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Chapter 18 The True Apostle of the Heretic God

Amidst the echoing bell, Hunter shook his dizzy head and sat up from the messy bed. He staggered up, but knocked down the empty wine bottles that were piled up randomly on the ground.

The middle-aged man suddenly staggered and fell heavily on the ground.

He immediately cursed: "Anna! Lisa! You two stinky brats without parents! Why don't you clean the room?!"

No one responded, only the shadow cast by the window was shaking slightly.

"Hi~ That's right...I've already sold those two bastards..." Hunter supported his hangover-drowsy head and got up from the ground.

He swayed to the locker and fumbled for the items inside.

It's a pity that there is nothing inside.

"Fuck...there's no more wine!" Hunter cursed, and began to complain to himself again: "Those two bastards are really fucking cheap! The money used to exchange wine It's been spent..."

"Damn it!" The middle-aged man became angrier as he thought about it, and he kicked the empty wine bottle flying away from his feet: "If I knew I shouldn't sell them, I should have let them sign any company contract and get money slowly." That's right..."

The kicked wine bottle hit the wall hard and shattered, and the sharp fragments fell into the shadows.

"Ha ha……"

Suddenly, another person's chuckle came from the small room.

Hunter was shocked suddenly, he was the only one in this room... He turned his neck, but he didn't see anyone.

"Hi~ I must have hallucinated from drinking too much..." The middle-aged man breathed out the alcohol and shook his head.

While talking to himself, Hunter's fat belly groaned, and the feeling of hunger rushed out.

"All the money was used to buy wine, and there is no money to buy food, damn it... If you don't sell them, maybe you can let them go to the rich area to beg for some food..."

when - when -

While Hunter was cursing, the bell of the church bell tower came in again, and the middle-aged man's eyes lit up immediately: "By the way, the ringing of the bell means that you can receive free food again!"

"Ha, praise our great church!" Hunter tidied up his alcohol-smelling collar excitedly, and picked up the storage bag hanging on the wall.

But in the next moment, he became annoyed again: "Damn it, if you don't sell those two bastards..."

"If you don't sell them, you can get three food at once, right?"

A young voice answered for Hunter, and the words were filled with extremely cold mockery: "Your ugly performance is really breathtaking, Uncle Hunter~"

"Who!" Hunter was obviously shocked, because there was still no one in the room.

"Don't be so fucking pretending! Smelly brat! I warn you! I, Hunter, are not easy to mess with!" The middle-aged man hastily dropped his storage bag, picked up an empty wine bottle from the ground, and waved it: "You hide Where is it? Get out of here!"

"It seems that alcohol has given you a lot of courage... How about it, how about I help you make a small package for sobering up?"

boom!Hunter saw that the door in front of him suddenly closed by itself, and the door panel hit the door edge with a loud noise.

Immediately afterwards, the shadow of the locker at the middle-aged man's feet squirmed, and a silver light that was almost dragged out of the shadow protruded from it, flashing past Hunter.

Hunter's eyes widened, and he saw his hand holding the wine bottle fall to the ground, and blood blossomed.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The severe pain struck the next moment, and the middle-aged man fell to his knees, holding his severed wrist and howling.

However, something even more terrifying happened before his eyes.

He saw the shadow in the room squirming, and the shadows merged into a bottomless void in the room.

The next moment, a man in a black robe and a hood who couldn't see his face clearly walked out of the shadows leisurely as if climbing stairs.

This is not over yet, amidst the splashes of blood, a more ferocious and terrifying monster jumped out of the hole!

Huge figures immediately filled the entire room, illusory hair swaying slightly, and the scarlet pupils of the werewolf stared firmly at the pale-faced middle-aged man.

"How is it? The small set meal for sobering up is very good, right?" Roy looked at the terrified alcoholic in front of him with great interest: "Using it on a bastard like you, the effect is really immediate."

"Ah... ah... ah..." Hunter squirmed backwards on the ground holding his severed wrist, but the young man walked straight up to him, reached out and grabbed his hair and lifted it up.

"I have a small question. If I get a satisfactory answer, I won't kill you. How about it?"

Roy looked straight into each other's eyes and smiled, "Don't be afraid, I'm a kind and harmless person."

The young man stood behind the shadow formed by the gathering of shadows, a crimson glow burst out from the depths of his black pupils.

……

When he pushed open the closed door and saw the corpse on the ground, the pastor knew that he had failed again.

He stood silently at the door, watching the light-removing man squat down and inspect Hunter's fat body.

The small room was filled with the smell of wine and blood, which was uncomfortable.

One of the middle-aged man's wrists was broken, and blood was flowing everywhere, but this was not the cause of his death. Henry's face was twisted together due to extreme fear, and his mouth was opened as wide as possible, like a drowned fish.

As if some kind of evil, Hunter's body lay face down on the ground, his intact arm stretched out vertically, his index finger was dipped in blood, and a red full moon was drawn on the ground.

The white knight stood up, and a low voice rang in the priest's ear: "Master Priest, his soul has disappeared, and we can't even find the faint light of his broken soul."

"That is to say..." the pastor said solemnly, "His soul was completely dragged into the abyss by the weight of the evil god's knowledge."

At this moment, the haze of the red moon hangs in everyone's heart.

The opponent's previous method was just to spread statues, spread knowledge and create believers, but this time the nature has completely changed.

He is making sacrifices, sacrificing souls.

Judging from the victim's terrified expression and the strange posture of the corpse... the murderer this time was an extremely cruel and ruthless person.

There is already more than one apostle of the evil god... The pastor came to his own conclusion.

The previous Red Moon communicator was an elegant businessman who was good at manipulating people's hearts and using conditions that the other party could not refuse to create believers to spread the Red Moon.

And this time, the Red Moon Apostle is like a cruel butcher. He doesn't care whether the other party wants to believe in the Red Moon, but instead adopts a more extreme method to harvest souls.

It's like... the real messenger of the evil god...

(End of this chapter)