People Are in the Kingdom of God, and They Have Just Taken Place in the Adult Room Chapter 390

Humans are in the kingdom of God, and they have just become human objects. Chapter 390 The sacrifice of the clown "Zoshik? Angel? Observation?"

Patriarch Byron, who read the letter again, suddenly became solemn.

This sudden task is not difficult, but it is by no means easy!

It is not difficult to say, but because the church does not require it, just observe the records;

It's not easy to say, because the locations and goals involved in this mission are far beyond his ability.

Not to mention the observation angel, just lurking to the lair of the **** of the corpse - the city of Zul Bahazaar, is a very dangerous task.

Once exposed, it is very likely to die.

Thinking about it, this is also the fundamental reason why the church delegated this task to him.

He is an extraordinary person of the path to hell!

The corpse is his dance partner, the ghost is his shadow, and death is his sigh... Only those who are extraordinary in this way can perfectly adapt to the city of Zul Bahazaar.

As for the corpse-eating superhumans?

This is lurking in the city of Zul Bahazaar, the birthplace of the characteristic, this is simply courting death.

"Huh—"

Patriarch Byron let out a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand in a void move, and held a silver staff of the Archangel.

The tail of the stick tapped the ground, and a puff of blue smoke appeared in front of the desk.

"I'm going to leave for a few days, Ans El, please!"

"People are in the city." Qing Yan responded solemnly.

"May my Lord bless you!"

Patriarch Byron stroked his chest and saluted, and a bronze door of **** suddenly rose from behind itself.

The mysterious pattern on the bronze door suddenly activated and expanded, turning into a gluttonous giant mouth, swallowing him into the dark and dark hell!

The city of Zul Bahazaar looks like any other city.

Except more ancient, dark!

Rows of disorganized buildings are randomly piled on both sides of the road, as if leading to a cannibal hall in the depths of the netherworld.

On the broken window glass, a pale face can be vaguely seen, and the rotten curtains are opened to inquire outside curiously.

No wonder the inhabitants of the city of Zul'Baha Sal are so careful.

Almost overnight, the city that believed in the great Mordiggian was crowded with unfamiliar faces.

——That is a countryman from the wild land beyond the care.

"Look, they're all here for a man named King Clown."

"It is said that this clown king will be crowned as a **** here... Hehe, what a sad and arrogant existence..."

In a dilapidated residential building, an old Mordiggian believer was introducing the recent situation in the city to his nephew who came from afar.

His nephew, eager to venture out in his youth, left the city of Zul Bahasar.

However, they often exchanged letters with each other.

Occasionally, my nephew will send some gifts from the caravan, so the relationship has always been very good.

At this time, the old man seemed to have a feeling when he said this, and his expression became mad and hysterical.

"When you step here, you will always be a person from Zul Bahasar City."

"All those who fell in the city of Zul Bahazaar belong to the great Mordiggian."

The last sentence fell, and the nephew's body trembled slightly.

But immediately returned to normal, lowered his head and recited:

"May the great Mordiggian save us from decay and maggots!"

The old man nodded in satisfaction.

It seems that even if the nephew travels far, he has always maintained a devout belief!

After a few words of advice, the old man left home to buy some.

Leaving the nephew standing by the window silent.

He is none other than the Church of the Dawn—Patriarch Byron.

The stench of the corpse concealed the holiness of the dawn, making him blend into the city perfectly without being disturbed.

"The Clown King?"

Patriarch Byron murmured in a low voice. He always felt that the name had a strange magical power, which made him uneasy!

As everyone knows, he is not the only one who is uneasy?

The residents of the huge city of Zur Bahazaar were all disturbed by the words of the clown king, and they were in a mess!

I don't know how many greedy speculators have flocked here!

Disrupted the order of Zur Bahasar City, and also disrupted the hearts of the people!

The clown king is making the Zosixi continent uneasy.

But it is also undeniable that he broke the order of this land that has lasted for an unknown period of time.

Countless civilians turned over overnight;

There were also countless nobles who fell into the abyss overnight.

But compared to these, the spread of those extraordinary characteristics, and even the replacement of high-ranking characteristics, is even more tempting!

No one knows the final destination of the high-ranking characteristics that the King Clown gave him in Basalom.

It was learned from witnesses that blood stained the city's main road that day.

The shimmering light of extraordinary power condensed next to the corpses, but no one stopped to collect them.

Only the ghouls who followed the fragrance of the food emerged from the darkness and feasted.

This terrifying scene that should have frightened countless speculators has made the clown followers even more crazy.

Everyone feels that they are different!

Just like the misunderstanding of oneself stepping into the path of transcendence, the blessings are profound.

In such a frenzy, the narrow and dark streets also became full of life, as if the unknown but full of people's alleys in the hometown.

Everyone is waiting in silence.

Waiting for the arrival of the full moon.

The wagon had been on the ridge for six days.

The Joker King also slept on the roof of the car for six days.

He breathed evenly, unmoved by the thunder.

The old wizard Heyman was busy for five days.

On the first day, he sat for a day, but in the end, under the control of fear, he took out all the extraordinary materials on his body and made extraordinary objects that might be used.

Only Daqian, who had just entered the supernatural path, had nothing to do for six days.

She wanted to help the old wizard Heyman, but unfortunately, her clumsy appearance was exchanged for Heyman's euphemistic refusal.

When she was bored talking, she was the first to discover that the moon was full.

"The moon is full!"

She whispered.

Under the silvery night sky, a bright and bright moon quietly hangs in the sky.

She looked back at the clown king expectantly.

In exchange, it was a turn of the clown king!

Daqian was startled, and pouted a little aggrieved.

Seeing this, the old wizard Heyman put down the remaining supernatural materials, curled up beside the carriage, and fell asleep.

I don't know how long, the aggrieved Daqian also curled up in the carriage and fell asleep.

Until a slap woke her up.

"Jennifer...don't make trouble...huh?!"

The dazed Daqian thought it was the shaking of the maid, but suddenly opened her eyes in the spiritual boiling.

The sharply constricted pupils brought the King Joker's reflection into his field of vision.

He split his mouth, revealing snow-white teeth, and smiled exaggeratedly, with a playful look in his eyes.

"Ah, King Clown!"

Daqian was taken aback, her consciousness finally returned.

"You finally woke up, I was just thinking, should I leave you behind?" said the clown king.

"Don't!" Darcy hurriedly explained: "King Clown, I-I was wrong, I'm too sleepy, so..."

"Ah, my kitty, we don't have time for flirting. My time is running out. Now that I wake up, let's go. I can guarantee that you will see an unprecedented performance!"

Darcy blushed, and before she could react, the clown king suddenly jumped onto the roof of the car and opened his arms.

The exaggerated command said:

"Where is my faithful servant?"

"Your Majesty the great clown, Hyman is always bathed in your shadow."

Hyman crawls down his old body, his voice is calm and firm.

"Beautiful lines, let's go!"

"Here!"

Heyman got up, shook his wizard robes, jumped into the driver's seat of the carriage, raised the reins and twitched. The zombie horse that had been standing for six days suddenly came to life, and with the sound of its hooves, it galloped away towards the city at the foot of the mountain.

At this time, the sky was still dark, and the skyline was faintly pale.

Like the light of dawn, and like the omen of a volcanic eruption.

"It's about to dawn."

Patriarch Byron stood on the dilapidated rooftop, looking out at the paleness of the sky and muttering to himself.

At this time, the huge city of Zur Bahazaar seems to have fallen into darkness from the daytime, and stopped from noise to calm!

Countless people crowded on the balcony, on the street, looking around.

——This is a brave person.

More often, they crowded in front of the window, raised the curtains, and looked out timidly and curiously, as if the thin layer of windows could block evil spirits.

When the dawn of dawn was about to cover the afterglow of the full moon, "Peng!" A gunpowder explosion sounded, illuminating the sky and covering the dawn!

--fireworks!

——It's fireworks!

Countless people looked up and saw a not-so-splendid firework suddenly exploded in the sky outside the city of Zur Bahasar.

That's the shape of a giant's footprint!

When the footprint fireworks went out, "Peng!" Another fireworks burst into the sky.

Still in the shape of giant footprints!

Wrongly located in front, like the left foot of a giant striding again.

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

Fireworks bloomed from the sky one after another, and from a distance, it seemed as if an indescribable giant was walking from the sky.

"This……"

Patriarch Byron raised his head and stared blankly at the scene. It was obviously just a mundane method, but it gave him a great shock!

This is his way of appearing beyond his countless assumptions.

Flying, out of the dust, with a bit of banter!

The demigod is so shocked, let alone other people.

"Your Majesty the Clown, it really is different!"

Butcher Treyton stood on the main road, raised his head and stared blankly at this scene.

The flickering footprints approached from a distance step by step, and the explosion sound of "Pumbaa" was like the tremor of a giant crushing the earth, making him scream and frenzy in his heart!

He seemed to have seen God!

God hidden in the dark!

At this moment, the huge city of Zur Bahasar was boiling.

It was the screams of the crowd and the laughter of greedy souls!

"Hello, my followers, evening... oh no, good morning?!"

The familiar sound of laughter came from the sky.

The fireworks finally reached the city, and it was dawn.

Everyone finally saw the clown king.

Even mortal eyes!

The still exaggerated and luxurious float was actually hanging upside down in the sky, with the blue sky as the ground and the city as the sky.

The clown king hung upside down on the roof of the car, excitedly greeting the residents of the city, and even the greedy and fanatical followers.

"Look how passionate my people are!"

"They are longing for my arrival, longing for me..."

The clown's voice was extremely excited. At this moment, it suddenly solidified, and faintly spit out two words: "...die!"

"Greedy human beings, no wonder ghouls also hate your souls!"

Before the voice fell, a scream suddenly came from the city.

"Do not--"

Countless voices followed the sound, and saw a mass of black mist rising into the sky, a skull looming in the thick black mist.

"scam!"

"This is a scam!"

The skull in the black fog roared hysterically.

I don't know how many demigods in the city were horrified!

Because of the black fog rising into the sky, it is a power that can only be displayed by a demigod.

"Jie Jie Jie... Hahaha..."

The clown laughed wildly.

Hanging upside down in the air, his five fingers are like dragons, covering Zul Bahasar, and looming silk threads hang down from his fingertips.

At the end of the thin line, it seems that there are countless clowns hunting wildly!

"not good--"

Patriarch Byron realized something, the roaring gate of **** opened from behind him and swallowed him in one bite.

But Patriarch Byron not only did not relax, but his hair stood up!

because……

He was still standing there.

As if the gate of **** had completed its mission, it retreated into the abyss of hell.

There seems to be a layer of invisible transparent glass around him, cutting him individually, like a delicate doll in the window.

'open! '

Patriarch Byron was horrified, and suddenly stretched out his hands, inserted them into his abdominal cavity, and tore them apart.

"Roar!"

His intestinal peristalsis swelled and turned into a giant snake roaring out, trying to tear open the enclosed space.

"Boom!"

The peristaltic intestine slammed into the cut space.

The intestines pouring out from the abdominal cavity even filled this weird "glass room".

This……

When Patriarch Byron saw this, his pupils suddenly contracted and his heart stopped beating!

Shouldn't the corpse snake he reared be so weak?

However, it is empty and has its shape, as delicate as insects.

Twisted!

He felt the rules twist.

This power even spread to him along the corpse snake, causing his power to decline sharply.

"Ugh--"

At this moment, time seemed to fall into eternity, and Patriarch Byron sighed heavily in his heart.

Unexpectedly, after going through untold hardships to become a demigod, he finally fell here, and he didn't even see the enemy clearly!

'My lord, please forgive me...'

Before he died, he tried to pray for atonement, but unexpectedly, outside the distorted time and space, there was a faint voice of surprise.

"what?"

Without waiting for Patriarch Byron to give birth to more thoughts, only the last blow of the continuous strangulation disappeared suddenly.

"Um?"

Infinite doubts arose in Patriarch Byron's heart, but he didn't have time to think about it. The vanished bronze gate of **** appeared again and swallowed him in one mouthful.

Escape from this boundless hell!

There are only a few ghosts, attached to mortals, silently watching here.

The killing continues!

In the city, demigods roared, cursed, and cursed everywhere!

Bishop Byron, who could no longer witness it with his own eyes, could only perceive this fragmented terror with the touch of a ghost.

This made him even more puzzled.

Since the killing was continuing, why did the Joker let him go?

Suddenly, the touch of his soul suddenly stiffened, eroded by the endless cold.

The stunned believers in the city ~www.mtlnovel.com~ suddenly boiled, they were densely crawling on the ground, screaming hoarsely.

I saw a strange and dazzling darkness suddenly burst out from the temple in the center of the city. He was like a reptile-like shadow column, straight into the sky, as big as a dragon.

The torso curled up in the temple continued to spew out of the temple!

The extreme darkness seemed to **** away the heat of the sun, leaving the entire city in a bone-chilling cold like death and emptiness.

Lure all beings into the abyss of death!

He is impressively Mordiggian, the Lord of Zul Bahazaar and the God of the Treasure House! ! !

——The death in the city finally awakened him.

"Great Mordiggian, this feast of gods and demons will be presented to you by the clown king, please grant me blessings and immortality!"

In the void, came the frantic cry of the clown king.

A feast of gods and demons?

The flickering ghost broke free from instinctual fear and looked around hesitantly.

——That was Patriarch Byron's hesitation.

What did he feel.

This is……?

The scene that caught his eye made him shudder and even fear when he was in hell.

As far as the eyes can see, the people of the city are covered in curses, and they are all dying.

The abominable plague sucked huge pale pustules from their skin, and the pustules quivered, and that was the crawling of maggots.

It seems that the stench that has been brewing for centuries has fermented from countless believers, as if mocking the old ruler Mordiggian who hates rot and maggots!

——The clown, even tried to sacrifice the people of Zul Bahasar city to please the great **** of burials, Mordiggian.

Chapter end