"ah!"

The crowd, who should have been calmed down, started shouting again.

The scene was completely chaotic.

Some people were fleeing in panic, but at that point in time, the entire hospital had already been occupied by cult members.

The fact that a believer's touch can transcend space and time means that the same is true for the rest.

In the lobby on the first floor, the female anchor who had been chosen was scared half to death.

Her legs went weak, and she barely managed to dodge the attack, but then the other person grabbed her shoulder.

She can't escape now.

"Help!"

She cried, begging someone to save her.

But many more people are retreating.

When illusion becomes reality, and death is imminent, how many people go against the tide and become heroes?

"No, don't kill me."

"I have money, I can give you money."

The female anchor spoke recklessly.

But the believers remained unmoved.

He just stared greedily at the artery in the female anchor's neck.

He loved the moment when blood splattered, countless lines of blood, like the most perfect painting.

This is their gift to the true God.

The gods will surely appreciate their welcoming ceremony.

Seeing that no one was coming to her rescue, the female anchor's eyes were filled with a mixture of regret and despair.

Between fame and life, if she had a choice, she would choose the latter.

Just as she broke down in tears, preparing to face death, a hand pulled her away from the clutches of death.

She bumped into a warm embrace.

The moment she looked up, she met a pair of beautiful golden eyes.

It shines as brightly as the sun, yet possesses the coolness of the moon, and has magical power.

With just one glance, my heart found peace.