The Barrage Said, I Am the Final Villain In the Game Chapter 82

  Chapter 82 No Survival (Seeking the first order!)

  When he realized that there might be a more powerful master in the hall than the soul he was looking for, the priest's eyes suddenly became strange.

  He didn't think about going in other directions immediately, but chose to look around the hall.

  Because he has stayed in this church for many years, not to mention midnight, even during the day, there is nothing to visit except bird droppings.

It took him a lot of time to construct the runes on the wall, plus it was a base area, and a lot of detection arrays hidden in it were installed. It can be said that where a brick here is missing a corner, as long as he thinks, he can know it Clearly.

  If it is said that there is a higher level existence than him here, so that he cannot detect it, this possibility is also possible. But with the magic quality of his current half-ring of the golden star ring, coupled with decades of research and study in magic, unless it is of the level of a transparent star ring, it is impossible for him not to find it—but in the Kingdom of Rhine, The number of people who have reached the level of the transparent star ring can be counted, and people of this level will hang around when they have nothing to do?

  Even if he really wandered around and found them, in the face of such a huge level gap, what power would he have to resist?

  So, the priest didn't turn his mind to other people in the church.

only

  He looked around.

  There are not many people in the hall, he knows everyone, and everyone does not seem to have someone who can have [Master].

Why is that?

Could it be that.

   This person is himself?

  Father hesitated for a moment.

   One thing to say, this is indeed a possibility.

  He thinks that his ability is not bad, and being able to control these believers who do anything to achieve their desires can also illustrate this point.

   So here comes the problem.

  Will he be willing to sacrifice himself and call on the gods?

the answer is negative.

   "I'm leaving, who will preside over the ceremony?"

  Father restrained his thoughts and clasped his hands together.

  Now, he must find a solution to the problem in a short time, otherwise, these "materials" collected with great difficulty will be completely wasted.

  Not only that, such a failure without any actual response will also greatly affect the enthusiasm of the congregants, causing the next search to not be as hard-fought—and there may not be a next time.

"Damn it"

  Father racked his brains, but he couldn't come up with a solution.

   This ritual was not created by him after all, and he is not very clear about the internal details, and what he has learned and used cannot be used here

  Suddenly, when the priest turned his eyes back to the people below, he suddenly had an inspiration in his heart.

  He raised his head slightly, and put on a kind smile all over his face.

  "Compatriots, I feel that my lord is trying to answer our call, but right now, our voice is still not loud enough to help my lord break free from the barriers set by the rest of the gods."

   “He needs our help!”

  Hearing the priest's words, the first to raise their heads were the most loyal members of the church who believed in the Lord of Pleasure.

"what should we do?"

  Father pointed to the base of the statue: "Kneel and sit there."

  Someone hesitated for a while, and then walked forward, but the priest shook his head: "You guys, come up together, there is strength in numbers."

  The rest didn't hesitate much.

   After all, they had a head start, and with faith in their heads, they didn't even say a word of refutation.

   "Is there anyone else who is willing to help the Lord?" The priest's tone was unconsciously mixed with some strange tones, "Let me remind you first that no **** will be stingy with giving rewards to ordinary people."

  The words full of temptation once again made a large number of people stand up.

  They gathered under the statue, fanatical like loaded cannonballs, which might explode at any time.

  The priest was finally satisfied when he saw that there were only a few people left.

"So."

  Father opened his hands again.

  Since the quality is not enough, use the quantity to make up!

  In fact, the desire to dominate more or less exists in everyone's mind.

  For example, one's own desire to control his girlfriend and boyfriend is one of them; it is also one of them to dominate the fate of children as a parent.

  In fact, these desires can be regarded as masters, but the goals are not so lofty, ordinary, and easy to satisfy, so they can't afford too many desires and can't be sustained.

  However, with so many people added together, plus the already good foundation, then, it should be almost enough.

  The priest opened and closed his chapped lips lightly, and sang that weird ballad again.

  As he chanted, the eyes of the joyful believers who were kneeling at the feet of the statue suddenly became bloodshot.

  Pain starts from the brain and spreads to every inch of the body.

  —Their souls are being pulled away!

"Ah ah ah ah ah-"

  They scratched their cheeks, and the shrill screams covered one after another, and the piercing sound almost made the statue start to shake.

  However, facing such a scene that looked like **** on earth, the priest's face was as flat as a pool of stagnant water.

  He didn't care about the believers who were sacrificed, but just looked at the empty eyes of the **** statue silently.

  The next moment, the eyes of the idol finally lit up.

  Although its luster is dim, flickering, and it seems that it may go out at any time, but after all, it is lit up.

   "Lord! My Lord! Please go down to the earth and see your believers!"

  Father shouted hoarsely.

  In an instant, the surging light above the statue suddenly froze, as if even time stopped flowing in front of the coming god.

   "Ka—"

  With the sound of cracking, the brilliance on the idol finally shined again, but this time, the light did not flow in the blood vessels, but seeped out from the cracked gap.

  The initial light bloomed on the dorsum of the feet, but after only one breath, more and more cracking sounds sounded quietly, almost overwhelming the mournful voices of the believers.

  When a certain moment is reached, the crackling stops.

  The next moment, it was as if the light of a thousand suns descended on the church. The surging power made the priest unable to stand any longer, and fell to his knees with a plop.

  In the white world, the concept of time seems to be blurred.

  Father didn't know how long he had been kneeling.

   But when he opened his eyes, none of this mattered anymore.

  In front of his eyes, apart from the fragments of the idol and the humans who fell into madness and began to bite each other, he saw nothing else.

   Could it be

Failed?

   "Are you looking for this?"

  A slightly immature voice came from the door.

  Father turned around abruptly, looking at the boy who suddenly appeared.

  —or rather, looking at the stone in his hand.

   "My Lord! My Lord! My Lord!"

  Feeling the burning heat in his chest, the priest shouted hoarsely: "Give me back my lord!"

  The boy shook his head and folded his palms together: "Give it back to you? It seems that it belongs to me."

   "Kill you! Kill you!"

  The priest turned his head and shouted with red eyes, "Go! Kill him!"

  Those who were biting stopped their movements because of the high-intensity sound.

  They looked back with the few remaining instincts.

  The next second, they moved like a walking corpse with a hideous face.

  Because there is something more attractive to them.

  Lynn was surprised: "It seems that we are surrounded."

  He tilted his head slightly: "What should we do in this situation?"

  The moment the voice fell, behind Lynn, the large shadow seemed to be given life, and walked down the wall.

  They lowered their heads, as if apologizing for not being able to respond accordingly.

"Ok."

   Lynn shrugged: "Well, let's say so in tomorrow's [Rheinische Zeitung]."

  "In the early hours of last night, a church that had been in disrepair suddenly caught fire. After special investigation, it was discovered that the cause of the fire was a certain cult sect hiding in it and holding an evil ceremony. After the final judgment, the person who participated in this evil ceremony was identified."

  “—collective self-immolation, no survivors.”

  (end of this chapter)

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