Chapter 134 The Church Stained with Blood (Updated for the Monthly Ticket)

Looking at Snow, who was gasping for breath with an unwilling look on his face, Ron knew that he, like Herman, had encountered a certain existence.

It was under the manipulation of that being that he became the host of the black beast.

But compared to Hermann who almost completely lost his mind in the third stage, this guy's sanity was preserved until the complete form, and has not disappeared even now.

Ron was somewhat impressed by this guy's will. He wondered what kind of power had been supporting him and preventing him from collapsing.

Perhaps it was just hatred towards himself and Seraphina? Was it just a desire to see him die? Hatred was indeed a very terrifying force.

Snow's kidnapping of Seraphina's father should have been arranged by that mysterious man, and the purpose was to force him to stay here when the Great Saint Christian left.

If he didn't care about Seraphina's feelings at all, that guy should have other plans.

"Who is he?" Ron took a breath and asked in a deep voice.

Snodgrass laughed loudly. He didn't say anything. He just stared at Ron quietly, then roared and pounced on Ron.

Bang……

The ironwood staff hit Snow hard on the head.

Snow's body fell to the ground, his head completely shattered into pieces, and sticky liquid splattered everywhere. Then Ron smashed Snow's chest again before stopping.

Those who shouldn't be alive will die!

Ron's eyes narrowed slightly.

What are the people who shouldn't be alive? Are they the lives that are destined to die in this world line?

Was it Ron, who should have died a month ago, right after crossing over? Was it Gerald, who should have been destroyed along with Larnaca?

Was it Seraphina who fought to the last moment to protect the people of Larnaca?

Or... Cecilia, who was corrupted by the evil god, fell into madness, and was eventually eliminated by the church?

Snow's voice was still echoing in Ron's mind. Looking at Seraphina not far away, Ron had already made a decision in his heart. He walked towards Seraphina and the Marquis of York.

This Marquis might have experienced such a thing for the first time in his life. Although he was out of danger, his face was still filled with fear, and there was not a trace of blood on his trembling lips.

"Seraphina, take the Marquis home first."

"I'll take care of the rest." Ron said quietly, "After you've arranged things over there, go and check outside the city. I'm worried there may be trouble outside the city."

Seraphina looked at Ron silently, then nodded.

As for Ron, he turned around and ran towards the direction of Morol Church.

Seraphina couldn't be allowed to go to church.

…

The other side.

Virgil led a large number of members and appeared at the door of Morol Cathedral.

Before he even stepped into the church, just looking at the tightly closed door, an indescribable sense of evil made Virgil's heart tremble.

The indescribable fear gave Virgil goose bumps all over his body.

He swallowed quietly, then pushed the church door open with both hands.

call……

A strong smell of blood hit me in the face.

Blood!

Blood!

Blood!

The once quaint and holy Morroll Cathedral had now completely turned scarlet, and the ground and walls seemed to have been painted with blood.

The scarlet blood that hit them in the face made everyone's face change color. No one knew what had happened in the Morel Cathedral, why there was such a thick blood, and where were the remaining people in the church?

Goddess, is this hell? Indescribable fear filled everyone's chest.

Beside him, Irelia opened the magic book, and with soft chanting, circles of light spread out around him.

Where the dawn shines! It can eliminate the fear of friendly units in a large area around it, and increase the physical strength recovery of all friendly units by 10% and the magic power recovery by 10%! Then, the second hymn sounded.

Favored by the Wind: The agility of friendly units in a large area around it increases by 30%.

The third, the fourth, the fifth...

The soft chants, like the whispers of a goddess, echoed in the ears of every priest, dispelling the fear that was suppressed in the hearts of the priests. Although the blood before them was still terrifying, at least they were able to muster up their courage.

Taking a deep breath, Virgil walked in front and stepped into the scarlet courtyard.

The sticky feeling under his feet made Virgil feel extremely uncomfortable.

Just looking at the bloodstains, it is impossible to create such a scene without the deaths of hundreds or thousands of people, but... where are the corpses?

There was sticky blood everywhere, but not even a body could be found! There were hundreds of people behind him, but the whole scene was in a devastating silence. Apart from the sound of people breathing, there was almost no sound.

Enduring the tingling sensation on his scalp and the hair all over his body, Virgil continued to move forward. Just at the door leading to the cathedral, he suddenly saw a figure.

That was a priest.

Virgil swallowed and quickened his pace.

He held the magic book in one hand and walked towards the priest who was lying motionless on the ground.

The distance was getting closer and closer, and finally, Virgil walked up to the priest and could not feel his breathing or heartbeat, as if he was dead.

With a frown on his face, Virgil turned over the priest's body. What he saw was a big hole in the chest. The heart was gone. The wound was extremely rough, as if a sharp claw had reached in and forcibly taken the heart out.

Even though Virgil was used to seeing all kinds of horrific and bloody scenes, he was still caught off guard and his heart skipped a beat.

At this moment, the body of the priest on the ground suddenly opened its gray eyes, opened its bloody mouth, and rushed towards Virgil .

The sudden movement startled Virgil, and he stepped back instinctively, raising his right hand to cast a spell.

But the distance is too close.

Just as the dirty teeth were about to bite Virgil, a magic wand suddenly flew over from behind.

Phew.

The magic wand accurately hit the head of the priest whose heart had been dug out, and the entire head turned into pieces in an instant.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The headless corpse waved its hands wildly in the air twice, and finally drooped powerlessly on the ground.

Virgil gasped for breath and climbed up from the ground. Only then did he realize that his body was completely soaked with sweat.

A short, hunched figure walked by and pulled the staff back from the ground.

"Archbishop Gerald..."

That’s right, the person who came was Archbishop Gerald.

Gerald had originally been leading people to clean up the broken limbs and bodies outside and to patrol for any black beasts that might have escaped. After Ron, Virgil and the others left, Gerald felt more and more that something was not right, and he immediately chased after them.

"You don't want me to come because I will die here, right?" Gerald said quietly.

Although he was talking about something very scary, the archbishop's voice was very steady, with almost no emotional fluctuations.

"That's kind... But the lives of you young people are much more precious than my old bones."

As if he was talking to Virgil, or as if he was just muttering to himself, Gerald looked towards the sanctuary and inner courtyard. Inside, he could feel a strange yet familiar breath.

It was just like the giant toad I had encountered before, but it was also obviously different.

"Be careful, many people died here, but not to mention the bodies, there is not even any remnant of their souls..." Lydia's figure also walked up from behind, her little face a little pale, and the only remaining Death Knight had been summoned by Lydia.

As an undead witch, Lydia is extremely sensitive to the fluctuations of souls... It is not an exaggeration to say that in a place full of blood plasma, souls are dancing wildly.

But in reality, there is nothing.

Gerald took a breath and exhaled slowly. He just held the magic wand tightly in his hand and raised it high:

"For the glory of the Dawn Goddess!"

"For the glory of the Dawn Goddess!"

Accompanied by shouting, the crowd rushed forward.

The deep and narrow corridor was also covered with blood, as if a heavy rain had just fallen. No matter where you walked, you could hear the sound of blood pattering.

Gerald's target is the temple.

The cathedral is the most sacred place in the church, but at this moment, the closer you get to the cathedral, the more you can feel the kind of evil that makes your scalp tingle.

Finally, the long corridor came to an end.

The view in front of me suddenly became clear.

And the temple that was supposed to appear at the end disappeared.

There was only a pile of ruins on the ground. Even the beautifully carved statue of the goddess of dawn had collapsed casually on the ground, split in the middle into two halves.

It's like faith being crushed.

Instead of the church, a large tree appeared on the ruins.

A strange tree that has never been seen before, or rather, a tree man.

On her upper body, one could still barely see some traces of humanity, but her legs had completely turned into densely twisted tree roots, rooted in the ground.

The abnormal bulge on the trunk looks like a pregnant belly.

The open arms turned into two thick branches, and the thick hair turned into vines and branches.

Shadows drifted with the wind.

With an indescribable feeling, everyone slowly raised their eyes, and when they saw the moment in mid-air, almost everyone felt that their heart had suffered the most violent impact.

What is that in the air?

The corpses hung in the sky, swaying like wind chimes.

They lowered their heads, their chests were covered with huge holes, their hearts were missing, and sticky blood was dripping slowly down their chests.

Chapter 5 is here, today’s update is complete.

(End of this chapter)