Give Me the Name of God

Your natal god is..." The earl hesitated for a long time, but finally did not say the answer.

"I'm not going to tell you for now," the earl gave the following explanation, "In Typhon's temple, if you dare to recite the names of other gods, everyone present will fall into the abyss of hell with you, and you will never be able to escape , what you should know, I will naturally tell you in the future, the sacrifice is about to begin, don't play tricks."

Oops, the earl didn't name his natal god, and the first step of the plan failed.

Kunta is right, he can see through all lies, this old and cunning guy is too difficult to deal with.

Manda didn't dare to say a word, and took off his clothes under the watchful eyes of the count. The four priestesses helped him wash his body and put on a new robe.

The robe was supposed to be made of silk, which was a real luxury, and in this day and age, silk was exchanged for its weight in gold.

Dressed neatly, looking at the reflection in the bath, a neat boy appeared in front of him.

Wine red hair, deep blue eyes, high nose bridge and freckled face.

After coming to this world for a full ten days, this is the first time that Manda has examined his own appearance. He is not so outstanding, but he can be regarded as a decent young man, much better than the savage in his previous life.

But after finishing this sacrifice, he didn't know what he was going to look like.

Manda is still sentimental, and the priest has prepared the sacrifice.

The first-level sacrifice is very simple, only one sheep.

Manda stood under the altar, and the three priests played music with the lyre, panpipe and harp, and the four priests danced around the altar.

The count calmly directed every step of the sacrifice. When the music and dance reached a climax, the count made a gesture, and a priest stepped onto the altar and stabbed the goat in the heart with a sharp knife.

The goat wailed, and blood flowed down Manda's face along the cracks on the altar. There was not much blood from the goat, but the twelve-year-old boy was not too big. When the blood covered Manda's body, The most critical step is coming.

Can't give up hope, have to try!

Manda's mouth opened and closed, which seemed to be a very normal reaction. His face was covered with blood. In order to prevent the blood from choking his nose, people would instinctively open his mouth to breathe.

Manda did not do this for breathing, he silently recited the oath:

"Great god, my natal god, my master, please look here, forgive me for not being able to pronounce your name, but I flow your blood, and I dedicate sacrifices to you, together with my flesh and blood Dedicated to you, I pray for your strength, I pray for your protection, please open your door, please give me a way, please let me become your believer..."

This is the oath that Kunta designed for him, because Manda didn't ask the name of the natal god, so he had to make some temporary adaptations.

He wiped his face with both hands, and this action didn't seem to be a problem, but it was actually the second step of the plan, the blood oath.

The Earl had cut a cut on Manda's finger before, and Manda used her gold finger to enlarge the cut, squeezed out a lot of blood, and smeared it on her face.

"Together with my flesh and blood, I will dedicate it to you, I pray for your strength, please let me become your believer..."

Manda repeated the oath repeatedly, and he had already fulfilled the blood oath ahead of time during the offering of sacrifices.

And the object of the blood oath was a god whose name he did not know.

If the count knew what Manda was doing, he would have taken everyone out of the temple immediately. But what Manda did was too covert, the Earl didn't see the slightest flaw.

After the sacrifice was over, Manda came to the altar covered in sheep's blood, and recited the oath of blood with the earl.

"Son of Gaia and Tartarus, great Titan god Typhon, my master, please look here, I dedicate my flesh and blood to you, I pray for your strength, I pray for your protection , please open your door, please give me a way, please make me your believer!"

The count said it again, his tone was a bit strange, and his articulation was not so clear, but fortunately, he could barely distinguish it.

Manda repeated it, thinking to himself: Great natal god, I was forced to, and these don’t count!

The count asked Manda to stretch out his left hand. Manda hid a few drops of sheep blood in his palm in order to get away with it, but the count didn't give him a chance. A cut was made and blood was squeezed into the sacrificial vessel.

In this link, Manda has no chance to cheat.

After the sacrifice, the earl pressed Manda's shoulder, and the two knelt in front of the statue at the same time, waiting for Typhon's will.

The music and singing and dancing stopped instantly, and there was silence in the temple. Manda could even hear his own heartbeat.

His heart was beating fast because he was nervous. The earl seemed to be very nervous too. Beads of sweat hung on his face, he kept swallowing, and his expression was very bad.

A burst of cold air hit, and half of the candles in the temple were extinguished, and the remaining half became much darker.

Manda looked up at the statue of Typhon, and saw that the hundred snake heads around his neck were squirming, and the flame in his mouth seemed to tremble in the wind.

"Close your eyes and don't look directly at the gods!" The count shouted angrily, his tone became more vague, his lips were trembling, as if very angry.

Manda closed his eyes obediently, but his heart hung in his throat.

Kunta once told him that if the sacrifice is successful, the gods will come to the temple, sprinkle a drop of blood, and complete the blood oath.

Manda thought that all of this was on the spiritual and soul level, at least invisible and inaudible.

He was wrong, he closed his eyes and couldn't see the appearance of the gods, but he heard the voice, the voice of God.

At first it was a great commotion, laughing, crying, talking, praying, whispering, growling, trembling throats and making weird noises, and still singing tunes. With melodious songs.

Manda wanted to open his eyes, but his intuition told him not to do so, or he would become blind.

All the voices mixed together and poured into Manda's head, and Manda felt a splitting headache. Gradually, he couldn't hold on anymore and almost fell to the ground. Suddenly, all the sounds disappeared, and the temple returned to silence again.

Manda let out a long breath, his clothes were soaked with sweat under the severe pain.

Is this the end of the sacrifice? It seems that there is no pain as Kunta said. Didn't see Typhon pissed off, didn't look like Kunta, looks like he got the best results

Unexpectedly, a voice sounded in his ears again, low and noisy, like the noise in a radio. After a long time, Manda gradually discerned the content of the voice.

"Cheat me, someone cheated on me."

It was a person talking.

The same voice repeated over and over again, and the surrounding air became bitterly cold.

"Tartaros, my father, foolish mortals have deceived me, and I will take him into your abyss to torture him forever and ever."

Is this the voice of Typhon? Manda looked at the earl, the earl was motionless, his time seemed to have stopped, and the time of everyone around him seemed to have stopped.

Feeling that someone grabbed her hair and lifted her body off the ground, Manda wanted to struggle, but couldn't exert any strength.

"Stupid mortal, fall into the abyss, this is what you deserve! The first is you, and everyone here is next!"

Manda felt that his body was falling sharply, and at the same time, countless irons were burning his skin.

This kind of pain can make people go crazy instantly. Manda wanted to howl, but no sound came out of his throat.

Although he didn't know what the abyss of Tartarus was, Manda could imagine that it was even scarier than the eighteen levels of hell.

This time it was off the hook, the wisdom and power of the gods far exceeded his imagination, and his death behavior brought about disastrous consequences.

Just as he was about to lose consciousness, another voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

"Gaia, the mother of the earth, Tartarus, the lord of the abyss, I am a loyal believer of Typhon, please bear witness for me."

What a strange voice, like a man and a woman, like a person and like a group of people, like reciting and singing, carefully distinguishing as if there are thousands of voices, listening quietly, and it seems that only one person is speaking.

"I am a loyal believer of Typhon, please bear witness for me."

Someone is helping him, who could it be? Is it the Earl?

Impossible, the Earl is still in a frozen time, and Manda is not that important to him.

No one in this valley is willing to risk their lives to help him, and it seems that there is no such person in this world.

"I am a loyal believer of Typhon, please bear witness for me."

With the continuous prayer of this voice, Manda felt that the pain in her body was relieved a lot.

"I am a loyal believer of Typhon, please bear witness for me."

He felt that his body was slowly rising, as if breaking free from the abyss.

"I am a loyal believer of Typhon, please bear witness for me, I have prayed for you for so long, why don't you say a few words for yourself?"

What's going on, is he talking to me?

"Who else can I talk to, and others can't hear me!"

Manda gasped, almost screaming.

Intuition told him that this was his natal god, and his natal god was helping him.

His throat seemed to be able to speak.

"If you want to live, pray with me!"

"I am a loyal believer of Typhon, please bear witness for me."

Manda opened her mouth, and followed the natal god to pray word by word, just this sentence, I did not know how many times, until I felt my body returned to the altar, smelling the smell of sheep blood and the unique fragrance of candle fire.

"You are my believer!" The hoarse voice sounded again, and Typhon accepted Manda.

The earl also heard this sentence, and his time finally resumed its flow.

The count looked up at the statue, and saw a drop of bright red blood flow out from the mouth of a snake head in Typhon.

The blood fell into the sacrificial vessel impartially, and the earl's cheek twitched. He wanted to laugh, but couldn't.

"Open your eyes," the count said vaguely, "drink the gift of the gods!"

Manda opened his eyes and felt that he had experienced a century of torture, but in fact he only waited in front of the altar for a few minutes.

He took the sacrificial vessel from the earl, which was mixed with his own blood and the blood of the gods, with an indescribable smell in the pungent salty smell.

Do you want to drink it or not?

Is the natal god really protecting himself?

Manda was hesitating, when a dozen eyes suddenly appeared on the earl's face, staring at him together, as if a single glance could penetrate his heart.

"What are you waiting for?" asked the count.

Manda put the sacrificial vessel to his mouth, and the voice of the natal god sounded in his ears again: "I have secretly replaced that drop of blood, drink it, it is my blood."

The earl's eyes became more and more fierce, Manda didn't dare to think too much, raised his neck, straightened his back, and drank the blood from the sacrificial vessel.