The disaster came instantly. Except for Dongchen, who was known for his speed, and a few lucky ones headed by Siege, the other mercenaries were injured by the corpses that suddenly appeared around them. They screamed crazily and held their hands.
The gun inside started firing randomly.
Most of them hit the corpses, and a few of them hit their companions. Accidental injuries inevitably occurred, and what made them even more desperate was that these corpses could not be killed by any other method except their heads. Even if they were swept into two halves, they could not kill them.
It will struggle, scratch you, and bite you.
The battle happened quickly and ended even faster.
When the gunfire stopped, the mercenaries all laughed, laughed miserably.
They looked at each other desperately, at the blood on their bodies, at the corpses around them, and finally at their respective scars.
The gun rang again.
They shot each other with relief, madness, and... despair!
"No……"
Sieg waved his knife angrily and roared to the sky, shrill and sad, like a lone wolf.
The few lucky ones came back to their senses amidst Sieg's roar. They looked at each other. There was no luck, only deep despair.
"Maybe we are next."
The team continues on the road.
Having learned the lesson just now, Sieg, who was walking at the front, cut everything he saw with red eyes.
Dongchen silently protected him. He understood that Sieg was still useful. At least he didn't know as much about this town as he did.
The corridor is very long, but it has an end.
A piece of green grassland, ru white stone spring water, gurgling and splashing water, has a kind of holy beauty. Looking ahead, there is a church exuding misty brilliance in the sun.
Long and wide stone steps and huge wooden sliding doors.
Sieg didn't open the door, he directly raised the knife and broke a hole in the ancient door.
The sun shines into the house.
In front of a huge cross, a figure kneels.
The familiar red bishop's robe belongs to the old man who took the lead in trying to burn Dongchen to death.
"Are you here?" The old and hoarse voice was like diamond scratching the glass, and it sounded like a tooth-ache.
Sieg looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure of the old man and asked in a low voice, "Where's the steering wheel?"
"I thought you would never come back here?" Turning around slowly, the old man in the shadow of the cross revealed half of his face, dry and black, with green eyes. The mercenaries all took a step back in fright.
, the old man smiled sinisterly, and turned back: "Go to the dungeon, there is what you want there."
He turned and left without saying a word.
Listening to the footsteps retreating behind him, the old man who knelt down again suddenly said: "Little Leon, don't you say goodbye to your grandfather before you leave? This is the last time. I beg you, as an old man.
"
Sieg paused as he stepped out of the door, lingering at the junction of light and darkness. After a long while, he gritted his teeth and turned back, his eyes sharp: "You are not worthy."
Deeply sad, the church fell into silence again. The old man turned around alone, looked at the light coming from the door, slowly stretched out his hand, and a Bible slipped down and was opened rustlingly...
Salvation Chapter: Those who believe in the Lord will have eternal life. Dedicate everything you have to the Lord, and the Lord will give you everything. The Almighty Lord will bless his believers...
"bless?"
The old man looked at the Bible, looked at it, and suddenly kicked it out. The old man kicked it so hard that the old Bible suddenly exploded. The pages scattered in the sky like flying butterflies.
Among them, the chapter on salvation happened to be floating in front of the old man. This former cardinal, an extremely devout believer, stared at it with green eyes, with blood and tears in his eyes, and bit it with his big mouth.
The old man rushed out of the shadow of the cross, and the other half of his face was revealed in the sunlight.
The tumbling muscles were bleeding with dirty blood, and half of the face without skin looked as hideous as a demon.
"I dedicated everything to you, why don't you protect me?" The old man pointed at the cross in the light and roared loudly: "For you, I lost my beloved wife, my lovely son, and finally even my grandson.
I'll leave."
The old man jumped his feet crazily and yelled: "Aren't you omnipotent? I have dedicated everything to you, why don't you give me everything? I can't even hear my grandson call me grandfather before I die. This is you
The so-called omnipotence?”
The old man angrily tore his robe to pieces, tore off the silver cross on his chest, and threw it at the Father on the Holy Cross: "You lied to me, you have been lying to me all this time. You are the biggest liar in the world,
You lied to everyone, everyone!"
The old man roared ferociously, roaring and jumping angrily at the Lord he had revered in the past, and his body began to change.
The sun rose into the sky little by little, illuminating the small town with the word "Shengshi", but it couldn't bring any warmth.
Sieg led the team into a narrow path next to the church. This was a path that sloped downwards. It was said to be a path, but in fact it was a slide that could only accommodate one person walking alone.
Sieg walked in the front, spreading his legs skillfully and sliding down slowly. The laughter of his childhood echoed in his ears. He turned back silently, as if he saw his grandfather smiling at him on the top of the slope again.
He is old and he has grown up.
Many things are worth remembering and cherishing, but they can never be forgotten or let go.
Keren, but different.
As time goes by, whether you like it or not, people will change, become strangers, and become...
The rusty iron ring made a sound like grinding teeth, and a secret door opened in Sieg's hand.
The dark passageway glowed with cold light.
"This is the place where servants originally delivered food. Logically speaking, it should be very safe, but everyone should be careful. After all, after so many years, I don't know what's inside..."
It's dark, humid, and cold, with water pooling on the ground from time to time and moss all over it. Whether you step on it or touch it, it feels slippery and greasy.
Roar...ho ho...
"What?"
Everyone looked at Sieg, looking at the mercenary leader whose expression changed slightly.
"After all these years, you're still not dead?" He muttered a few words unnaturally, and Sieg touched his head: "It doesn't matter, continue."
"What is it?" Dongchen asked as he walked.
"Wolf."
"Wolf?"
"Yes, a wolf monster, a large wolf monster. It was here when I was a child. I didn't expect that it hadn't starved to death after so many years."
"Starve to death?" Dongchen asked strangely.
"It has never eaten, ever. At least, I haven't seen it."
"How long can you live without eating? Boss, you must be at least thirty years old. That monster... hasn't eaten for thirty years, and he's still... still alive..."
Looking at the unnatural faces of the mercenaries, Sieg nodded: "Don't worry, he is locked up, he should..."
"roar……"
The word "safety" was kept in his mouth. Listening to the constant roars, Siege felt unsure.
"Is it a heavenly order?"
He has not eaten for thirty years and is still alive. Apart from the heavenly level that connects the energy of heaven and earth, Dongchen really can't think of anything else that can survive.
Zig turned back to look at Dongchen and gave him a strange smile: "Do you think the Heavenly Level is so sleepy? It is the Earthly Level, the eighth level of the Earthly Level."