EP.129 Slanted ceiling and mountains of laughing corpses – 1
There is water at the bottom of the abyss. It is water with a slightly sticky texture that slithers up to your ankles.
I know this because I experienced it myself. To refute, step on the bottom of the abyss.
I made the great discovery of the century, but people are more important than facts. First of all, I decided to figure out the number of people.
I cried out into the pitch black darkness.
“Is everyone all right! number! one!”
“two!”
Callis, who was very nervous, was the first to answer. also a soldier. The military water has not drained yet.
“Three!”
Next was the Undead, who accepted the situation well. After that, the silence came.
A little later, the regressor’s voice was heard.
“…I’m fine. Neither the child, nor the butterfly, nor Tyr.”
no really
“Wow, why don’t you call the number here? I don’t care, really! Aren’t you in the right mood?”
“You don’t have to tell me the number! Isn’t it enough to know that everything is fine!”
That’s how I argue, but I’m mind-reading and I’m reading everyone, so there’s no need to check!
what are the beasts
“Mmmmm…”
“Nyaha…”
It’s okay because he’s alive. yes. The King of Beasts can’t fall so easily.
I bullied the regressor.
“Since we can’t be seen, aren’t they checking to be safe? really really They think we number them because we are fools.”
“wait. I’ll check it out…. Seven-color eyes, five-color blue eyes, open eyes.”
For an instant, a blue light hovered in the eyes of the regressor. I looked at the regressor who secured his sight with a single fraud technique with disapproval.
“Do I really have to say things like opening seven-colored eyes? Isn’t that too childish?”
“It’s to focus! How about some words!”
“No, even four people can’t say it, but they’re good at saying the embarrassing words of seven colors and five colors. Is it the disease that takes the second year of secondary school? But I didn’t even go to secondary school.”
“hey! I need to look around, so be quiet!”
The hot-headed regressor fired at it, then looked around with deep-seeing eyes. now where Shall we steal a little perspective this time? Show me what you see.
That’s how I read what the regressor sees now.
The first thing you see is the overturned Tantalus, tilted at an angle. The prison building was tucked away down the slope, and we managed to hang upside down on ropes and stand on the damp ground.
The ground on which we were stepping on just a moment ago turned into the ceiling, literally turning the heavens and earth upside down. There was no sense of reality, so it seemed like we were entering an abstract painting.
Just looking at this, it seems that Tantalus may have hit the bottom after leaning, but that doesn’t explain the vast void that was visible just a moment ago.
If there was a bottom in the first place, it would have stopped on a slanting line without turning upside down. Clearly, the moment the ground turned over, something inexplicable with common sense must have happened. Perhaps it is because the bottomlessness of the abyss was a space that could only be reached by being turned upside down.
When the regressor, who had finished examining the easily recognizable ceiling, looked down to the bottom.
“…uh?”
there was something
From a distance, it looked like a huge mountain. It had a slightly gentler slope than the sloped Tantalus, but it was definitely a mountain with a summit and ridgeline.
A gentle mountain that exists beneath this abyss. splashing water.
…and the odd texture that touches your feet.
The deep-seeing eye, Cheongan, could not distinguish trivial textures well.
Why do all the visible rocks have five projections that look like fingers and toes?
oh no That’s not a rock. It’s not even a bump that looks like a finger.
This.
“Awwhh!”
Ajay cried. Jumping off the ground, it clasped its claws at the overturned Tantalus like a bat. They barked furiously as if they didn’t want to get close to the ground, and hurriedly grabbed hold of the supports to which they were tied.
But no one answered the cry.
Because I was overwhelmed by what filled this land.
“…blood. This is all…”
I realized it without expert evaluation. Because my nose was now full of the scent of blood that had been wafting up before I knew it.
Should I call this blood? or not.
“Callis. Stay still. Something is strange.”
A time when even the undead felt ominous and muttered.
In place of the disappeared daylights, nightlights were turned on.
In the distance, a prison dug into the ground shone dimly. It was the dim light of the night lights that were turned on all over the building. At the same time, the searchlights attached to the walls of the prison began to move to search for the fugitives.
The bright yellow searchlight, unaware that the earth had been turned upside down, dutifully followed the human figure away from the prison and swayed to and fro… The
round light trembled like mad.
as if one was crazy.
“Ah…”
someone exclaimed.
The bright yellow light that illuminated the darkness in a circle seemed to make the pupils of a person in fear quiver. The light shook zig-zag as if it wanted to view the entire mountain. A round light wandered aimlessly.
All areas that are so lighted. without missing a single one.
It had a human shape.
“300,000 slaughter king’s karma….
It was a tragedy that could only be reached by large numbers.
300,000 to 300,000 people were thrown alive into a pit. Whoever hit the ground first would have died instantly. Maybe the second or the third would have died if they had gone through that kind of fall. Maybe up to 10,000 died like that.
After enough people are piled up, the height difference decreases and the bottom becomes soft with piles of flesh.
I don’t know when. Probably nobody knows. At that time, even the king who pushed people into the pit would not have been interested. It would have been a life where you didn’t have to worry about life or death the moment you dropped it.
Anyway. at that time.
Some would have rolled over mountains of corpses alive, while others would have been crushed by corpses pouring down from above before they could escape. The limbs may have been broken and broken. He must have suffered from a broken head and twisted limbs. While throwing 300,000, some of them might have become terrible figures that are hard to imagine.
Cries and screams, despair and fear. Enmity and anger towards the person who falls or the one who falls. Cursing and pleading.
so one by one. The dead or the dead piled up.
That’s how 300,000 are accumulated. The mountain of corpses has become more than just a pile of corpses.
On the surface, it was a mountain of corpses, but it was a sight that could only be seen from the outside.
Piled and piled corpses create pressure equal to their height. Contrary to the appearance, the corpses buried inside were crushed so that their shapes could not be recognized. The blood filtered through the skin and clothes was squeezed out to create a new water source. A liquid more like bodily fluid than blood flowed from the crushed body, forming a shallow sea.
Somehow the pitch was clear.
The death of 300,000 was an insult to humanity that only a massacre of that scale could create.
“Was it like that…”
Then the searchlight, which was wandering and running zigzag, found something and stopped. Soon after, all the searchlights found the most ‘human’ shape and rushed at it in unison.
The top of this mountain of hideous corpses. Five lights illuminated the pole.
A bottomless pit where there are no worms and no mold.
In a space isolated from the rest of the world, without rotting or crumbling.
At the top of the Shishan Blood Sea that lasted for 1300 years.
A woman was kneeling at the top.
As if repenting for this terrible sin, mourning all the dead bodies. He was lying on his lap with his palms spread out and his head bowed.
A loose priest’s attire resembling Jiseon’s clothes, in a posture that would be taken by the burial of the god of earth. Six rings were worn on her right wrist. His jet-black hair was loose and parted, but perhaps because there was no wind, it was not frizzy and even had a slight sheen.
A pitch-black staff lay horizontally on the corpse’s palm, looking like a guru of the goddess Earth to anyone who saw it–
except for a cruciform wedge going through its belly.
“The Cross? Why is the symbol of Seonghwangcheong over there…?”
Spotting the symbol of his nemesis, Tyr reflexively furrowed his brows.
Why is there a cross in the abyss, the hell of the mother goddess? Why is the cross pierced through a woman’s belly at the extreme point of the tomb?
The answer came from Jiseon.
“A long time ago, there was a great master in our Jimo religion. The great master of all Earth Mother Shinto who was said to have used earth magic for the first time.”
slaps slaps.
In the black darkness, where everyone stopped, Ji-seon walked alone. The sound of blood splattering left as footprints.
“When the king summoned 300,000 burials to bury the bodies, most of the burials who went there were retards seeking to make a fortune and tarnish the name of the mother goddess. They were cowardly and despicable bastards like corpse hawks roaming around aiming for a corpse… except for some. In order to prevent the false burials from insulting the Mother Goddess, the great master came to the place with his colleagues.”
Thanks to a few dedicated mother goddesses, many unqualified acts were covered. Not only now, but also back then.
The time when the king of the king and the king of the king fought each other was the time when the prosperity of the Jimo Shinto was the most prosperous. There were many burials, but there were also many true burials, and they moved more diligently than those who did not deserve to comfort those who went through the war.
That was how the Jimo faith was maintained in those days.
And the king of the kingdom terribly hated the belief in mother earth, which required a ceremony for the corpse. To the extent that they wanted to uproot the mother-of-pearl belief.
“I found out the fact by visiting the cave on the top of the highest mountain, which is the temple of the goddess Earth Mother. Other than that, the traces of the Grand Master completely disappeared after that.”
If the undeserving people were gathered together and tried to accuse them of immorality, the king should not have killed those buried.
Wearing burial goods and showing the whole world the appearance of being fed by the death of others, you will be able to pass on your anger over the massacre to the religion of Jimo.
However, the king did not do that and killed all the burials. It wouldn’t be wrong if he was a tyrant who couldn’t control his temper. It would be more reasonable to think that there are other reasons.
For example, someone who buried a prisoner refused the burial goods. It was so sublime that no one could criticize it.
“It’s just that it’s impossible for stupid corpse hawks to dig a huge pit for 300,000 people to be buried in three days. The little man, no one else, knows best.”
The number of burials gathered was small compared to the size of the project, and the deadline was too tight. So people just guessed that the king would have used his soldiers.
But what if that’s not the case?
“Because the master interfered. Because she made a tomb for those who would die with her power before the body hawks smelled the corpse. Because Grand Master buried all the bodies alone. The king of the kingdom has received his karma as it is.
The king, who was unable to achieve his goal, brutally murdered the great master and other burials. For him who could not pass on the responsibility, the burials who wandered the world were nothing more than messengers who would sing of his ugliness.”
That was the secret of the abyss that Ji-seon found.
Until now, Ji-seon hadn’t doubted that fact. Because there were few people in this world who were as deeply involved in the mother faith as she was.
“But I guess not. The king did not kill the great servant.”
However, at this moment, the Great Master appeared from the bottomless pit. Even with a cross stabbed in the back.
Considering that at that time, the Celestial Church was a mundane faith that was not worth fighting against, the scene in front of us meant only one thing.
“It was the angelic minions who killed her and made all history forgotten. Cowardly prophets peeping into the future. Those who stood on the side of the king and instigated the downfall of the king. I guess they were… The place that destroyed us, killed the Grand Master, and humiliated us.”
That mountain of corpses might be the work of the king.
Along with this abyss, it was the work of Seonghwangcheong that the Great Master was crucified on top of a mountain of corpses.
