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At this moment, behind the church, the residence of the priest.

Wearing black casual clothes, a middle-aged woman with long hair stood in front of the bedroom door, did not go in, but looked at the silhouette of the priest through the curtain.

"Where is the holy thing?

According to the plan, you should have made enough contact with your god. "

After a long time, the priest's hoarse voice came from inside:

"We were all wrong."

His tone was calm, but there was an unimaginable madness in it: "These fungi are not powers bestowed by gods at all, they are demons that even gods fear.

My family, including the ancestors of all the people in this small town, have been corrupted by the power of demons, relying on the blessing of holy objects to continue to this day.

And now, I've ruined it all with my own hands. "

The priest's tone suddenly became stern: "You deceived me! You made me blaspheme my God!"

"It seems that you are unwilling to hand over the holy object."

The woman's tone was not surprising, as if she knew things would turn out like this: "However, it's really stupid, for the sake of boring beliefs, willing to become this ugly look, no wonder you will be deceived."

She said, covering her mouth and laughing.

Regarding such provocative behavior, the priest remained silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

The woman laughed for a while, stopped herself, and said: "The purpose of my visit this time, besides killing you, is to purify this town and all the pollution in the town with holy objects."

"But the higher-ups think too highly of me, or rather, look down on you too much. This is the disadvantage of being in a high position. They don't even know that their pets have grown up to eat the Lord."

The priest finally spoke: "Then why are you still here?"

The woman laughed again, so that her shoulders trembled together: "I deliberately didn't remind them that even if I betrayed, I wouldn't be able to survive, but I can make those superior people suffer a little bit, this is my last revenge. .”

"Father, you have no restrictions anymore. The residents of the town, including yourself, everything you are familiar with has become a monster. You don't have to struggle to maintain your insignificant, distorted reason, just let go What you want to do!"

The woman finished speaking in one breath, and then paused, the madness in her eyes disappeared, revealing a bit of clarity.

She took out a pistol, pressed it to her temple, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Goodbye."

There was a "bang" gunshot, and the crimson blood and brains were blasted out, splashing onto the wall beside her, and the woman's body also fell to the ground.

Until the end, there was a chilling smile on the corner of her mouth.

……

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"Hey, isn't it..."

Xia Renteng climbed up from the roof, staring at the church in the center of the town with wide eyes.

Behind that, like an earthquake, the low houses collapsed.

In the diffuse smoke and dust, a huge and terrifying silhouette gradually appeared.

"What the hell were they talking about?"

Xia Ren is still confused until now.

Lulim's words and Rootless Water's original control, although Xia Ren can see the extremely distant distance, but can't hear any sound.

So he only saw the woman appearing suddenly, and then he said something to the priest, and suddenly he shot himself. There was no warning in the process. What an amazing place to develop.

"Although I don't know why the priest suddenly went berserk, but this may be a good opportunity for me."

If the Transcendence was really a gem plucked from a statue of a god, and could inhibit the growth of fungi, then the priest would certainly not have brought him with him.

So Xia Ren boldly predicted that the holy relic should be hidden in the church.

If the priest had stayed where he was, it would have been very difficult for him to get the relic, but now, the opportunity came.

Perhaps because of some order, the pagans in the small town suddenly froze in place. Then, they stopped searching for houses and gathered in one direction.

Xia Ren looked in that direction and found that there was a cemetery on the edge of the town. Judging from the size, it was estimated that generations of ancestors of this town were buried there.

Although he really wanted to wait and see, but if he dragged on, he didn't know what would happen again.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xia Ren jumped off the roof, ran along the eaves of the residents' houses, passed through the blockade leaked by the pagans, and rushed towards the church.

This town has existed for a long time, and the buildings are also a little old. He was careful enough, but he still accidentally stepped on a piece of roof.

A few blue tiles slid down and smashed into pieces on the street. Although the sound was slight, it was enough to attract attention.

At the entrance of the street, a pagan suddenly stopped and looked over.

But before he had time to call his companions, a tentacle suddenly stretched out and swept him away in the blink of an eye.

The companion not far behind him was stunned when he saw this scene, as if he still didn't understand what happened just now.

As soon as this companion walked over, a pitch-black crowbar was shot from the blind spot at the corner of the street, and went straight through his head. The crowbar still had enough power, and even drove his body, pinning him to the wall behind him. on the wall.

Immediately afterwards, Xia Ren swung over with his tentacles, without touching the ground, took the crowbar and the dead body of the heretic, and swung back to the roof.

Other pagans passed by, looked at the empty streets, and left again.

After all this was done, Xia Ren wiped off the sweat that didn't exist on the top of his head, and heaved a sigh of relief.

"It's dangerous, I was almost discovered."

As soon as the words were finished, Xia Ren suddenly felt like a light was on his back, and a terrifying gaze fell on himself.

He turned his head and saw a terrifying figure standing on the spire of the church under the hazy sky.

The other party was extremely strong, three meters tall, with white hair flowing in the wind, and the explosive muscles on his body were covered by a layer of brown-black creep-like objects. These creeps could not be seen as solid or liquid. The surface is covered with grooves, and in those cracks, some blue, liquid-like things are flowing.

Creep has no fixed shape, as if it has a breath, it keeps expanding and shrinking on a small scale, changing its shape.

But it is not at all as ugly as the other pagans, but it has a kind of beauty that is twisted to the extreme, which makes people unconsciously think of art—crazy art.

Although he had never met him directly, Xia Ren recognized the other party's identity at a glance by relying on his intuition.

"Father!"

The two looked at each other from a long distance.