I played the world alone

Chapter 420 The devil resurrects! ([-]-in-[-])

The exorcism ceremony takes place in the square.

However, due to the accident of the previous witch attack, a large number of soldiers and key archers were prepared on site, as well as a lot of holy water provided by the church.

Once the witches do appear, get rid of them immediately!
As for this exorcism ceremony, it is to deal with the remaining witches who have been imprisoned again, and the most important ghost of the witch who threatened to come for revenge.

Although the other party has not appeared from that day to now, it is still scary, fearing that when I sleep in the middle of the night, a ghost will appear next to my bed and demand my life.

So much so that I couldn’t even sleep peacefully during this period!

At this moment, under the high platform, the earl was wearing a thick suit of armor to ensure that he would be safe even if a witch really appeared. He was also protected by many attendants.

Some of them held spears in their hands, while others held large shields as tall as a man, and they defended them comprehensively in all directions.

"The bishop must solve this trouble this time!"

Simmons stood with the old priest this time, just behind the church group.

He looked worriedly at the bishop standing on the high platform, fearing that new troubles would arise today.

In fact, in the past few days, every time a witch was executed, there would always be accidents, and they would even get worse.

He couldn't help but pray in his heart that this time it would go smoothly.

Even if you just act like before and lie to others, at least you have to get through today safely.

Immediately he looked at the soldiers around him, and finally felt a little more secure.

And what if.

What if this Lord Bishop is the backbone of the so-called mysterious church that the witch said?

It makes sense if you think about it carefully. If the bishop's status doesn't allow him to have access to the core secrets of the church, then he really doesn't know who else can.

Is it possible that there is only one Pope?

"May the Lord bless..."

Finally, the exorcism ceremony officially began.

When he saw the familiar starting gesture of the Bishop, his heart suddenly became cold and his eyes almost went dark.

"It's over..."

He has been here for too long and is very familiar with these routines. Especially in order to better succeed the old priest, he is almost fully prepared.

He even knew the bishop's next lines by heart.

Sure enough, he could recite everything the bishop said next in his mind in advance, and he could speak it more fluently and with more complete lines than the old man who sometimes accidentally forgot his words.

"Another impostor with no real ability..."

The others didn't seem to have any special expressions, and still prayed together with pious faces.

The Lord Bishop stumbled through his lines, holding the silver cross high in his hand, and finally pointed it at the wooden evil statue in front of him that symbolized the devil and penetrated it hard!

"Stab!"

This is a customary finishing move.

As black blood flowed out from the inside of the punctured statue, the bishop's hand holding the cross never let go. Instead, his whole body trembled slightly and his face became more serious.

"Devil! My Lord is watching here, your plot is doomed to fail..."

Sure enough, as he said this, more and more blood flowed out of the statue, almost turning into a pool of blood at its feet.

Seeing this scene, everyone else in the audience was a little excited as if they had seen a miracle, but Simmons looked calm.

I couldn't even help but want to laugh out loud.

This acting is really bad, and it just deceives ordinary people who have never seen a big scene.

He guessed that when the bishop pulled out the cross, the demon statue that had been prepared long ago would automatically crack, symbolizing the end of the exorcism ceremony.

Sure enough, when the blood almost stopped flowing out, the bishop pretended to be relieved, and then planned to pull out the cross.

However, at this moment, his expression changed slightly.

Can't pull it out?

"Damn it, what did those people do when the pigs were comparing props? I had already reminded them to check in advance..."

"A bunch of damn idiots!"

Cursing in his mind, he wiped his cold sweat with his sleeve, glanced at the people in the audience who were still looking at him expectantly, and could only continue to pretend to be serious, and continued to recite passages from the Bible. .

Continue to secretly grit your teeth and pull out hard!
However, the cross seemed to be rooted inside, motionless!

His face suddenly became a little ugly.

At this time, other people in the audience gradually noticed that something was wrong and began to talk quietly.

Simmons is also a bit strange.

It stands to reason that this finishing action will not last so long, because it has no meaning. It is better to continue the execution quickly and try to finish the burning before sunset so that people can sleep peacefully.

It shouldn't be.

He saw more and more sweat gradually forming on the bishop's forehead, and suddenly he had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Snapped!"

The bishop accidentally let go of his hand due to excessive force, and sat down on the ground. He immediately screamed in pain. The attendants next to him hurriedly stepped forward to help him up, but they were thrown away by him angrily.

"Look at what you idiots have done! Who arranged this?!"

"Pull out the cross immediately! Otherwise you won't be able to live well!"

The bishop's roar echoed over the square, and the audience was in an uproar.

This move is too stupid. Doesn't it mean that it is false to say that this is a pre-arranged plot?

The earl's face turned blue with anger, but the status of the man on the stage was much higher than his even if he was pretending to be, and he was not something he could afford to offend.

It is impossible to deal with it like the exorcist was punished before.

"We are all fools who were fooled..."

"Can't the church send someone with real skills? Why are they all lying? The witches here are real!"

"Damn it! They are still acting now. It's just a cross inserted into a wooden sculpture. Three men couldn't pull it out together? Are they treating us like idiots?"

"Oh my god, this is so fake. I'm sure I can take that shoddy statue apart..."

On the stage, several people were already helping, but they couldn't pull it out!
However, at this moment, the black blood started to flow out again, and more and more, it didn't look like it was going to drain out at all.

"Damn it, how much dye did you put in it..." The bishop slapped his forehead, almost dizzy with anger, "I told you. I told you a long time ago!"

"No, no, no, Lord Bishop, please believe in our professionalism. The level just now should have been exhausted." The assistant next to him shook his head vigorously and stammered in reply.

"So? Are you trying to tell me that this shoddy wood carving that was just finished two days ago is bleeding?" the bishop roared, "do you think I'm one of those naive kids in the choir?" As soon as these words came out , the faces of other people present became a little ugly.

Isn't this a disguised form of scolding them?

But they didn't dare to scold him back.

The assistant was trembling, looking at the statue that was still bleeding out a lot of blood, even dyeing the entire high platform dark red, and didn't know what to say.

He is also very strange.

That much dye is simply unrealistic.Even if this small wooden sculpture is completely hollowed out, there is no way it can hold so much!
So where did these come from?
unless……

It is generated within itself!
After realizing this, his face became distorted and frightened, and he subconsciously took two steps back.

Just the "slapping" sound of the overly sticky blood under his feet, and the strange fishy smell gradually spreading in the air, made him almost subconsciously vomit in a state of extreme tension.

At this time, the others were not fools. They gradually realized that something was not quite right. They all took two steps back, trying to stay away from this weird statue.

Only the bishop was still angry, not realizing anything was wrong. He just thought that these subordinates deliberately wanted to make him look embarrassed, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

However, at this moment, the demon sculpture suddenly trembled, and the blood that continued to flow out slowly stopped.

Then, under the horrified gaze of everyone, the demon sculpture slowly began to move its body like a living person. After stretching for a while, it raised its head and looked at everyone with glowing red eyes.

"The devil...the devil is resurrected?"

Someone made a trembling sound.

Some people were so frightened that they sat down on the ground, completely forgetting about the dirty and weird blood on the ground.

The bishop roared angrily: "What other tricks do you want to play? Don't you think I've made a fool of myself enough?"

"No...Mr. Bishop, please look behind you..."

The bishop roared and turned around: "If you dare to deceive me again..."

The words suddenly stopped, because when he turned his head, he happened to see the demon who was as big as a skinny child with bat wings standing up and walking in front of him.

"what!"

He screamed instantly and ran behind him with fear on his face.

However, the slipperiness under his feet meant that he had no time to leave and fell directly to the ground, screaming in agony.

"That's the devil! The devil is killing people!"

The audience suddenly burst into screams, and countless people began to flee in all directions.

The count's face turned pale with fright, and he immediately asked someone to help his weak legs and leave.

Simmons was no exception, but although the old priest next to him was also frightened, he did not run away immediately. Instead, he stood there praying, holding a Bible, as if he was preparing to fight the devil to the death.

He was too embarrassed to just focus on his own escape, so he could only observe the situation with fear.

Because the scene in front of me seemed different from the hellish scene described by the original witch.

Of course, those soldiers who had been prepared for a long time would not sit still and wait for death. Although they were also afraid, they had seen blood on their hands and even killed people. They were not very afraid of this small guy.

Someone rushed forward immediately, some protected the bishop and helped him evacuate, some held shields in front of him, and some stabbed him directly with spears.

"Stab!"

A crisp voice sounded.

Several spears pierced its body almost at the same time, causing the sculpture to fall apart and turn into fragments on the ground.

The strange thing is that it is actually solid inside. No one knows where so much blood came from.

"Solved?" Before Simmons could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw a stream of gray smoke flying out of the debris and hovering in the air, and at the same time heard a sharp laugh.

"My plan succeeded! The devil is about to come..."

"You all are going to die! Come to hell with me!"

When Simmons heard the familiar voice, his expression suddenly changed.

"Is this...a witch?!"

Could this be her real plan?
If only a small number of civilians knew and believed the original demon summoning plan, now almost everyone who witnessed the scene just now believes it.

"demon……"

The next second, I saw that the entire high platform was rapidly collapsing, and the people on it who had not had time to run down screamed and fell to the ground, with blood all over the ground.

At the same time, an area of ​​about ten meters around it began to tremble violently, and the ground was cracking rapidly, as if something underground was struggling to come out.

"No, no, no... no! You can't do this..."

Simmons knelt on the ground and shook his head in pain. His worst fear was actually about to happen.

The nearest bishop and others were swallowed directly by the cracked ground, and they disappeared before they even had time to scream.

At the same time, red light flashed underground, as if hot magma was slowly flowing, and the air was filled with the smell of sulfur.

It felt like I was in hell.

Then, a giant hand with dark and shriveled skin, like a corpse, slowly stretched out from the ground, rested on the edge of the crack, and was slowly climbing up from below.

The people around him were already stunned by this horrific scene. The only old priest who could still react immediately took out the holy water he had prepared and poured it towards the big hand.

"hiss!"

It was as if cold water had been poured on the iron plate. Although it did leave a dark red scar on the surface of the giant hand, it was evaporated in the blink of an eye, and the wound healed quickly.

The amount is so small that it doesn’t work at all!

As for the other holy water, it has long since disappeared with the death of the bishop.

"Run! Run kid!"

The old priest looked desperate and pushed the frightened Simmons next to him. He held the Bible high and planned to fight this terrible devil to the death.

Even if it only delays it for a second.

Even though the giant hand's arm was already taller than his whole body when raised, it could probably kill him with just one slap.

Simmons shook his head in pain.

"No...it shouldn't be like this..."

But at this moment, he accidentally glanced at a cross on the roof in the distance, and suddenly thought of something, and immediately grabbed the cross he was wearing as if he was grabbing the last straw.

"Please...it must be useful..."

He cried bitterly and prayed more devoutly than ever before.

The next second, the cross in his hand began to emit a soft, holy white light.

(End of this chapter)