2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"A miracle... no, a miracle, this is a miracle..."

The priest's eyes filled with tears. He almost couldn't hold back the throbbing in his heart and knelt down to worship the bloody figure in the distance.

Although he knew that the Holy Son had the ability to devour alien species, he could only feel the shock when he actually saw this scene with his own eyes.

It must have been because the Bishop saw the Holy Son swallowing the Molten Lord with his own eyes that he firmly believed that the other party was the miraculous Son born of the Holy Lord in the world, destined to lead all the believers to subvert the rule of the incompetent god.

"Let me go! Let me go quickly!"

The cry of the boy next to him interrupted the priest's thoughts. He wiped the wet corners of his eyes and glanced at the other party impatiently: "Be quiet, your sister is fine."

The dark armor trembled: "What? How do you know?"

The priest did not answer, but looked at the bloody figure in the distance with great admiration and admiration, as if no matter what happened, he would not look away.

The man with the chain power said: "I just received news that the VIP ward on the seventh floor fell into a brief riot. It has subsided now and the vital signs of all patients are stable."

Standing on the other side, a slightly feminine-looking man with long hair followed: "They are all fine, and your sister must be fine too."

"Lord Holy Son... He has taken over everything from the Queen." The priest's voice sounded like he was talking in sleep.

Compared to the somewhat nervous priest, the son of God in a white coat looked careless and said impatiently: "Okay, okay, we've finished watching the excitement. I guess the Special Bureau is coming soon, so it's time to leave."

The priest frowned slightly: "Special Branch? I should have blocked the surrounding signals immediately when they came in..."

Shenzi picked his ears and said somewhat speechlessly: "In these years, you have only focused on developing your 'performance'. You can run away at any time just because you have Yin Kong around you. Your vigilance is really too low. Even if people can't contact the outside world from inside, can't they be in advance? Would you like to say hello and ask your friends outside to call the police?”

"Smart, as expected of the Holy Son." The priest nodded in approval.

"No one can hear you flattering me here."

"This is my admiration from the bottom of my heart."

Why? Why wasn't it noticed earlier?

In this state, Yan Muyun's reaction was obviously a little slow. After thinking for a while, the corners of his mouth gradually opened in a terrifying arc. From the front, it looked like his head was divided into two halves: "You... are really... Damn it."

"You'd better not let me touch any part of your body." The young man in the dark armor said with a cold tone.

"Goodbye, Lord Holy Son." The priest put one hand on his lower abdomen and the other behind his back. He bowed slightly like a gentleman, then turned and walked towards the sunny door.

"Damn it...I'm going to kill you..." The white triangular eyes on the face of the blood-clothed monster were covered with blood. The next moment, those blood lines broke apart one by one, and penetrated like little snakes. Among the mouths and noses of the twisted human corpses around.

"Stop being so nervous, Yin Kong, hurry up and open the space-time rift, we should leave." The Son of God on the side urged.

The blood-clothed monster tilted his head, seeming to be thinking about the meaning of the other party's words.

The conversation between the people at the door had actually attracted the attention of the blood-clothed monster deep in the secret room.

And the countless blood lines were bounced away like an electric shock, twisting and twitching in the air, and even the blood-clothed monster in the distance let out a painful roar.

"Let's go." The long-haired, feminine man's voice was a little weak, as if an ordinary person had just jogged a few kilometers.

Zhan Lewen, who was wearing dark armor, had already been put down by the chains. The priest waved to him and said calmly: "Night Demon, I leave it to you."

Finally, the door of time and space was completely stabilized. Warm sunlight shone from the other side of the door. You could even faintly hear the sound of car horns and the conversations of pedestrians, but the language was not Chinese, but some kind of language. Obscure foreign languages.

Before they had time to think more, the priest, Zhan Lewen, the long-haired man, and the chain were kicked away like balls and hit the wall behind them heavily.

At the moment when the wave of telekinesis hit, he reacted almost instantly. While rolling backwards, he threw out several gleaming spikes from his hand, shooting at the hooded girl like bullets.

At the same time, several people finally saw the slender figure that was clearly close at hand, but had been ignored by the subconscious.

After receiving the instruction, the feminine long-haired man took a step to the side, his hands emitted a bright silver light, then he clasped his hands and thrust forward hard, and his fingertips actually sank directly into the void.

There was the sound of clattering iron chains in the darkness, and a dozen rusty chains were thrown out like whips, knocking the zombies to the ground, and their limbs flew everywhere for a while.

The only one who was not so embarrassed was Shen Zi, who was wearing a white coat and a medical mask.

Dozens of blood lines came to him in an instant, but the pitch-black armor refused to dodge and allowed them to climb up his leg armor. It wasn't until the line of blood almost enveloped his entire body that he suddenly raised his arms, and a faint black light emitted from his body.

At this time, the pair of white triangular eyes looked here, narrowed slightly, and made a sharp voice in the throat: "Who are you? Are you the manager of this hospital?"

The next moment, these corpses were resurrected again, standing up in extremely twisted postures, and moving slowly towards several people.

Yan Muyun's fighting ability in the parasitic beast state was really pitiful. For a time, he could no longer restrict a few people. He could only watch the space-time rift in front of the long-haired feminine man being torn apart wider and wider.

Yan Muyun is probably crazy now. In the past, he would be angry because monsters desecrated the remains of the deceased, but now he can control the corpses to fight for himself without any psychological burden.

"It's better for you to stay." The girl's cold voice sounded.

Countless fragmented memories flooded into my mind. When they first came in, when Zhan Lewen was tied up in chains, when they fought with the blood-clothed monster, when the feminine man tore open the time and space tunnel... this girl in a hoodie just stayed like that. Standing quietly not far away, watching all this with cold eyes.

As he slowly exerted his strength, a few rays of sunlight shone in from the void cracks, adding a touch of warmth to the cold secret room.

Just as the priest was about to step in, an invisible force as surging as the ocean suddenly appeared out of thin air and enveloped everyone present.

He has created a cold hell here, but he can turn around and walk towards the warm light at any time.

"Scarlet Queen? Are you talking about that ugly meat mountain..."

The young man snorted coldly. Although he was dissatisfied, he had to follow the command and took a few steps forward to block everyone. After all, he had to rely on them to escape, otherwise he would definitely be arrested by the Special Branch if he stayed.

"You... want to leave?" Yan Muyun in the distance noticed their intentions and stamped his feet suddenly. Dozens of blood lines like earthworms suddenly extended from the hem of his blood-colored trench coat, and he quickly crawled in the direction of these people.

The priest nodded: "Let's begin."

The priest's expression did not change at all, he kept an elegant smile and bowed slightly: "You are right."

The priest adjusted his collar, with a look of satisfaction on his handsome face: "Yes, Dear Holy Son, I founded this hospital, and the Scarlet Queen you are devouring also took me several years to cultivate. of."

When did she show up there? No, she seems to have always been there.