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Forcibly searching the memory of the deceased is not humane, but Roland Church currently has no way.

In recent days, the war against **** has become more and more scorching, with a large number of casualties every day, and the actions of the gods are extremely ambiguous.

No matter it was the gods or the demon gods, they did not end up directly at this time, and at the same time they ordered their priests and believers to remain neutral, and neither side would help.

But the overall strength of **** is obviously stronger than that of humans. Those chaotic demons can bring down one city after another with their physical bodies. The current situation is overwhelmingly unfavorable for humans.

Under the circumstance of the gradual erosion of such a big environment, something even worse happened.

The priests of the gods died one after another unclearly, and the pressure from the gods increased day by day, which made Luo Lin, who had always been optimistic, gradually irritable.

Therefore, even if they are inhumane, they can only continue to do so.

The fog in the room is getting more and more, causing the room to become colder and colder.

Layers of frost condensed on the wall, and the breath of the priests also condensed into a cloud of white mist.

When the concentration of the fog reached a certain level, the fog began to turn into the scene before the death according to the memory of the deceased.

"When did you look first?"

"An hour ago."

"Thirty times faster."

The image in the sky reversed quickly and came directly to the deceased one hour before his death.

There is nothing noteworthy about the content displayed on the screen.

The other party prayed in the temple of the **** of justice an hour ago, received the sacrament, gave a mass to a refugee, and then went outside.

Until the opponent fell, there was nothing notable in the entire image.

"Strange, the other party did not suffer any attack, it looks like it was a natural death."

"Then how do you explain that the other party is thirty years old?"

"It's probably some kind of curse, playing the video three days ago, a hundred times faster."

Seeing the memory of the deceased three days ago, a group of people became even more confused.

The behavior of the deceased three days before his death can be called a saint.

He donated all his property, leaving only a priest's robe that symbolizes his identity.

As if he had a premonition of his death, he walked out of the temple, began to penetrate the people, began to actively relieve the people, and used his own magic arts to solve problems for the people without hesitation.

After reading the memory of these three days quickly, the priests present still couldn't understand the cause of death of the other party.

"A month ago, a thousand times faster."

"OK."

The fog in the sky changed rapidly, and then showed the memory of the deceased one month ago.

At the moment of seeing this memory, everyone present felt that their blood was clotting.

It was an atrocities comparable to a devil, and even the devil would cry for it.

Although no sound can be heard, the distorted faces of the victim and the struggle before death on the screen make the image in the sky like a living **** picture scroll.

Several apprentice priests persisted for a few seconds and couldn't help lying on the ground and vomiting.

The holiness before and the cruelty at this time are in sharp contrast, making people wonder if they are alone.

The priest with the deepest qualifications looked at this scene with a sullen expression, and suddenly shouted at a priest who wanted to escape here: "Come back! Nothing is allowed to be said here!"

"But…"

"No! No matter whether you explore the memory of the deceased, or what the priests of the **** of justice do, these things must be rotten here, and you are not allowed to say a word."

"But what about the dead! The youngest is only three years old!"

"That can't be said! The current form does not allow us to say all of this, all you have to do is forget, leave it alone, understand!"

"What are we believing in!" A priest suddenly wailed, "Why are we looking for murderers for this kind of people!"

The corners of the old priest's mouth trembled, but he couldn't say a word.

He just silently looked at the top of his head and waited quietly.

When time quickly advanced to half a month, the situation finally changed.

When the **** of justice vented his animal desires contentedly and was about to leave, he suddenly saw a parchment full of words appearing above his head.

This parchment is three feet long, and it is filled with small text, almost dyeing the parchment in ink blue.

He seemed to hear a sound, which made him extremely frightened.

With the sound of the sound, the first line on the parchment was crossed out.

At the moment when the first line was crossed out, the priest screamed in extreme pain. All kinds of indescribable torture appeared on his body almost at the same time, making his body seem like a rag that was arbitrarily twisted and reorganized. , And then twisted.

The painful punishment was extremely inhumane, but the priests who were present knew what the other party had done. Such behavior did not make them feel sympathetic, but gave them a faint sense of pleasure.

Ten hours later, the tortured priest stood up again.

He began to cast one magic spell after another, but any magic spell had no effect.

In his horrified gaze, the second line on the parchment was crossed out.

The brutal punishment came again.

In the corner on the side, the QR code stared at everything, and then pushed the professor on the side: "Professor, what's the matter?"

"I don't understand the specific principle of a special magic technique."

"That person has been abused like this, why can't he die! Wow, the head and spinal cord have been torn out, is this still alive?"

"It is certain that this is the magical technique of the Death Demon God. Do you know what the most terrible punishment is?"

"die?"

"No, it's waiting before death. That kind of death is bound to come, but your hopeless despair is the most terrifying. Every minute and every second, reality reminds you that you are still alive, but you can feel the horn of death approaching. , That feeling is desperate."

"What does this have to do with everything the other party experienced before death?"

"If my inference is correct, Bello should have already invested in the devil of death and become the spokesperson of the other party. He deprived the priest of the right to die, and let him continue to taste the harm he had done to other people until the atonement. Until it's over."

"Wow, it would be nice to have this kind of technology in reality."

"Yes."

Above the head, the image in the fog continued.

The priest seemed to have understood the fact that death was bound to come, and also understood the fact that he would experience torture before he died.

Denial, anger, bargaining, fear and depression, self-comfort, self-salvation.

After going through several stages, he seemed to regard this kind of thing as a kind of training, and began to summarize his own set of ways to avoid death, and then the general behavior of the saint was only the feedback of this way.

But he woke up too late.

He is still dead.

After reading all the memories of the priest before his death, the priests present already knew what the other party had gone through. But they still couldn't find the murderer.

"The other party should be the spokesperson of the Demon God of Death, at least this search is still a bit helpful." The old priest nodded, "But it is no longer possible to move forward. The other party's spirit body is no longer enough to support such frequent inspections, and it is about to dissipate. . Decorate this corpse, and then send it to the temple of the **** of justice...what's wrong with you?"

The old priest looked at the priest beside him, and asked suspiciously.

The other party was trembling constantly after watching it, cold sweat rolled from his forehead and broke into sixteen petals on the ground.

The priest shook his head stiffly and said in a low voice, "It's okay, can I go back, I don't feel very comfortable."

The old priest squinted his eyes and stared at the other party, then suddenly grabbed the other party's hair, pulled the other party in front of him, and shouted sharply: "You also saw the parchment, didn't you?"

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