Pure white light tore through the darkness, illuminating the pitch-black Underground Holy Hall. Then Li Wei saw everything before him.
It was an enormous altar.
All manner of images had been carved into the surrounding walls, seemingly no different from churches elsewhere. High on the walls, those "angels" looked down from above (Li Wei really struggled to consider things with eyes growing in their wings, which looked more like mutant monsters from science fiction films than people, angels), while human believers stood beneath them.
Unlike the images painted in other churches, however, the believers in these murals were neither praying nor fighting. Instead, everything they depicted was twisted and evil-they embraced one another, engaging in acts almost impossible to describe in words. Above them were grotesque winged creatures that seemed to be watching this feast.
Farther along, a crowd laughed uproariously, gorging themselves on food and drink in a display of excess that surpassed even an aristocratic banquet. As for what they were eating... well, it was rather hard to look at.
"Good grief, what is this, some kind of banquet?"
Li Wei could not help commenting as he looked. Clearly, he had viewed the scenes in the wrong order, but their contents were easy enough to understand. Put simply, the believers had held a feast to praise the Holy Lord. They prepared the ingredients, cleaned them, roasted the food, and held their banquet.
During the banquet, they received the blessings of the Holy Lord's angels... yes, as long as you ignored the details and only listened to a brief explanation, it did not seem particularly strange.
It was like those one-minute horror movie recaps on video sites. There was nothing wrong with the synopsis or the commentary, provided you did not look too closely at the actual content.
Otherwise,