I loaded the gods module

Chapter 53 The Bishop's Bad Taste
The fight between the light-removing man and the dream-devouring wolf is still going on.

And in the crimson light cast by the hazy smoky moon in the mid-air, the priest could only feel the depressing sleepiness and exhaustion gradually emerging from the depths of his soul.

"No... This is the authority of the Red Moon Angel. Once that sleepiness dominates my consciousness, I'm afraid I will fall into an eternal sleep without knowing it..."

The rich mystical knowledge quickly made the priest aware of the danger hidden in the moonlight. The man bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and the painful feeling instantly dispelled some strange feelings.

The priest jumped between the roads of the city, and the streamer wings of the red moon angel were still chasing after him, getting closer.

The man gritted his teeth, and quickly turned the pages of the Revelations spread out in his palm, the power of speed, the protection of the holy light, slow healing, physical strengthening... one blessing after another was put on him by the priest in an instant.

At this moment, the streamer's wings brushed past his face, and the terrifying impact immediately threw the pastor to the ground. With a dull sound, a street lamp several meters long was bent instantly under the impact of the man. The pastor It hit the city's icy road.

The man spat out blood in embarrassment, lying on the ground gasping heavily, the golden mask on his cheeks had been completely broken, revealing that pale face.

At this moment, the pastor only felt lingering fear. If his blessing hadn't been timely and protected by a mask, the blow just now would have completely shattered his head.

"This trip to the abyss dreamland is really terrible... Damn it..."

The pastor struggled to get up from the ground. He turned his head and looked around. In the sticky rain, iron vehicles with lights whizzed past him one after another, making sharp warning sounds like monsters. .

"This is really a weird and dangerous abyss world..."

The pastor wiped the blood stains on his face resentfully, with a puzzled expression on his face: "I have obviously delayed the Nightmare Merchant for such a long time, and the saint has already gone to the place where the students gathered , but why hasn’t the blood sacrifice started yet? What is she doing?!”

"Mr. Reverend, why do we have to get into pointless disputes?"

At this moment, the deep voice of the middle-aged gentleman, who had been thoroughly soaked in cigarettes for a long time, rang in the pastor's ears.

The pastor froze for a moment, then raised his head vigilantly, and saw a tiny fire flickering in the pedestrian bridge that crossed the city road above his head.

Charles leaned against the railing with his back to the man. The flames dancing on the match lit up the gentleman's deep eyes. He put the cigarette in his mouth and breathed out the gray mist contentedly.

"I've always been curious, do you even know what you're doing?"

The nightmare businessman put the matchbox and cigarette case back into his pocket cherishedly, and then he looked far away, as if he was concentrating on admiring the splendid lights of the city.

"I can see that you are different from the lady who lost her humanity. You still retain your own thoughts."

The gentleman didn't even look back, and asked softly in a chatty tone: "In this case, why are you still loyal to that Church of the Holy Light? You should be very clear about the cruel nature of the Holy Light, right? What made you betray? Are sentient beings? Benefits? Or strength?”

In the torrential rain, the priest stared blankly at the man's back standing on the overpass. The endless stream of vehicles splashed water, staining the man's golden robe black.

After a moment of silence, the pastor simply gave up struggling. He smiled dejectedly. The strength gap between the two sides was too great. No matter how weak the angel was, his personality and authority were still there.

But it's not a bad thing that the other party is willing to communicate. I'm worried about how to buy time for the saint.

He simply sat slumped on the ground, letting the black rainstorm devour his extraordinary characteristics.

"Benefits? Power? How could I be dominated by such boring things..."

The man shook his head, he raised his arm, and nodded his eyebrows. Charles narrowed his eyes, and in the eyes of the angel, he saw a golden illusory tentacles quietly curled up in the pastor's head.

"Because I have no turning back, that's all, this is not a meaningless dispute, but I must obey the bishop's order!"

The pastor suddenly laughed miserably: "The moment I joined the Holy Light Church, I was planted by the bishop with the same holy light seed as the saint, and I will never be able to get out of this quagmire!"

Charles fell into silence, and the angel breathed out the smoke, quietly listening to the words of the mortal.

And the pastor seemed to have found someone to confide in, the grin on the corner of the man's mouth became more and more mocking, he mocked himself, mocked his absurd and funny fate.

At this moment, those pious faces in the shelter, the expressionless face of the saint, and the innocent and vicious smile of the little boy flashed through the pastor's mind.

He has been witnessing the ugliest and most disgusting dark side of the Church of the Holy Light. Day and night, the pastor is anxious and angry under the torture of human nature.

But the sad thing is that priests are not qualified to get rid of the Holy Light in the slightest.

"Do you know? Red Moon Angel? The members of the Church of the Holy Light are all puppets whose humanity has been wiped out, but do you know why I still retain my humanity?"

"Because—this is the bishop's bad taste."

The priest's figure trembled: "The bishop understands my hesitation and pain better than anyone..."

"—Because of this, he can feel the happiest and most exciting pleasure in the painful and powerless inner torture of mortals!"

"The value of my existence is nothing more than this! I am just a clown who provides pleasure for the bishop! But... but... I have to do this..."

The pastor's words sank, and the man let out a weary gasp.

"Because I want to live, I don't want to die..."

"Once I betray the Church of the Holy Light, the Seed of the Holy Light will kill me in an instant! Then my soul will be dragged into eternal hell by the stars... I don't even have the qualifications to sink into the abyss and return to purity! "

At this moment, the emotions accumulated in the pastor's heart completely broke out: "I just want to live... I just want to live! What's wrong with that?!"

The cigarette burnt out.

The angel turned around and silently looked at the hysterical face of the mortal, thousands of words finally turned into a sigh.

But just as Charles was about to say something, he saw the pastor's face and became frightened again.

"What are you doing, my priest?"

At this moment, the man's eyes widened in astonishment, and he heard the bishop's old and brutal voice.

Charles frowned tightly. The priest's terrified expression made the Red Moon Angel feel a little uneasy. He saw the priest bathed in the rainstorm and suddenly started talking to himself.

"My lord bishop... I have faced the red moon angel, and the saint has already gone to prepare a blood sacrifice for you to descend into the dream abyss... soon your body will descend into this world... what... what... ?”

The pastor was completely stunned: "You said that the Supreme Holy Spirit has lost patience... The Holy Light Corps will be the first to be the sacrifice of glory... What does this mean?"

Under Charles' solemn gaze, he saw the golden tentacles in the pastor's head... stretching his body bit by bit.

"No! No! No! My Lord Bishop... Please... Please give us a little more time..."

He saw the pastor in front of him suddenly go crazy, the man in the golden robe trembled, his hands involuntarily climbed up to his face...then...gradually exerted force...

Pieces of flesh and blood were torn off by him.

The golden illusory tentacles completely extended, dancing wildly in the wind and rain.

So the priest's spattered flesh turned into golden starlight in mid-air, and at some point, the light-destroyers had already gathered.

"Praise the Holy Light, praise the Holy Light, praise the Holy Light..."

The knights surrounded the priest, and they all bent down and knelt on the ground, piously kissing and licking the starlight that fell into the dust and sewage.

The bodies of the Duoguang people exploded in the next instant, and countless dense golden tentacles were conceived in the flesh and blood.

Starlight is spreading.

The final ritual has been completed.

Charles saw the bishop's impatient smile in the rapidly expanding tentacles on the ground.

(End of this chapter)