Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 415 The Last Level

“What should I do…what should I do…what should I do after I get out of this dreamland…”

In the darkness, Bishop Contaldo huddled in a corner, his head in his hands, muttering to himself:

"Someone will save me, damn it... I feel like I was fooled just now... Why was I so impulsive... Damn Saint Baran."

The fat on his cheeks trembled nervously with his chaotic thoughts. He suddenly stood up and rubbed his whole body from top to bottom with his hands. He was fine and still in the dreamland. If the steamed bread could really make his intestines rupture, the dreamland would have lost its effect long ago.

I must have been deceived! I must have been deceived by that damn Saint Barlan!

"Only half a month left. Damn it. Only half a month left. Why did you choose me in the first place? Since you chose me... don't abandon me."

Contaldo sniffed, he was still at a loss, his mind was full of random thoughts, all he could think about was the miserable end he would face.

Being caught by Saint Barlan and Kosander and thrown into the dark cell of the Inquisition? Contaldo couldn't help but shudder. As one of the most powerful people in the Saint's Sect, he knew too well what kind of torture he would face as a heretic.

The crown torture device wrapped with iron thorns and the deep dark dungeon will torture him so much that even death will be a luxury.

It would be best if someone could rescue me. Those guys had started preparing long ago. They were very cunning and careful. Otherwise, I wouldn't have stumbled into their trap and become...

So far, Contaldo is unwilling to admit that the saint is a false god and therefore convert to the Virgin Mary. He is a thorough pragmatist. In his mind, faith is the icing on the cake and has never been a necessity.

But... now he and the Sahagun faction are already on the same side, and it is too late to regret.

Contaldo closed his eyes and looked up in annoyance. How could he be so careless and step into the trap set by the opponent?

Was he set upon before he left the restaurant? Or was there something wrong with the girl sent from Pangard? He shouldn't have been so rash as to enjoy something new!

Bishop Contaldo, leaning in the darkness, was filled with regret, and gradually, he could only begin to comfort himself.

There is nothing wrong with converting to Christianity. It is the trend of the times. After a dozen days, you will still be a bishop. It is just that the god of the sect has changed. It is no big deal!
But something went wrong at this moment! There were so many people in the Saint's Sect who had received the blessing of the Virgin Mary, why did Saint Balan choose to find him?

Contaldo despised the unlucky people the most. Bad character was nothing. Everyone had both good and evil sides, and even the saint could not deny this.

But the unlucky guy is disliked by everyone. Obviously other people have also done something out of line, so why is he the one to be held accountable in the end!

"Save me! I'm quite useful. How many bishops can the Holy See have? Kill that old fellow Kosander. I will be the cardinal. If you want to make a name for yourself on Candlemas, you must save me!"

In the darkness, Contaldo knew that no one would pay attention to him, but he still screamed at the top of his voice.

These followers of the Sahagun sect, didn’t you say that you have already won the battle? On Candlemas Day, you will not only defeat the patron saint of the false god fairly, but you will also raise your arms and give a call.

By then, the millions of believers who have received the blessing of the Virgin Mary will come to their senses, fight back, and return to the gentle Virgin Mary.

"Then could you have stood up earlier! Damn it..."

Contaldo suddenly lowered his voice. He didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore, because in the darkness he saw little green flames leaping in the space.

Some of those flames were very low to the ground, only reaching their ankles, while others were held high above their heads, hundreds of feet high, dotted like stars, and their number was constantly increasing.

"Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!"

Along with the low and sticky roar, Bishop Contaldo also heard the sounds of bones crushing and skin tearing.

When he came in from the front door before, he caught a glimpse of the situation inside the house with the light from outside.

The corpses of countless creatures were piled up in the corner of a factory, like broken dolls, discarded there in layers.

Some creatures are huge, with thick hind legs and sharp claws, while others look like humans with long fingers and huge heads, and seem to have some kind of intelligence.

But they all had the same fate. In the dreamland, they were thrown into a corner by the disgusting monster and crushed and devoured at will.

These monsters... they are very strange. They don't seem to be interested in eating or killing. On the one hand, they are engaged in mechanical and monotonous labor.

On the other hand, they often gather together to meditate like advanced creatures.

What contradictory habits and tastes, yet with an incredibly powerful and savage power, this power is sometimes delicate. Contaldo saw with his own eyes a monster crawling out of a tube as thick as a fountain pen, and at the end of its tail was a nose ring made of bone.

Sometimes it was so violent that in the darkness Contaldo could hear the sound of huge rocks being moved.

These monsters are his best barriers. Bishop Contaldo trembles. He absolutely does not want to stay with these monsters, but what can he do now?

Although he could activate this dreamland, he could not be considered the master of the dreamland. The monsters in the darkness simply smelled the scent of the Virgin Mary's blessing on him and did not attack him, that was all.

"Kill the damned Saint Baran and let those guys like Kosandbil be buried in the dreamland."

Contaldo could only curse viciously, although he knew that even if his curse worked, it might not save his life. But there was nothing else he could do.

These monsters will kill other intruders, and when other Sahagun believers in the real world break into the living room and see the bodies of Saint Barlaan and several bishops, they will definitely be able to escape.

"Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!"

As the monsters roared, Contaldo curled up and buried his head in his arms. Gradually, he felt the surroundings become brighter and the orange light replaced the darkness.

what……

When the fat man raised his head again, he found himself sitting on a chair in the living room, and Archbishop Kosander and several others were looking at him.

"Good will be rewarded with good, evil will be rewarded with evil. It is not that there is no retribution until the time comes. When the time comes, everything will be rewarded."

He was very familiar with this voice, Saint Baran!

Contaldo turned back in disbelief and saw that annoying smiling face.

"Bill, Jacob!"

"Yes, Your Excellency Saint Baran."

"Tie up this fat deidei (second tone, I really don't know how to write the correct word, if you know, please comment.) for me!"

Liu Yonglu shouted, and Bill Jacob pounced on Contaldo like a wolf or a tiger and tied him up tightly.

"This fat guy might have accomplices, be careful when you lock him up!"

Liu Yonglu looked at Father Contaldo and felt that he didn't seem to be the mastermind. His eyes and aura were lacking in substance.

"How did you get out? Didn't the monsters in the dreamland tear you to pieces?!"

Look, Liu Yonglu was more convinced in his heart that although Bishop Contaldo had a prominent status and was not young, he was just a small shrimp at best. A real cult leader would not speak like this.

"How did you get out? So that you know, those monsters you are talking about are none other than my unworthy disciples!"

Disciples? What a mess! Father Contaldo looked at Liu Yonglu being suppressed by Bill and others with a grim face, and prepared to interrogate him in detail later.

So how did Liu Yonglu and his team get out? This has to start with the building that looks like the Gate of No Source.

"Tekeli-li! Tekeli-li!"

In front of the heavy door, obscure whispers kept getting louder and louder, hitting everyone's defenses like drumbeats.

At the same time, the obsidian gate gradually began to dissolve and melt.

The deformed creatures of all sizes on the relief were piled on the ground like test pieces in a factory mold.

Bill gestured to the three judges behind him. They all understood that the battle was about to begin! The Inquisition was the majestic flail of the Saint's Sect, and the bishops and the honorable Saint Barlan must not be harmed.

The strange shapes piled on the ground slowly became full and stood upright, and the fillings inside seemed to be the core that dominated these creatures.

The monsters are big and small, some are as tall as penguins, and some are as big as ancient mammoths. The structures of these creatures borrow a lot from the creatures that people know, but they are slightly different in some parts, as if they have walked into a wrong dead end on the road of evolution.

Many of the strange creatures had limbs and bodies similar to those of humans. They walked forward and spoke something. This time it was no longer monotonous syllables, but the language was still incomprehensible to Bill and his friends.

Specks of green light shone from inside the monster's body, like the eyes of a living creature. They greedily manipulated the outer skin, and their claws and sharp teeth were now their weapons.

Bill, Jacob and his men were indeed brave. Faced with monsters that far outnumbered them and were of astonishing size, the Inquisitors showed no fear. They held weapons in hand and used forbidden spells to keep the monsters in front of them.

Bill used his small round shield to knock the claws covered with tumorous lumps to the side. The "Invulnerable Cloak" was a forbidden spell that Bill often used. It could eliminate the opponent's offensive, but it also put a heavy mental burden on the individual.

After just three minutes of fighting, two of the four Inquisitors were slightly injured.

However, the monsters' attack was getting stronger and stronger. If the passage in front of the gate had not been narrow, the members of the Holy Maiden Sect would have been drowned by the waves long ago.

"Wait a minute... I finally remembered who you are humming like!"

From beginning to end, Liu Yonglu had been listening attentively to the voices of the monsters. Under the influence of the King in Yellow, Liu Yonglu could understand most of the conversations among the gods' followers without the help of the Phantom Mask.

The communication between the monsters, combined with their unique movements and voices... Liu Yonglu raised his arm and called out:
"Stop fighting. The flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple. Family members shouldn't fight each other. Let me think things over first!"

(End of this chapter)