Summoner of Nightmares

604. Chapter 604

    Chapter 604

    Corpse World.

    With video and other news, on the Internet, the corpse gradually floats out of the surface.

    Every day there are a large number of corpses, slaughtered and placed on the streets for visitors.

    No mercy, no leave.

    each and everyone cities are beginning to emerge from their holy duty, and all hidden corpses in the city are named after another, or they are arrested for visitation, or directly assaulted, without suffering.

    At the same time, the transmission of the Holy Mosque remains a source of continuous influx.

    Cardula is dispersed in a large number of parts of the country, and with no difficulty is able to command everything through its own hands, with much more efficiency than the general telephone equipment.

    In the ordinary world, with the presence of the demon, a large number of ordinary people began to panic and seek all possible help.

    Various denominations, beliefs, civil mysterious systems have begun to flow into them, trying to find new dependence.

    And that is when an organization called the Holy Mosque began to float out of darkness.

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    temptation of the Temple is extremely strong, not just for ordinary people to choose to join, but even for some bodies that have always hated to eat human beings, to practise their teachings.

    A number of corpses chose to purify themselves, and with the help of Saint Light, nerve cut off the addictive tissue of the body for meat. At the same time, it became a new category of holy men in the Temple – the deceased.

    They claim to be the soul of Saint Light, gathered in churches all over the world, praying faithfully every day, completely abandoning the identity of their bodies, integrating them into normal societies and living in peace.

    On the other hand, pilgrims hunt demons from the very beginning, hunt off the dispersed, to the families of small demons in some cities, and are often slaughtered overnight.

    Such brutal actions quickly triggered joint resistance by the bodies everywhere.

    The Night Boulevard Alliance was the first group to start resisting.

    Only resistance is futile, and the power gap between the corpses and the pilgrims is too obvious. It’s not a level at all.

    In this increasingly chaotic situation, Cardula has been pizzled, and no one can stop her from moving forward, even if it was in the dark hands of the Night Correspondence Coalition, and it was just a smooth fall with it.

    And that’s when the Sacred Mountain Peak finally chose to do it.

    A large number of corpses, coming from the Mount of San Francisco, brought together parliaments and coalition leaders, began to surround the Temple at the same time.

    The war continues to erupt everywhere. The chaos are getting up.

    ………

    ………

    Stone peak.

    The goddess, Sola, sit on the edge of the cliff and look down at the bottom of the dark valley. She has no grief.

    Being an incarnation of God, is itself boring. The only one that can be repatriated is to sink into the memory of the past.

    Once, she was crazy and manipulated.

    But unfortunately, everything is gone now.

    “Balma, do you hear me?

    The souls of the early moon swords are screaming. “She suddenly opened calmly said.

    “They have also been massacred by Pei Family on behalf of San Francisco. The world has no longer remembered the gravity of the stomach.” Sora repeat the path.

    “Pei Family has been destroyed, and now we need to be concerned not about this, but how to deal with the crisis that exists in the autopsy community.” The Balma language is on the line, “The organization known as the Temple has begun to gather a lot of people.”

    “The pilgrimage of the Holy Mosque, with strong strength and cooperation under weapons, is very easy to deal with the corpse.

    Low grades of corpses have no resistance to them. So… ”

    “So we need to solve the problem from the source.”

    “Sources?”

    “In the fate I saw, the saint was dominated by the monster named Cardula. Her strength is strong, even more powerful than ours, and it is extremely difficult to kill.

    Even if it’s me, I’m afraid it’s hard to win. ”Sora shakes his head,“ so I’m going to use it… ”

    Bowling…

    Suddenly, the thunderbolt came out of the sky.

    A female corpse jumped away from a distance.

    “Your Honor Sola, there’s something wrong with the Irish province!”

    Female expression is heavy, and the face is even pale.

    “Say,” The Goddess Sora, while occasionally seeing the direction of fate, does not see specific details, and she can feel only anticipation.

    “There has been a massive upheaval in the province of Iowa, where more than 3,000 people march and require the Government to deal comprehensively with the bodies hidden in the crowd.

    At the same time, the Temple struck a living site for our people, giving birth to more than 30,000 clansman. “… caused more than 28,000 clansman to die on the scene, and the rest of clansman escaped.”

    The terrorist incidents that took place outside the country were promptly reported.

    More than 28,000 corpses were slaughtered.

    Such tragedies, whether Sora or Balma, are never seen.

    Since the establishment of the corpse, which belongs to its own organization and strength, no more death or injury has been so large.

    It is also the death and injury caused by the killing of non-communal people.

    “I can feel that that evil is getting closer…” Sora’s silent and slow down.

    “Then let the black moon go. You can’t leave, the strongest of the Mountains, and only the dark moon.” The Balma proposal says.

    “Yes. She after all was the hero of an era.” Sora Nodded and said.

    ….

    ….

    “The hero?” The big fat woman on the table, drunk, fingered herself, didn’t care about the impudent laughing.

    “Have you ever seen such a fat hero?”

    She laughed, and everybody else in the bar was laughing.

    “So you’re looking for the wrong guy, go find the others. I’m not a hero.” Fat woman, get up and get down.

    “Give me a green corn. Take the biggest number, you know.”

    The alcoholic conductor in the back of the bar mounted the thumb, indicated receipt, and then swiftly began to reconcile the wine.

    “Today, our people are facing great threats. Lord Pops, you’re the only one who can try to turn the tides, save everything.”

    The female envoy from the Holy Mountains continues to be persuaded.

    This great hero, who used to be brilliant and swallowed, is now completely transformed into a five-kilogram big fatty.

    Once she was strong, and now she’s fat.

    “I’m not a big man, I’m just a drunk.” Pomps lazy player.

    “No, you saved Lord Sola from a giant sea monster, and you defeated the flame.

    The details of one of her items are the performance of the Bosch Moon.

    “That’s all before. Now I’m, I’m done.” Pomps doesn’t care.

    “No. You’re just… For a while.” The messenger hardly found a statement describing Pops at this time.

In

    fact, even if it was her, in the instant of seeing Pops, some kind of insistence was broken.

    (This chapter is over)