptism, a normal person can demonstrate a greater miracle through the Great Baptism.
If this outsider can survive the Great Baptism.
The thought of this possibility almost made the old woman so excited that she wanted to pull the nail out and shove it back into her heart.
Thankfully, she resisted the urge to harm herself.
She could certainly die, but only after the Great Baptism was completed.
Ideally, we should wait until this outsider becomes pope.
"Continue!"
The old woman spoke excitedly to the Helmet Man.