At night, the bishop of the Flesh Church, who had come all the way here, had no intention of resting. Instead, he immediately summoned all the people in the North to hold a bloody sacrifice.
This is not only to get to know each other, but also to show one's authority and let them know who is the boss, so no one dares to be late, because they know the price of being late, which is to be sacrificed to the Lord of flesh and blood.
The sacrifice was held in a remote building. At this time, the bishop of the Church of the Flesh was waiting there, wearing a robe that looked like it was sewn with bacon. The believers also arrived carrying cattle, sheep and other fresh meat.
"Yeah." The bishop was very satisfied with the believers' self-consciousness, but also a little regretful.
This place is too close to the border of the empire, and it is in a bustling town. It is difficult to kill too many people, so we can only make do with beef and mutton.
Fortunately, the Lord of Flesh is not picky, as long as it is a creature of flesh and blood.
After placing the sacrifices on the altar, the bishop began to perform the sacrifices. He raised his hands and joined dozens of fanatical believers around the altar filled with fresh blood and flesh, praising the greatness of the Lord of flesh and blood. The whole scene was like a slaughterhouse occupied by a group of psychopaths.
Occupying and opening the ladder is the same.
According to the custom of the Flesh Church, in addition to sacrificing fresh flesh and blood, believers will also sacrifice a part of themselves as a tribute to God, and the more, the more pious they appear. For this reason, there are not a few believers who died during the ceremony.
But that was in the past. With the continuous suppression of the empire, it is not easy to develop believers, and sacrificing oneself can easily leave scars on the body. If someone follows the clues, firstly, the missionary work in the entire region will suffer a huge blow.
So I haven’t given up on that ritual yet.
As the priests retreated, just as the bishop was about to distribute blood wine to the believers, more than a dozen dragon's breath bullets were fired back.
That sentence came from the mouth of a few people who were awakened by the scene behind their eyes, but there is a way. Although they all hate the Church of the Flesh, is there anyone who dares to stand up and praise it and is still alive, so everyone who is still alive chose
I told you to shut up, but now we regret it.
The Ferrier in her eyes was like an honest person who met a scumbag and gave him a son to raise. He was completely angry. If he helped to light the fire, it would be a mistake. Anyway, he was a child and was kept. It doesn’t matter if Emile and your son
Nowadays, he is just living a decent life as a lower class person, and he is also very slick and slick, which makes you feel jealous.
"Hell, just say that people from the Church of the Flesh should be allowed to stay outside!"
Faced with a confidant who knew nothing about it and reported the news later, Ferrier still had to play her own role badly, so she issued an order without interest for soldiers to be dispatched to suppress the turmoil. You were also prepared to step in to stabilize people's hearts.
The centipede monster was willing to face death and kept struggling to escape, so it ignited many buildings around it and caused huge panic. After all, such a small human centipede was running around and could wake up people lying outside the coffin board.
, and no one expected to see that nightmare-like scene until midnight, so they instinctively fled in seven directions, causing even greater panic.
In the lord's mansion, Ferrier, who should have been worried and happy that no one was causing trouble, was sitting elegantly under the terrace with a cup of black tea, smiling warmly as she enjoyed the scene behind her, without feeling any distress at all.
We are so active because we are loyal to Feriel, but because we are very vague. Once we lose Feriel town, we will lose everything.
Therefore, although the bishop survived, he inevitably turned into a monster.
Danger!!!
In a town full of spies, your lord still acts like he has nothing to do. Every time you think of that, the anger in your heart becomes stronger than the fire behind your eyes.
After coughing and putting down the coffee on his wrist, Owen continued to look and asked the Flame King to do the data analysis, because that was very important information. After all, I thought the Church of the Flesh and Blood would stop here. I have been dealing with this for a long time.
Therefore, the more detailed the relevant information, the worse it is.
But the dragon's breath bomb is so terrifying. The terrifying low temperature is getting lower and lower due to the constraints of the building. The believers inside are carbonized in the blink of an eye before they can scream. And as the cold radiation continues to penetrate deeper, it is still breaking.
Activity of small amounts of flesh and blood.
Feeling that the fatal threat was approaching, the bishop made an immediate decision and rolled directly to the altar, where was the Lord of Flesh and Blood's dinner plate. I couldn't rely on the power of the Lord of Flesh and Blood to protect myself. As for rolling to the front of the Lord of Flesh and Blood's dinner plate,
Well, I have to wait until I can survive.
Just after arriving in the inner world, the monster's nearly collapsed flesh and blood was reorganized again, discarding a small amount of inactivated flesh and blood. While the body became slender, a thick layer of scabs covered the body surface, and at the same time, it grew out.
Hundreds of legs and fewer arms, like a giant centipede.
As for what it looks like, put a piece of meat outside your mouth, chew it for a few times and then spit it out, that's it.
The flesh and blood bishop's nerves are trembling all over his body, trying to escape from the shackles of the flesh and blood alone. That is the secret technique given to me by the flesh and blood lord, which makes my nerves far beyond the range of abnormal creatures, like a steel wire. But at this time, I just want to
Want to escape.
The town that you were originally proud of is now like a joke. Apart from the name, the entire territory has nothing to do with you?!
At that moment, the breath of death penetrated the bishop's body. Out of instinct, I used a secret technique. The swollen nerves shot out from my body, instantly piercing dozens of believers around me and pulling them back as human shields.
Considering the difficulty of the Flesh Church and the existence of the Flesh Plague, Owen prepared a small amount of dragon's breath bombs for Witch Hunter, so the Witch Hunter riding a broomstick directly transformed into an armed helicopter, whizzing and whizzing, firing a dragon's breath bomb.
The centipede monster is always in flames like a bullet adding fuel to the fire.
What's even more exciting is that before being spit out of the altar, the bishop still had to face the flames of a thousand degrees, and the flames roasted him regardless of what they were.
That is definitely a very wonderful decision, because the Lord of flesh and blood is chaotic and orderly, and less often just instinctive, and the altar is the underworld where food is sacrificed to God, but the food is mixed with edible bishops.
As a result, the Lord of Flesh chewed it twice before spitting it out.
Unfortunately, in order to protect their own wealth and status, those people, regardless of who is behind them, whether it is one person, two people, or even fewer people, must take action at this moment, organize people to put out the fire, and restrict
The flesh-and-blood monsters at the end of their weak crossbows should stop running around and die.
Facing the centipede monster that could give him nightmares for a lifetime just by looking at it, the witch hunter had an expression on his face.
The flesh and blood and believers in the altar were decomposed and reorganized under the influence of the Lord of Flesh and Blood, and merged with the bishop, but it was obvious that there was no intention in that process, and there was no way to see the appearance.
The fierce and cold flames greedily licked every inch of the monster, taking away life every moment.
The bodies of those wizards were slightly distorted, but their mental states were not distorted at all. They were just a hair away from inhuman witches. Even before they were recast, their mental states were far from abnormal, so they were basically the same as those after being exposed.
Affected by this scene, you calmly put away your swords, took out your broomstick and got off the ground, gave up on melee combat, and instead chose to hover in the night sky. Then you picked up the rocket launcher and used dragon breath bombs to add more fire to the monster.
Owen, who saw that scene through the one-eyed giant eagle, almost said, "Is that the national master?" But thinking that there were people in that world who could understand, I swallowed it back.
At this time, the monster only had the instinct of survival. It struggled against the burning flames and hit the crispy burning wall to escape. It was like a fire dragon. The flames brought not only power but fatal damage.