Chapter 155

On the west side of green city, an obelisk church hidden in a slum.

A few gray flags, like devil's broken wings, were planted on the semicircular white stone door of the church, hunting under the wind at night.

Under the cold moonlight, the pattern on the flag has been blurred, but the shadow is like a ferocious devil waving their claws when the wind blows.

Enter the church.

In the dark, the dim warm candle light and torch light slightly illuminate the church hall, but the lack of light makes the church very dark around.

Looking around the church in the dim light.

The black walls are painted with a creepy blood red painting of various horrible patterns. The devil of hell is devouring human beings, the devil of the abyss is tearing the earth, and destruction and death are transmitted to everyone who stands and stares through the wall.

Darkness and terror.

It's enough for normal humans to turn around and escape.

But tonight, it's not the same.

"When darkness falls, the whole world will sink under the tyrannical monarch, and everything will be destroyed. Only by believing in the eternal God, the tyrannical God, can he be freed and free from death.

Great tyrannical God, your humble and loyal believers offer you the most delicious soul

A priest in a black cloak knelt in the middle of the church, praying in a strange and harsh tone.

The broad cloak covered the whole face of the priest, and the invisible face was hidden in the shadow, and only the high hooked nose was exposed.

In front of the black altar, a figure covered with scars lay unconscious on it. Obviously, this was the sacrifice in the mouth of the priest who was hiding in the shadow.

Around more than 20 people with crazy faces and burlap robes shout along with each other.

"Great tyrannical God, your humble and loyal followers offer you the most delicious soul ~"

kneel down together.

At this time, the dark priest in the center began to recite obscure and long incantations in a low voice.

"Ol... RF... CQ... F... XY... RV..."

profanity in the abyss.

The weak willed human beings will fall into mental hallucinations after hearing the profanity of the abyss, and finally be killed by the terrible hallucinations.

Such an evil language can only be used by the demons of the abyss and the followers of the evil gods.

After the black priest finished the incantation, the air slowly fell into the indescribable gravity.

There was no sound in the whole church. All the people were looking at the altar in front of them. Only the sound of hunting flags came from outside the church.

Just as the pastor in the center was very disappointed and ready to get up, an indescribable terrible pressure appeared.

The light in the dim church was even dimmer at this moment, and the light could not reach the altar at the moment.

Above the altar, a cold line of sight from the shadow and darkness surrounded everyone with fear.

It's like there's an indescribable horror watching this place.

Gaze from the abyss.

Fear rises in all hearts.

When the scarred man panicked in the church, he turned to ashes inch by inch on the altar.

It's like the wood that has been burned down and disappeared when it is blown by the wind.

Terror and cruelty, all people bow their heads and dare not look directly, only the black priest in the center is excited.

Great tyrannical God, your humble believers have finally got your attention and praise you!

After the sacrifice disappeared, the majestic gaze swept around the church. When all the people were watching, they felt cold all over, and their legs were unconsciously paralyzed, like a giant dragon opening its blood in front of them.

After a scan, the eyes stopped on the priest in the center.

Brush ~

a cloud of dark energy like smoke kept rolling up from the altar.

In the moment when everyone had no time to react, he entered the body of the black priest in the center.

At the same time, the cold eyes disappeared.

All the people in the church seemed to have surfaced after drowning, and they began to breathe with great gusts of fear in their eyes.

The priest, who was shrouded in his cloak, suddenly opened his eyes at this moment, and his hoarse voice was full of surprise.

"I'm 15!! Praise the God of tyranny

When the crowd around him heard this, they immediately looked at him with envy.

This is the second level 15 of the evening bell church. They are going to rise!!

They will surely spread the glory of the tyrannical God on green city!!

Those false gods, those abominable heresies, will surely fly to ashes under the light of my God.

Just feel the divine power of them, now full of confidence.No one can resist under the majesty of the tyrannical God, God is the only eternal existence!

Standing up, standing in the heat of his own blood, Stanley felt the power of his body.

He finally stepped into level 15!!

Praise the God of tyranny!!

Shadow hidden in the cloak with dark eyes and bloodthirsty, the Church of the evening bell will rise eventually, and the tyrannical God is the real God!!

A hidden sacrifice in the dark was quietly completed without anyone noticing.

Green city has another level 15 presence without anyone's knowledge.

"Lord Stanley, bishop, please come over..."

after the ritual ceremony, a priest, also hidden under his cloak, came to Stanley with respectful words.

Stanley nodded, turned his head and looked at the crowd around him.

"Hide the church after you leave. When the evening church has no public identity, no one should be exposed.

The twilight of the gods is coming.

Only the gods of the endless abyss are the masters of the world

"Yes, Lord Stanley," the clergymen bowed, their faces excited as if they had reached the ideal of lifelong struggle.

Stanley's dark eyes flashed a little blue under his cloak, and turned to the priest who had just left, leaving only the believers who had cleaned up the traces.

The west side is the slum of green city, where more than 600000 poor people are crowded in this narrow urban area.

Crime, violence, gambling, erotic love, this land is the paradise of crime.

Every day, there are new bodies floating in the sewers. Some of them may have died of murder, or the sacrifice of an evil god, or the evil magic of some necromancer. No one can tell the cause of their death.

This is a land of sin for which all evil spirits hail.

The nobles of green city did not seem to care about the land. The city Lord once sent troops to clean up the area, but it will soon return to its original state.

Evil has taken root here, and the land is rotten to the bone.

Therefore, the chaotic and evil Southern District has become the first choice of countless underground forces.

Believers of evil gods, gangs of gangs, exiled criminals, pursued heretics, and evil imaginable by ordinary people will exist here.

After Stanley's followers led the passers-by out of the church, they shuttled through the darkness. The cold moonlight seemed to dim the land.

Dense path is like hemp thread, can not find the end, often do not clear the end.

They even witnessed a brutal homicide when they passed a small road, but neither of them paid attention to it.

Half a day later, a luxurious manor, also hidden under the cloak, could not see the guide stopped.

"Lord Stanley, the bishop is in, please."