"Lies and errors confuse those who are trapped in them without realizing it. The shepherd who leads the weak through the dark canyon will surely be protected by the dark moon!"
Pointing at the dome of the church, and as if pointing at the endless starry sky higher up, the burly figure on the pulpit read out a domineering line.
Coupled with the flickering cracks and the posture that no one dared to look directly at, the chaos and lust that was just a moment ago was completely swept away - for the audience.
Fu Qian was quite clear that although he had created a good guest environment for the time being, things that had been dormant under the impact would soon come back and challenge his imagination even more.
After all, our gospel not only creates impact, but also brings enlightenment.
But it doesn't matter. By then, either the nightmare has ended, or the cult just took the opportunity to show off more.
The previous performance was spirited, but not enough.
Continue to accelerate.
…
Through the open door of the chapel, Fu Qian looked down at the audience.
From their angle, it was not easy to see the scene above their heads, but the sermon just now had obviously caused enough shock.
At this moment, everyone stopped their original actions and looked at this place with awe in their eyes.
I hope this emotion can also be infected by the audience outside the venue.
"What is the Dark Moon?"
After the initial convulsion, the numerous bodies above the head were like squids washed by boiling water, rapidly shrinking and sticking tightly to various parts of the dome.
At a glance, it looks like a special mural.
However, the only audience in the church at this moment was also unable to appreciate this. Instead, he was confused about the content of the sermon just now.
"A faint blue moon, cold and elegant."
With a gentle voice, he gave a brief answer before paying.
"Then what is his relationship with the stars?"
The old lady listened obviously seriously, and after thinking for a while, she raised a new question.
"good question."
They nodded slightly before paying.
"He is more beautiful than them all."
…
In theory, this answer does not correspond perfectly, but it seems to be enough for the old lady in front of me.
"Thanks."
After thanking her seriously and not asking any more questions, she lowered her head and resumed her posture outside, counting the peas in her palm one by one.
The things on this person's body are appropriately defined as pollution.
Looking at this scene from a high position, Fu Qian sighed in his heart.
That's right, compared to the police officers guarding the door, this old lady is not that ordinary.
It's just that this trace of inhumanity is ultimately reflected in the body as almost pure chaotic pain, with no benefit in sight.
So so far, apart from his own escort team, the characters in this nightmare can be divided into two categories - ordinary people and the contaminated.
According to Reginald, there were trainee members of the Order above their heads, but they had obviously not yet received enlightenment from the stars.
In addition to Harriet and the old lady in the church at the moment, there was obviously more than one infected person in the square that I passed just now.
The ratio is really a bit high.
Among them, Harriet just fell into the hands of the religious group last night.
Rather than believing that she is an extra who was imagined by the nightmare creator, Fu Qian is more inclined to the possibility that, just like him, her true form is here.
And if this is the case, one of the possible purposes of the nightmare seems to be coming to light - the hotbed.
During the night patrol with Amira, the cult's views on nightmares were made very clear.
The evil existence infects the dreamer and uses it as a carrier to try to break through the barrier between dreams and reality.
Could the polluted people here be just such seeds?
They were put into the hotbed in front of them and cultivated together. As for the purpose - they wanted to find the source of evil.
Specific to themselves - they want to find the Dark Moon.
Before paying, he quickly made a series of inferences.
If this is the case, the religious group's arrangements for themselves seem to be very smooth.
The first step is the hunter's sunrise detection, followed by the abandonment test along the way.
After a series of fruitless attempts, "Dark Moon" finally received unprecedented attention from them, and they threw themselves into this hotbed, hoping to find traces.
Very much to my liking.
It can only be said that after some stimulation, the people of the cult cooperated perfectly with the guidance, and finally devoted their last resources to searching for the dark moon and the world in the painting.
However, this also raises two questions.
First, Reginald and Reginald had already made a similar attempt, in a hospital treating febrile disease. Why would the Order do it again?
Second, why run into the fog?
This kind of dangerous operation is obviously safer in Laerting, who is well controlled by the cult, but why did he come here, even under the gaze of his abandoned son?
It does not make sense at first, but it is not impossible - as long as you break the inertia of self-centered thinking.
Is it possible that this particular nightmare was not originally prepared for you?
Did you choose this place because the cult was actually targeting abandoned children, and you were just sent here with some of your kind because your behavior was getting more and more confusing?
The effect generated in the fog is better than the previous nightmares, so trying it again is totally worth looking forward to.
It's just a guess. Combined with the information provided by Amira, Mr. Prout is probably a very important figure in the whole matter.
ah--
While waiting silently, new news finally appeared.
Harsh screams came from the crowd watching outside.
The victim was a middle-aged man with a slightly bald head, who was frantically slapping the side of his neck.
A giant mouth that was sticky and seemed to be made of asphalt was biting there, revealing strange teeth shaped like finger bones as it surged.
This kind of teeth is obviously not good at tearing flesh, so the victim can still make sounds for a while.
But it was obviously difficult for him to get rid of it, because the giant-mouthed snake-like body extended downwards, and finally sank into the bottom of his own spine, as if it were a tail growing out of it.
Amid more screams inspired by this scene, the audience quickly distanced themselves and left him beside the only fountain in the square.
Under great pain, the latter's body arched into a strange shape and rolled crazily on the ground.
"Step aside!"
At the moment of crisis, a loud roar came out, even drowning out the wails.
Along with it, another long snake cut through the sky, its color was like leaping metal, and it circled and flew towards it.
The moment the two came into contact, the victim's figure was enveloped in a ball of fire of the same color.
And before it was completely extinguished, three figures were already standing next to the fountain.
Lord Reginald, who took action among them, only glanced at the wreckage on the ground and did not continue to care about the outcome of the battle. Instead, he looked up.
What are you talking about? Apart from coming to listen to the gospel, this team really doesn’t have many choices.
Just as he was about to say hello, the next moment he frowned slightly and listened attentively.
Is that... the sound of the tide? ()
This chapter has been completed!