People Are in the Kingdom of God, and They Have Just Taken Place in the Adult Room Chapter 207

"People are in the kingdom of God, and they just contain things in the adult room (

The great Nyarlatotepu walked the universe with thousands of sides, and each side was an extreme derivation of his indescribable power.

Among them, the messenger of the ancients seems to be his most curious, joking, and secretive side.

Rumor has it that his appearance will bring endless disasters!

He is the precursor of all great disasters and extreme events.

"The Revelation of Graki" once said:

Only Cthulhu awakened from Lalaiye, Graki broke through the Crystal Gate, and the young beast of Ehot was born in the sun... Yavum Struggling to break free from the end of the North Yarak, Zos Omog from the abyss of the ocean rising……

The messenger of the ancients will reveal its indescribable body.

It's like the curious eye of Nyarlatotepu!

That indescribable existence shocked the shaman high priest Moore, and the information recorded in the sacred scriptures of the evil Scriptures made him mentally broken.

"Destruction, disaster, nothingness..."

"No, no, no...the great **** of toads Satogua! The noble flame lord, the real man! Save the Vomi people!"

He raised his hands and wailed to the sky!

The astounding glance made his soul collapse in terror, and the catastrophe and fear was like a stream of light in the sky, rippling terrifying ripples in the sea of reason.

Listening to the blasphemous words of High Priest Moore, Cardinal Horace was stiff, and he had forgotten to maintain the majesty of the real man!

"Roar-"

"Woo-"

One after another howls came from outside the tribe, and everyone looked at it from the prestige, and saw that more and more evil animals suddenly appeared on the horizon!

Like black tide, swarming.

Even if the incarnation of Nyarlatotepu, the messenger of the ancients shrouded the sky, they could not stop them from following the footsteps of the old gods.

Because they are all evil animals under the curse of the old god!

"How could this be? How could this be?"

Du De, covered in blood, looked at the evil beasts gleaming in the ice castle, his face was dull and his pupils trembled.

This is a desperate situation that the Womi tribe has never encountered in thousands of years of struggle!

This is a horror far beyond the limit of the tribe.

If it's just a battle for survival, the Womi people are willing to fight half-races, kill monsters with flesh and blood, or fill their belly.

But the despair in front of him is obviously not enough to be filled with flesh and blood.

Even Dude, the most powerful warrior of the Womi people, has been robbed of his mind, let alone other Womi fighters?

The spellcasting materials in the hands, the enchanted weapons in the palms, and even the wife in the church behind them could not give them courage.

The existence that wanders in the emptiness is spreading the most extreme terror in the universe, polluting their only rationality.

They looked at each other, trying to find some solace in the eyes of their companions, but only deeper despair in return.

In the real cathedral, lying on the window and guarding the door, the Womi women who rushed in with their weapons, guarding against the beasts, through the huge windows, looking at the monsters covering the sky, the courage of the last resistance was almost taken away.

At this moment, Carol, the owner of the ice floe, trembled even more.

He couldn't figure out how, how could a tribe that was peaceful and hopeful when he woke up in the morning suddenly suffered such a disaster?

"Master Bishop, what should we do?"

Carol looked up at Horace, but actually asked the gods.

Horace didn't answer, he looked up at the sky, and a blizzard was thrown up on the snowy field farther away, like a monstrous wave, and pounced on the Womi tribe.

That is the evil animal farther away being polluted by the old god!

Horace subconsciously landed on the real cathedral that had just been built and almost exhausted Womi's financial resources, and he had the answer in his heart.

--escape! Flee to the ends of the world with the Womi tribe!

Do everything possible to save the Womi tribe, this is not only the duty of the cardinal, but also for himself.

He didn't know why the real people stopped answering his prayers?

But he knew that such an existence would not easily die.

If he flees alone, if the real person returns to accountability, he will be in trouble.

Thinking of this, Horace took a deep breath, and was about to extract a sentence from the scriptures, looking for "the rationality of escape". When he stabilized the military's mind, he interrupted his plan with a scream.

"Everyone will die! Everyone will die!"

"The great Nyarlatotep sees the end, all of us will die!"

A scream came from a red priest beside the high priest Moore. His face was distorted, his eyes were dug out, his face was bloody, and he was yelling madly.

Around him are scattered materials for casting [Dream Image].

——Obviously, the crazy red-clothed sacrifice, fortunetelling the future, glimpsed the indescribable horror, and fell into hysterical madness.

The harsh living environment prevents the Womi tribe from being monopolized by scholars.

All magic knowledge is public, and the level of it depends on personal talent and spirituality.

Therefore, the courage of the Womi people who saw this scene almost completely collapsed.

They know very well, what does the dream image mean?

"Woo..."

Uncontrollable sobbing came from the church, and the Womi woman, who was responsible for fertility, collapsed first.

They hold their children and cry in despair!

Hearing the crying in the church, Horace was upset.

He intends to kill the red sacrificial cult of the cholera army, but he knows that it is too late, and killing will only cause greater panic.

Most importantly, he panicked too.

[Dream Image] He knows this magic very well, either he can't cast it, or he's crazy when he sees it, and he never makes a mistake.

What the surgeon needs to consider is how to bring the prophecy out of the dream.

Therefore, the prophecy of the red-clothed sacrifice will become a reality.

"Why are you crying? Xiao Wei'an, come out for me, and you have to squeeze your weapons when you die!"

A Womi warrior roared, his eyes piercing blood~www.mtlnovel.com~ The ultimate despair aroused his final determination!

"Squeaky--"

The door of the church opened, and Xiao Wei'an clenched his pistol and walked out.

Behind him is a group of women and young children.

——Since destruction has become a settlement, there is no point in hiding.

Xiao Wei'an looked at the wandering spirits all over the floor with some fear, and mustered the courage to walk towards his father.

Suddenly, he stopped.

Because he met Uncle Carol who only said hello in the morning.

"Uncle Carol, mom said, we will all die?" He couldn't help asking.

——He didn't dare to ask his father, because his majestic father always made him afraid, even though he was eager to play with his father.

"……Yes."

Carol hesitated for a moment, looked at the beast approaching, and didn't lie.

"Mom said, you have ushered in the Lord, it is the Lord who told us not to move again, can you ask him to save us again?"

Xiao Wei'an asked again. After seeing Uncle Carol this morning, he specifically asked his mother what "the Lord is coming" meant? Because he doesn't want to move.

Carol was stunned.

He subconsciously looked at the mad red sacrifice, and at the frenzy of evil animals that stretched across the sky. His life experience told him that destruction is a foregone conclusion, and death is coming.

But Xiao Wei'an's words awakened his desire to survive.

It's like a terminally ill patient, even in the face of a remedy for excrement and urine, he will swallow without choosing clothes!

"Great true man, no one can understand your wisdom, and no one can stand by your power. You humble believer, longing for your salvation! I beg you to deliver miracles and save the believers who admire your infinite glory!"

Carol, with the last hope, prayed with a trembling voice.

For yourself, for the tribe!

Chapter end

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