I Became a Progenitor Vampire: One hundred and fifty-fifth piece, the forgotten place of sin
In the west of Greentown, a church with a spire hidden in a slum.
Several gray flags with broken wings resembling demons were inserted on the semi-circular white stone door of the church, hunting and hunting under the blowing of the night wind.
Under the cold moonlight, the pattern on the flag has long been blurred, but the shadows are like ferocious demons waving their claws when the wind blows.
Enter the church.
In the dark night, the dim warm candlelight and torch light illuminate the church hall slightly, but the lack of light makes the surroundings of the church very dark.
Looking around the church through the faint light.
The black walls are painted with a creepy blood red with various horrible patterns. The devil of **** is devouring humans, the demon of the abyss is tearing the earth, and destruction and death are passed on to everyone through the wall. Humans who stop and stare.
Darkness and horror.
Such an environment is enough for normal humans to turn their heads and escape.
But tonight, it's different.
"When darkness falls, the entire world will sink under the feet of the tyrant monarch, and everything will be destroyed. Only by faith in the eternal **** king-the **** of tyranny, can you be liberated and free from death.
Great tyrannical god, your humble and loyal believer will sacrifice the most delicious soul to you! "
A priest wearing a black cloak knelt down in the middle of the church and prayed loudly with a strange and harsh tone.
The broad cloak covered the priest's entire face, the invisible face was hidden in the shadows, and only the high hooked nose was exposed.
On the black altar in front, a figure covered with scars was lying unconscious on it. Obviously, this was the sacrifice hidden in the shadow of the priest.
More than twenty people with frenzied faces around them, wearing linen robes, followed each other and shouted together.
"The great **** of tyranny, your humble and loyal believers sacrifice the most delicious soul to you~"
Kneel down together.
At this time, the shady priest in the center began to whisper the obscure and long spell.
"ol......rf......cq......f......xy......rv......"
Abyss profanity.
Unsteady human beings will fall into mental hallucinations after hearing the profanity of the abyss, and will eventually be horrified to death by the terrifying hallucinations.
Such an evil language can only be used by the devils of the abyss and the followers of the evil god, the most evil language.
After the black-robed priest finished chanting the spell, the air slowly sank into unspeakable dignity.
No one made a sound in the whole church. Everyone was watching the altar in front, only the sound of hunting flags came from outside the church.
Just as the central pastor was extremely disappointed and prepared to get up, an indescribable terror pressure appeared.
The lights in the dimly lit church are even dim at this moment, and the light can no longer reach the altar at this moment.
Above the altar, a cold sight from the shadows and darkness made everyone surrounded by fear.
There seems to be an indescribable horror being watching here.
A gaze from the abyss.
Fear rises in everyone's hearts.
When the scarred human was panicking in the church, inch by inch on the altar turned into ashes.
It's like burnt wood that disappears without a trace when blown by the wind.
Terror and cruel, everyone bowed their heads and dared not look directly, only the black-robed priest in the center was excited.
O great **** of tyranny, your humble believer finally got your attention, praise you!
After the sacrifice disappeared, the majestic gaze scanned the church around. When everyone was being watched, they felt cold all over, and their legs were unconsciously limp, like a dragon opening its **** mouth in front of them.
After scanning around, his eyes stopped on the priest in the center.
Swipe~
A cloud of energy, dark as thick smoke, continued to tumble and rise from the altar.
At the moment when everyone had no time to react, he entered the body of the black-robed priest in the center.
At the same time, the cold gaze disappeared.
Everyone in the church appeared to the surface after drowning, and began to breathe, eyes full of horror.
The priest shrouded in the cloak suddenly widened his eyes at this moment, and the hoarse voice in his mouth was full of surprise.
"I have become level 15!! Praise the **** of tyranny!!"
When the surrounding crowd heard this, they looked at him with envy.
This is the second 15th level of the evening bell church, they are going to rise! !
They will surely spread the glory of the **** of tyranny to Green City! !
Those hypocritical main gods, those hateful heretics, will surely turn into ashes under the light of my god.
They, who just felt the power of God, are full of self-confidence at the moment.
No one can resist under the majesty of the tyrannical god, God is the only eternal existence!
Stanley stood up, feeling the explosive power in his body, and his blood was boiling.
He finally reached level 15! !
Praise the **** of tyranny! !
The gaze hidden in the cloak is dark and bloodthirsty. The evening bell church will eventually rise, and the **** of tyranny is the true god! !
A sacrifice hidden in the shadows was quietly completed without anyone noticing it.
There is another level 15 presence in Green City without everyone knowing.
"Master Stanley, the bishop invites you to come..."
After the sacrificial ceremony, a priest who was also hidden under the cloak came to Stanley and said in a respectful tone.
Stanley nodded, turned to glance at the people around him, and said lightly.
"Hide the church after you leave. Don't expose anyone when the evening bell church has no public identity.
The dusk of the gods is coming.
Only the gods of the endless abyss are the masters of this world! "
The pastors under "Yes, Lord Stanley" raised their chests and bowed~IndoMTL.com~The excitement on their faces seemed to have reached the ideal of lifelong struggle.
Stanley's dark eyes flashed a bit of cold blue light under the cloak, and he turned around which priest had left just now, leaving only the believers who were cleaning.
The West End is the slum of Green City. More than 600,000 slums are crowded in this narrow urban area.
Crime, violence, gambling, **** love, this land is a paradise for crime.
New corpses float in the sewers every day. Some of these corpses may have died of murder, may have died of the sacrifice of an evil god, or may have died of an evil spell by a necromancer. No one can tell clearly. The cause of their death.
This is a place of sin that the evil gods all cheer for.
The nobles of Green City seem not to care about this land. The city lord once sent an army to clean this area, but it will not be long before it will be restored to its original state after the cleaning.
The sin has taken root here, and the land is rotten to the bone.
For this reason, the chaotic and evil Southern District has become the first choice for countless underground forces.
The followers of the evil gods, the gangs, the criminals being exiled, the heretics being hunted down, the evil that ordinary people can imagine, all exist here.
Stanley's followers led the passers-by out of the church and shuttled in the darkness. The cold moonlight seemed to dim a lot when it shone on the land.
The dense trails are like twine, with no heads and no clear tails.
They even witnessed a brutal murder while passing a small road, but both of them ignored it.
Half a day later, in front of a luxurious manor, the guide, who was also hidden under the cloak and couldn't see his face, stopped.
"Master Stanley, Master Bishop is inside, please."