When the car just drove into the block, Sean smelled a faint fishy smell.

As they approached the incident, Brasden Church, the stench became more and more obvious. Sean couldn't help but think of a trip to a slaughterhouse as a young man. When he was standing outside the door, a strong smell hit his face, and that gust of smoke made him not want to eat meat for a long time. But now the smell evokes his feelings at that time, and he can't help but think of those half-suspended animal bodies.

"It's not good, all the investigation methods have been countered..." Sweat dripped down the sideburns beside the mask of Panza, "Bishop Harris... seems to be planning to perform some kind of strange ceremony in the church."

Sean saw that several Questers were covered in blood, and they were in a very bad condition: "Have you ever gone in? Are there any Questers casualties?"

Pan Sha, the patrolling forest, swallowed his saliva: "Dead, two dead..."

Sean sighed.

"We wanted to investigate the situation inside before you came, but we didn't expect such a thing to happen..." the queen trembled. That voice raised suspicions that he might choose to retire after tonight.

"Civilians should also have suffered casualties, so there should be no further delay—you follow behind, just provide assistance and support, and don't get too close."

Led by Sean, his team walked towards the church. The people behind, including the shepherd dogs, watched the senior explorer step into the scene without fear with awe-filled eyes...

Several frightened queens and Jack looked at each other, and walked in behind the King-level team.

Brasden Church has a history of one hundred years and is one of the earliest buildings in New York City. This large-scale church has a vestibule, and the only way to reach the church gate is through the vestibule.

Unlike the hustle and bustle in the distance, there was a dead silence outside the vestibule gate, and only the light behind the stained glass of the church in the distance could be seen from afar.

The horrible stench of flesh and fat was too strong to be added. Sean stopped in front of the vestibule gate. They saw too tragic a scene.

The light is too dim to be clear, but you can see the wild blood on the wall and the ground, the blood and flesh scattered everywhere, and the head still wearing the queen-level mask falling in the corner...

The few explorers who followed did not dare to move forward, and crouched far away to wait for orders.

Sean narrowed his eyes, and he found that the material of the church door in front seemed to have changed, and some kind of dark fleshy substance was flowing on the door, constantly changing its shape.

"How did you investigate?" Sean didn't look back, and asked Pan Sha, the forest patrol behind him.

"Standard method - the thorn sage separates the psychic to form an investigation unit, sneaks in from the sewer to see...

"He just started to recount the scene inside, and suddenly stopped talking...

"Then he went berserk in the vestibule, killed another queen, and, and..."

Moonlight narrowed his eyes slightly: What did he see in the church that made a queen go crazy?

"That is to say, we didn't get any effective clues. Just judging from the death of the queen class, we can infer that the King class is out of control..." Sean thought to himself.

Sure enough, it was a "winning" task.

A queen-level brittle defeat can only mean that the on-site threat is higher than the queen, but it cannot be guaranteed that the king can solve it. Based on this, Sean did not rush to take action, but informed the coordination center of the information he had, strongly requesting the Ace-class reinforcements nearby.

King can't recruit Ace, can only ask for reinforcements. After getting an affirmative answer, Sean signaled to move on.

From the tragic ending of the queen class just now, we can know that any spying through the means of sneaking through spiritual power may bring bad luck. Lin Xun Pansha and others watched from a distance, wondering how the King would deal with this tricky "black box".

A lot can be learned by watching the King class eliminate risks, and the opportunity is very rare.

They walked into the messy vestibule, and they stopped about fifteen meters away from the gate, lowering their figures. "Sky Thunderbird" was obviously their team's all-rounder and mysterious advisor. He stood at the front line and raised his hand, obviously wanting to find out the situation of the church.

But what is he going to...

The eyes of Pan Sha, the forest patrol, and the other explorers widened. They noticed that the Celestial Thunderbird summoned something invisible, like a huge cloud, which gently fell from the sky outside Brasden Church. It was like a curtain covering the entire building.

Then, the light and sound waves emitted from the church bounced repeatedly on the "curtain", like reflective radar capturing a lot of detailed information. Sky Thunderbird consumes spiritual power to drive the brain to analyze information that ordinary people cannot understand, and forms a nearly holographic restoration scene, which he shares with his teammates.

His spiritual power didn't enter that church at all, but he knew it well.

Several explorers looked at each other in blank dismay. A reflective investigation of this scale could consume their spiritual power in an instant. They couldn't imagine that such a large amount of money could be used to carry out the small part of the investigation...

Sure enough, the King class is unreasonable.

In order to ensure the accessibility of information, Pan Sha and others in the forest patrol can also see the internal situation restored by the Sky Thunderbird by downgrading the image quality...

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The rhombus is illuminated by countless candles. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com On it, the painted body of the suffering Joshua reflected the fire lightly, and his eyes seemed a little helpless.

After finishing the silent prayer, the "Messenger of Glory" John Harris finally turned around and faced his followers.

Harris's eyes had already festered, and along the two deep black tear stains, black liquid was still flowing slowly, staining the front of his original snow-white priest robe black.

He lovingly looked around at the believers he had left in the church, naturally not with the eyes that had been blinded by the black liquid, but with a dark purple rhombus-shaped eye that was broken between the eyebrows.

"This is, his body, his flesh and blood."

"Let us know that this bread and this wine are his body and his flesh."

"Use these divine foods with gratitude and piety, and remember his pain. His sacrifice..."

The church is already a **** mess. The eyes of dozens of believers were already dull, and purple swellings appeared between their brows. Violet scars appear under pale skin. Bleeding from the corners of their mouths, they were chowing down on the victim's flesh.

Flesh and internal organs were everywhere, and the church was filled with a disgusting smell.

Those who remained awake lost even the strength to scream. They huddled in a corner with pale faces, far away from this crazy **** food ceremony...

Some alienated believers crawled to the feet of Bishop Harris. He stroked their foreheads lovingly, where something was breaking through the ground.

"His miracle will come tonight." The bishop smiled.