Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows of the cathedral, illuminating every corner of the hall. However, this light brought no warmth; instead, it made everyone feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

"God! They're all dead!"

"Run for your lives!"

Faced with these parasites, the believers screamed and fled backwards. Even the catechumens who were mentally prepared were so frightened that they fell to the ground and could not move.

"Calm down! Calm down!" Jacob gripped his trembling legs tightly and shouted, "They may be ugly, but they come from heaven and have the power to exorcise demons!"

After saying this, Jacob raised the cross in his hand high and slowly walked into the horde of parasitic corpses in front of him.

Under everyone's gaze, hundreds of parasitic corpses, their bodies writhing with parasites, stood frozen in place as the Pope slowly approached, as if petrified.

The believers who witnessed this scene were immediately restored to courage and hope.

"Look! Those monsters haven't moved!"

"Lord Jacob has quieted them down!"

"With these 'things,' we really can defeat the demons outside the city!"

Jacob, amidst the horde of corpses, felt the worshipful gazes coming from all directions. Excited, he waved his cross and shouted to those around him, "Look! Look! Their power comes from the Most High God, they are angels sent by God to protect us! I am the one chosen by God!"

Looking at the crowd in the main hall, the throat bone slowly raised its arm.

He looked at the cross statue in the center of the temple and said, "If you want to stop me, now is your last chance."

After a moment of silence, Throat Bone chuckled self-deprecatingly and forcefully lowered his arm.

The parasitic corpses, which had been standing still, suddenly swarmed forward like puppets receiving a command, surrounding the eloquent Pope and tearing him to pieces.

The sounds of shoving, screams, and gnawing were incessant. Like a tidal wave, the parasitic corpses infected all living things and roared towards all directions of the Great Cathedral.

On the towering cross, two streams of black liquid gushed from the statue's eye sockets, dripping onto the ground and pooling into a black puddle, reflecting the most horrific scene in the cathedral's history.