Chapter 330 "Worm" and "Hope"

The second mountain and sea.

Qazi City.

In a dark private house.

Humid and musty air spread all around.

A little sunlight shines in through the narrow wooden window.

The whole room looks like a prison cell.

It gives people an extremely depressing feeling.

There is a square table in the center of the room, with four pairs of eyes reflecting the dim light.

They were four men in black robes who exuded a gloomy aura. They were all different in height, short, fat and thin.

They were silent to each other, as if waiting for something, making the atmosphere in the room more solemn.

At this moment, with a creaking groan, the old wooden door of the house was pushed open.

A middle-aged man wearing the attire of a missionary from the Glorious Church walked in with a gloomy face.

The four pairs of eyes in the room all looked at the middle-aged missionary.

"It's so noisy outside, what's going on?" A man in black robe asked. Surprisingly, it was a very young female voice, which sounded like she was only about seventeen or eighteen years old, and her code name among several people was also "Girl".

The missionary walked to the square table, pointed to a location on the map and said, "The church's convoy has arrived at the north gate of Qazi City."

"So that imperial "Saint" has also arrived in Kaz City?"

"Yes," the "preacher" paused, describing the scene he arrived at, "sitting on a holy throne dragged by a hundred people, accompanied by saints from the corrupt church..."

"Have these rotten church leaders completely turned into pig brains?!" A tall, thin man in black robes punched the wooden table hard, directly corroding a fist mark on the surface of the table. His voice was filled with laughter.

Hidden with anger, there was a faint sound of metal armor clashing under the black robe - "Warrior" was his code name.

"He actually admitted that the imperial man who had a blood feud with our glorious people became a saint! He even arranged for him to travel around quickly and show off his power!"

"This isn't the first time, is it?" An old and hoarse female voice came from the mouth of the third black robe, with a rickety body, haggard bark-like skin looming under the black robe, and the twisted hand in her hand.

The cane made this old woman look like the rumored evil witch.

And to some extent, this is indeed the case.

"The greedy nobles, the corrupt church, the merciless light..." "The Witch" sneered in her sharp and chilling voice, "Destruction is coming, and the end for us is right in front of us!"

"Not all nobles are greedy," the "poet" of the fourth black-robed man sighed and tried to argue, but in the end he could not go on and could only change his words.

"The guards who were supposed to protect the civilians took to the streets and arrested civilians everywhere. The church that was supposed to lead everyone towards the light was the ultimate driver of all this, as well as the god who sat high in the sky...

Ten thousand sacrifices, how ridiculous! I have never seen such a crazy scene in the epic of our glorious people..."

The poet turned to look out the window and sighed, "Are even the gods crazy?"

"At least we still have a chance to obtain "salvation," right?" the "girl" said with a smile. Although her face was covered by a black robe, her eyes were full of hope.

"As long as we can kill that imperial man, that so-called "saint", millions of our compatriots can be saved. As long as we can pass on our wishes to the gods, even if the "lord of glory" does not want to accept it, we can

There is not only one person who is high in the sky, we have other choices... I believe everything can change!"

The "girl's" words were like a spark, igniting some kind of inexplicable flame.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly changed from solemn to extremely weird, like a sticky swamp with green bubbles bubbling, gurgling and stinking.

The "Warrior"'s eyes were full of bloodthirsty desire. He licked his lips, "Yes, as long as you can kill that Imperial man! Everything will be fine. If it's not enough, then kill more! Only blood

And war is eternity!”

"The head of a saint in the world can be used to perform witchcraft, and it can have a better effect than ordinary media." "Witch" let out a jealous laugh, "If we can kill him, after his tragic death

In the cry, the bells of destruction will surely go further."

"The evil sacrifice, the evil dragon disguised as a saint on earth, and the brave man who slays the dragon, this is simply an epic unfolding," a blush appeared on the face of the thin "poet", "and I will play the role of rescuer

Author, write this legendary scene!"

"Everyone, this is the end of the preaching time," the "Preacher" said in his gloomy voice, "Our Lord's favor should only belong to our glorious people, not to a mere humble imperial man...

"

"The imperial "saint" is about to enter the city. According to the church's arrangements, he will not stay in the city for too long. He will leave soon after showing the "miracle". If we want to take action, we will do it right away.

Hurry up."

The "missionary"'s eyes swept over the four people in front of him.

They are all members of an organization called the "Salvation Society".

"Miss "Girl"," the "Poet" turned to look at "Girl" with an aristocratic smile on his face, "I don't know if you are ready. That person is a human being who has been favored by the "Lord of Glory".

The Saint can mobilize endless power of brilliance. If we cannot restrain him, we will not write legends, but become clowns participating in tragedy."

"Everyone, rest assured, 'as long as hope is stored in our hearts, we will be invincible.' The great one I worship has already given 'hope'..."

The "girl" smiled and took out a delicate small wooden box from the pocket on her waist. She opened the lock with two clicks, revealing the twisted things contained in the box -

The bright silver skin shrinks layer by layer, forming strange folds with permeable patterns. Under the wrinkled skin, a fat body is filled, and the body segments fit together and squirm - "worms".

The moment the worm appeared, in this small room, the gray-white silence began to spread at an alarming speed.

Distorted phenomena of black and white snowflakes appeared in all directions.

An extreme malice came from everywhere.

The bodies of those present were instantly tense.

There was a snap.

The "girl" gently closed the wooden box, and after that, the strange phenomena around her slowly disappeared.

The other four people looked at the wooden box in the girl's hand with some fear. She only opened the wooden box for a moment, but it caused such a serious distortion. What if it had been opened longer?

I'm afraid it will attract the rampage of the laws of this world and the eyes of the gods.
Chapter completed!