Invincible priest, out of the courtroom

"No, I made a move."

"Ok?"

"He was knocked out by me."

"what?!"

"Oh, by the way, it's best not to wake him up directly. After you're done, use [Tranquilization] and [Soothing] to put him into a deep sleep and sleep for as long as he can."

"Uh... Your Excellency, I don't quite understand what you mean..."

Seeing the priest's bewildered expression, Deltina stood up in time and ordered in a particularly cold tone:

"Do as he bids."

Hunting the Saints: Chapter 336 333. Grave Sweeping

The pastor looked up and down at Deltina in front of him, and when he saw her blurred appearance, his expression changed slightly, obviously realizing something, he nodded vigorously, and trotted away again.

As soon as he walked away, Deltina turned her head to look at Rorschach again, with a smile on her face again, and said as if comforting and explaining:

"These days, I've gotten used to talking like this..."

Rorschach nodded silently.

Deltina, striking while the iron was hot, leaned close to him, took his hand in front of Weier, and said solemnly:

"Don't worry, at least when I'm in front of you and Val, I'm still the same as before and won't change."

Luo Xia was probably afraid that she would secretly kiss him again, so he quickly changed the topic:

"Well... let's not talk about this for now, Weier has told you all about the situation, right?"

Vale couldn't hear him when he communicated with Deltina, and he couldn't hear Valle when he communicated with her, so he had to make a special confirmation.

"Well... the situation has indeed become very difficult, but fortunately you are here this time, and you found it in time..."

"I also arranged by telegram to send people to investigate at the homes of other patients; I also asked the Investigation Section [-] to start investigating the matter with all my strength to find other victims who were branded; at the same time, the police station is also checking the so-called ' A merchant from the Southern Land'..."

"The early warning system has also been adjusted by them, and they will switch to the corresponding mode, focusing on checking the brand and curse."

She was as capable and efficient as ever, and she arranged these countermeasures in such a short time, quite decisively.

Although she hasn't served as a recording officer for a long time, Luo Xia feels that she is in good shape and is very suitable for this position. She will definitely become a very good leader and a reliable partner in the future, right?

The first believer of our sect is really amazing!

Rorschach's mood also relaxed a little, and then he was in the mood to look at this other people's church.

The scale is not too big, maybe two circles larger than Avia Church, but the decoration is luxurious and luxurious, showing extremely strong financial resources.

Although there are not many believers to receive, the number of priests is quite sufficient, which is 2-3 times more than the number of believers in the Avia sect.

Presumably these believers are also extraordinarily generous to support their expenses, right?

In short... there is a little bit of envy, not much, just a little...

Rorschach shook his head slightly, and changed the subject again:

"The matter here is left to the person who is often accompanied by good luck. Will and I will go to the homes of other patients to see."

"Eh? I arranged for people to go over there."

"I know, but I'm still not at ease... The cult members who attacked this time may not be ordinary. They can plant such a mark on the victim. Ordinary cult members may not be able to do it..."

When Luo Xia said this, he stopped, and did not express his guess in his heart.

He felt that the person who came this time might be a favored person of an evil god.

It might be a bit troublesome to deal with him when there are no other saints in the City of Oracles...

After hearing what Rorschach said, Deltina smiled and said, although there was a little loneliness in her eyes:

"I see, I will send a telegram to Val if there is a situation."

In fact, at this time, she definitely hoped that Luo Xia would be by her side and communicate with herself in person, rather than being with her best friend and relaying the message through telegrams.

But at the same time, she also knew the importance of right and wrong, so she put away her selfishness and coquettishness.

Presumably Rorschach also doesn't like girls who only cling to him, right?

"Then let's go first, remember to remind the pastor here, don't rush to wake up that Sir Richard, unless they have already thought of a way to appease him."

"Well, you should also be careful."

As Deltina spoke, she took the opportunity to stand on tiptoe and kiss Rorschach lightly on the cheek.

Although Rorschach guessed her move, he didn't hold her shoulder.

Maybe he is more or less used to this kind of thing?

When he got on Val's motorcycle and rushed to the next patient's home, Val's slightly puzzled voice drifted into his ears again:

"Why do I always feel that you have a good relationship with this recorder? Although I don't know what you said, it seems that she should trust you very much, right? So look... Is there a way for her to help me Do you need more budget?"

Luo Xia didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and shouted in her ear:

"Next time definitely!"

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That night, in a remote cemetery in the outer city, a thin young man was holding a big broom, carefully sweeping the deserted and weed-covered flagstone path under his feet.

It is more than half an hour away from the nearest villages and towns, and it has nothing to do with the hustle and bustle of nightlife in the city. It is so quiet that even the sound of insects has disappeared, and only the faint starlight in the sky can reflect the scenery beside the road. a statue.

This is just a person's cemetery, and it is the prototype of the statue, the saint who is famous all over the world and has made great achievements, Trasha.

Although everyone knows the name of Saint Teresa, few people know that his real resting place is not the tomb of heroes in the city, nor is it a memorial museum, but in this secluded and secluded place.

This is the cemetery that Trasha personally selected before his death. It is said that it was once his hometown, but after the devastation of the war and the 200 years of changes that followed, it has completely turned into a wilderness, even the stone slabs under his feet The road was gone.

But that young man didn't mind these things, he was still cleaning carefully, without the slightest bit of dissatisfaction or complaints on his face, but a serious expression, and there was a sense of solemn ceremony in every move , seems to be completing a rather important mission.

He worked tirelessly, and soon cleared a road, and then half-kneeled in front of a tombstone, pulling out the surrounding weeds with his hands.

On his mouth, he hummed a melody like a hymn softly, and said to himself from time to time:

"It is my great honor to be able to visit your grave..."

By the time he had almost cleaned up the vicinity of the tombstone, it was late at night.

On the other side of the path he cleared, several dark and blurry figures appeared, approaching the boy.

Their whole bodies were covered by thick black robes, and each of them dragged a huge snakeskin sack in their hands, which squirmed and trembled from time to time, as if something was still alive.

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Hunting the Saints: Chapter 337 334. Saints' Ceremony

The people in black robes lined up and walked slowly, with slow and heavy steps, as if they were attending a solemn ceremony.

The sack that they dragged in their hands was continuously oozing large black wet spots, and as it dragged on the ground, scarlet bloodstains were drawn on the path that had just been cleaned...

And that young man really didn't seem to notice anyone approaching at all, he was still concentrating on cleaning the statue of Trasha in front of the tomb, and he was still whispering:

"Your glory and heroism will surely reappear in the world..."

By the time he cleaned the dust off the sculpture, those men in black robes had already arrived at a short distance behind him, forming an arc.

And he still didn't notice it, prostrated at the feet of the sculpture, lowered his head and kissed the soil below, and continued to whisper:

"Ah, great Saint Teresa, I am here to recite your name, recall your great achievements, miss your glory and bravery, and admire your strength and piety..."

He muttered as if praying, and slowly stood up, his face was full of piety and awe, and finally he suddenly raised his volume and shouted:

"Come~ my great saint, come! Come and enjoy this commemoration and ceremony!"

After finishing speaking, he tilted his head slightly, looked at the silent row of men in black robes behind him, and ordered in a low voice:

"let's start."

The men in black robes lifted the hoods on their faces one after another, revealing hideous and terrifying faces like nightmares.

On their faces, on the top of their bare heads, and even on the ear frames, eyelids and lips, there are dense sutures all over, as if they are covered with centipedes, so that the mouths and eyes are brutally sutured.

They dragged the snakeskin sack in their hands, walked to the tombstone of Santa Teresa, and poured out the contents.

Those are people who have been tortured to pieces and are not human...

Although he was still twisting and struggling reluctantly, he didn't even have the strength to scream, and he couldn't even distinguish between men, women, and children.

For them, death has become a kind of supreme grace...

And the young man behind had an apologetic smile on his face, and said to the sculpture:

"They are all members of the 'Shield of Order', I believe you must miss them very much, right? Your sect and followers may be the only thing you can't let go of..."

"But unfortunately, I have to invite them over in this way."

As he said that, he suddenly turned his head again, turned his head 180 degrees, and looked at the Oracle City in the distance behind him.

"Oh? You actually noticed it so quickly? Somewhat unexpected..."

"Is there something we need to do?"

The voice of a man in black came out from his sealed lips, and it sounded a bit vague.

"Well...wait a minute..."

The young man said casually, his eyes fixed on the sculpture all the time.

Until he saw some invisible thing looming on the sculpture, and began to wriggle and flow slowly, a smile full of excitement and complacency appeared on his face.

"Successful! Praise Shani Butasha!"

"Such a ceremony might not have worked in the past, but now, everything is different..."

As he spoke, he waved at the people in black robes, signaling that it was time to leave.

But the other party looked like he didn't understand, so he boldly asked one more question:

"Your Majesty, I am not offending you, but... is this the [soul of the saint] that Ms. Pain mentioned?"

The young man still smiled and asked:

"What do you think?"

"Uh...this..."

The man in black hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to ask further questions.

But the young man patiently explained to him:

"Of course the answer is no, we just completed a little preparatory work..."

"Next, let's find a comfortable and relaxing place, prepare good wine, food and beauties, and witness the heroic posture of Saint Teresa together... I believe this is a grand repertoire that you have never seen and dare not imagine. A concerto of madness, misery, and destruction!"

"Just wait patiently, now, we should go..."

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About an hour later, three superhumans from the Supernatural Affairs Administration flew in and landed nearby.

Soon, they found this cemetery that had just been cleaned, but was again stained with blood.

And those corpses on the ground who were finally freed...

There was still an indescribable coldness and eerieness in the air, which made the three extraordinary people shudder at the same time, and each shuddered.

"Damn! What kind of vicious ritual is this?"

"Collect your inspiration, don't look around, hurry up and contact the back, let them send a few powerful priests over..."

"It's bad luck. Why should this happen to us when our pastor is back home to get married?"

The three extraordinary men spoke separately, with increasingly tense and dignified expressions on their faces.

They are the emergency team deployed in the city. They specialize in dealing with various emergencies. Everyone has rich experience and has properly resolved several incidents with a danger level between 6 and 8. They can be regarded as a fairly elite team.

The only problem was that the priest who was originally assigned to the team took a temporary leave of absence and went back to his hometown.