The war centered on the gate of Boulder City became increasingly fierce, as if the half-insect people in Boulder City were as endless as the waves, and there was no sign of stopping until now.

The roars and howls of the half-insects, the roars and explosions of the Achilles warriors, the hissing of flesh being torn, the slashing of the air, and the crackling of the burning sea of ​​fire became the main theme of the Boulder Gate.

On a high tower in the center of the Stone City, there was a statue of a figure that looked like neither insect nor human, nailed to a cross. Below the statue was a bishop of the Martyr's sect and the knight who was previously responsible for guarding the Stone City.

"Our compatriots are suffering. It is real suffering. It is a massacre that is enough to make their souls perish. If it continues like this, our compatriots and the forces we have cultivated will be burned to ashes. Then when will endless suffering really befall this world?!"

"The important thing is, if we are exposed I will die!!! I still want to pursue my own goals! You charlatan!"

The knight with two arthropod claws growing under his ribs has transformed into an inhuman posture. He has four eyes, and his pupils are stretched to the left and right at the same time, like a bug. His teeth have gradually evolved into insect mouthparts. His body is bulging and a little hunchbacked, and under his robe, there are only layers of limbs that look like control structures.

Facing the knight's questioning, the bishop simply turned around indifferently. His transformation was more thorough than the knight's. He had become a living, standing insect with four arms, and his hands had degenerated into sharp claws. The knight still had a little bit of a human face and human mouth.

Now the bishop of the Martyr Sect stationed here has completely turned into a complete insect. His nose has turned into two air vents, and his eyes have begun to split. Countless pupils have merged into two pairs of compound eyes, and his mouth has split into two pincer-like jaws that open and close like chewing something, looking hideous and terrifying.

The bishop put his four claws together and stirred them together. His mouth, which was like the mouthparts of an insect, opened, revealing the sharp, turbine-shaped black teeth inside.

"Don't worry, my friend. The real victims have not been sent over yet. They are our real compatriots. We have the same blood as them. They support the sect and the endless suffering... All living beings should fear them, respect them, and yearn for them. However, all living beings are too stupid!"

The bishop sighed, as if he was pessimistic about the future of mankind, and as if his mind was shaken by the endless suffering, and he began to feel a little bit of pity.

The knight had a furious look on his face, and his pupils, which were originally split to the left and right, actually showed a slight tendency to close, showing his master's anger. The sharp claws on both sides of his ribs drooped down, and his two hands were placed on the two rapiers hanging at his waist. He slightly tightened the hilts and questioned.

"You always say the same thing. I joined the Sufferer's Cult in pursuit of a stronger path and greater power! Now, the secret here is about to be exposed. Are you going to wait for that crazy god-like wizard to destroy everything before you give up? Or, in other words, complete your suffering?"

At the end of his speech, a hint of mocking smile flashed across the angry knight's face. In his opinion, these crazy people who worshipped insects were simply unreasonable. What endless suffering, what sentient beings bearing suffering, to put it bluntly, wasn't it just a gathering of faith?

They use all kinds of doctrines to gather faith and confuse the masses. What a bunch of damn guys!

"Um?"

The bishop's four compound eyes composed of countless pupils revealed an indescribable look, as if there was compassion, as if there was mercy, but also as if there was nothing. He just ignored the knight indifferently and asked back.

"Don't you want to be freed from endless suffering? My compatriots, only the representative of endless suffering, the Lord of Suffering, can lead you to immerse yourself in suffering and become a person who truly bears suffering. Suffering is the real source of our strength, isn't it?"

The firm words just now seemed to vanish into thin air.

"No, no, I don't want to believe in any suffering... No, I should bear all the suffering and gather at the feet of the Lord of Suffering... No..."

The knight fell to his knees, supporting himself on the ground with his four arms, and his four eyes began to move around crazily.

He was trying to convince himself, or rather, another force in his mind was convincing himself. He tried hard to face reality and maintain his self-identity, but under the endless will and the wailing of the insect swarm, under the endless calls and endless suffering, his will began to loosen, cracks began to appear, and his mind was twisted.

That is how it should be. Everyone should follow the footsteps of the Lord of Suffering, shoulder suffering, use suffering as strength, and spread suffering. Only suffering is the only truth in the world.

Looking at the knight who was lost in confusion, self-denial and self-justification, the bishop nodded with satisfaction, and he recruited another general for the great Martyr's sect.

The knight's final will and struggle seemed to him to be just a small stone in front of the endless waves. Sooner or later, he would be swept into the endless waves, indulge in suffering, and eventually become one of the sufferings.

"Now is not the time to expose yourself. We should wipe out the warriors sent by these wizards and then make excuses for them. We should cover it up as long as possible. The power of suffering has penetrated into every aspect of this world. The Carnival of Sufferers is about to stand out, but not now!"

The bishop turned around, his ferocious mouth opened and closed, and he muttered to himself. Then, on the dome above his head, the victim who was in a deep sleep opened his four ferocious eyes and crawled on the dome like a worm, looking into the distance.

They are the true foundation and warriors of the Sufferer Cult. Each of their limbs has been strengthened by the Lord of Suffering, making them the most perfect killing machines.

The tail is like a scorpion's blade, sharp claws with the function of breaking through defense, and the strong vitality, the monotonous and direct killing instinct, the sharp teeth and the venom entangled on the tongue, their speed will be greatly improved when they crawl in a winding way. They have increased their speed and lethality to the extreme. The only shortcoming may be the slightly thin external armor.

“Cri, ri, ri!!!”

It seems neat but is extremely chaotic, with roars filled with distortion and sin constantly ringing out in the dome.

One by one, the victims began to open their eyes, crawling on the top of the tower and disappearing into the darkness. They were about to transform into the cruelest blades, cutting off all external tentacles and temptations.

(End of this chapter)