The Great Sanctuary, ten minutes before the start of the pilgrimage.

"I, the savior chosen by God! Will bring peace and serenity to this holy land, and bring divine anger to our enemies!"

Jacob held up the Bible in one hand and pointed to the west: "This land under our feet will never fall into the hands of pagans, because the power of the Lord will never die!"

The devotees of the blockbuster knelt down on the ground, and began to pray following the chants of the catechumen.

Sitting in the corner of the sanctuary, the throat bone touched the skin on his face, and said with a light smile: "It's quite a clumsy performance."

Miles folded his hands on his lower abdomen, glanced at his throat, and chose to remain silent.

The throat shrugged.

Miles saw a pair of parents with a young daughter in the crowd. The corners of his eyes twitched, and he asked toward the bones of his throat: "If you want to destroy the church, you can use a hundred other methods, why is it so big? A lot of trouble?"

The throat bone tilted his head and looked at Miles: "You still think that I just want revenge against the church because of the tragic death of my family?"

"Is not it?"

"My parents, my sister, death is an inevitable result for them." The throat bone peeled off the skin of the fingertips, looked at the gloomy white bones, and slowly said: "Everyone will die. , The difference is only in time and method."

Miles frowned: "They have suffered so much..."

The throat bone shook his head and said: "People are a very strange thing. When they see their loved ones being killed by others, they will hate the murderer; but when their relatives are tortured and tortured by sickness and old age, they But helpless, accept it quietly."

"I do not understand……"

"Let me be more blunt. Death has never been divided between low and noble. Being killed by the same kind and dying old in a hospital bed is for human beings to be forced to terminate their right to survive. But what is ridiculous is that there are many People think that being killed by the same kind is a tragedy, but being killed by an old man is common. But in my opinion, the **** who controls the life and death of all people is no different from those murderers. What I hate is not these stupid humans, I do What we hate is the **** above us..."

Miles was stunned for a while, and murmured: "What on earth do you want to do?"

The throat bone did not answer the question, he looked forward, just smiled.

The pilgrimage is over.

After completing his prayer, Jacob put down the Bible in his hand, nodded behind him, and then said to the believers: "In order to defeat the demons outside the city, the wise Father has already prepared weapons."

In the hopeful sight of the believers, a group of admirers came through the back door holding hundreds of silver plates.

Thousands of things the size of jujube nuclei on the plate aroused people around to whisper.

"Eating these sacred objects can gain supreme power and the glory of God!"

Jacob's words made people's voices louder.

Facing the unknown, some believers were dubious, but more people cheered loudly.

"God bless us!"

"The power of the Father will quell all evil!"

"The end of the devil is coming soon!"

Looking at the scene in front of him, the throat bone straightened up and said with a smile: "When humans are drowning, no matter how small branches are, they can become their boat of hope."

Jacob was about to speak when he was interrupted by the sound of gunfire from the penitent house.

The crowd in the hall caused a small riot.

"Oh my God! Did the devil enter the city?!"

"Our army is defeated!"

Jacob winked at the deacon beside him and motioned to the deacon to see what was going on.

He opened his arms and shouted to the believers: "Time is running out. Those lambs who are loyal to the Father, please stand in front of me and accept God's gift!"

Soon, hundreds of believers crowded around the preaching platform, praying for God's protection.

The catechumen distributed the eggs to the believers and handed them bright red wine to help them swallow.

Jacob looked at the believers around him, drew a cross on his chest with his right hand, and said in a deep voice: "Eat the holy object in your hand, and your body will turn into a weapon of God! And your soul will step on stairway to Heaven!"

A girl under the age of eight or nine years old, dressed in a patched burlap, she looked at the maroon "object" in the hands of her parents. The pure sky-blue pupils were full of fear, and she only heard her begging in a low voice. : "Can I not eat...?"

The girl's mother furiously said, "How dare you refuse the gift of God?!"

The father grabbed his daughter's chin, abruptly pried the latter's teeth open, and forced him to drink the worm eggs with a drink. Then, he swallowed another one.

In less than a minute, among the crowd who had taken the eggs, there was a low voice of wailing, and then these wailing sounds turned into heart-piercing screams.

More and more people are lying on the ground, like a cooked shrimp, with their hands clinging to the body, the whole person is shaking like chaff.

The girl who fell on the ground was in a human form tortured by severe pain. Her sky-blue eyes looked at her mother not far away, and her little hand stretched forward to touch her close relatives.

In the next second, the parasite broke out from her eye socket, ending the child's life.

The old man Myris turned his head and closed his eyes.

In an instant, among the splashing blood and minced meat, piece after piece of black parasites rose from the corpse.

The sun shines through the crystal glass of the Great Temple and falls in the hall, illuminating every corner. This light does not bring the slightest warmth, but makes everyone like an ice cellar.

"God! They are all dead!"

"Escape!"

Facing these parasites, the believers screamed and fled back. Even the catechumens who were prepared in advance were so scared that they fell to the ground and couldn't move.

"Calm down! Calm down!" Jacob stubbornly grabbed his trembling legs with his hands, and said loudly, "Although they look ugly, they do come from heaven and have the power to get rid of demons!"

After saying this, Jacob raised the cross in his hands high and slowly walked into the group of parasitic corpses in front of him.

Under everyone's gaze, hundreds of parasitic corpses, twisting the parasites all over their bodies, faced the slowly approaching Pope, as if being petrified, motionless.

The believers who saw this scene immediately regained their courage and hope.

"Look! Those monsters didn't move!"

"Master Jacob calmed them down!"

"With these'things', we can really defeat the demons outside the city!"

In the corpse group, Jacob felt the worshipful sight from all directions~lightnovelpub.net~ Excited, he waved the cross and said loudly to the surroundings: "Look! Look! Their power comes from The supreme God is the angel God sent to protect us! I am the one chosen by God!"

Looking at the sentient beings in the hall, the throat bone slowly raised his arm.

He looked at the statue of the cross in the center of the temple and said, "If you want to stop me, now is your last chance."

After a period of silence, the throat bone laughed mockingly, and his arm was put down forcefully.

The parasitic corpses that had remained still, like puppets receiving instructions, swarmed up in an instant, surrounded the talking pope, and tore it to pieces.

The sound of pushing, screaming, and gnawing was endless. The parasitic corpse like a tide infects all living beings, and whizzes towards the Great Sanctuary in all directions.

On the high cross, two rows of black liquid gurgled out of the eyes of the **** statue, dripped onto the ground, and gathered into a pool of black water, reflecting the most tragic scene of the Great Sanctuary in a thousand years.

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