The moment I saw the door.

Players are already considering how much it can be sold after breaking this door into a few dollars.

Barna and Pilater didn't know what the players were thinking.

They walked to the front door and placed their palms on the groove on the door, left and right.

The dragon head on the door rotates in the direction of the player.

The dragon's eyes lit up.

"Click—" the door opened to the inside.

The door is brightly lit.

It looks like a hall in a church.

The light casts a shady shadow in the dim hall through the stained glass window.

Rows of chairs were neatly arranged under the platform, filled with mysterious people wearing white masks. On the platform was an iron bed, and a naked girl lay on it. A clergyman in red clothes and head and crown were standing in front of the iron bed. He was holding a gospel in his hand, muttering in his mouth that he was muttering something.

The door opened did not attract the attention of everyone in the hall. The Cardinal on the high platform just looked up and continued to chant the contents of the Gospels.

Barna turned around and made a gesture of silence at the players, with a serious expression.

Although the players were curious, in order to complete the task smoothly, they could only close their mouths and silently wait for the development of the situation.

After a while, the Cardinal's chanting became louder and louder, and the mysterious people wearing white masks also straightened their backs, as if they were following the Cardinal's incitement and their emotions reached orgasm.

Just when the players thought the Cardinal was going to launch some awesome magic trick, the chanting came to an abrupt end, and he took out a knife from the sacrificial robe in his arms.

Then, like killing a chicken, he stabbed towards the girl on the iron bed.

This scene made the players' eyes split and they could hardly help but rush up to save the girl.

However, the next moment, I was poured cold water by the words of not doing human affairs.

[Don't be impulsive, that Asian man is dead. Haven't you noticed that you can't see the blood strip? The best way to avenge now is to lie down and gain the trust of this broken winter organization, and then settle the accounts in the autumn]

The words woke up the dreamer. The players forced themselves to calm down again and used the identification technique to repeatedly confirm that the sub-elf who was bleeding from the cardinal on the iron bed was indeed dead.

"You guys are lucky today."

Barna smiled and whispered:

"This is the transformation ceremony of our Winter Breaking Organization. I have never seen it a few times. If you work hard, you may become one of those people wearing white masks in the future."

While speaking, the Cardinal had already sipped a bowl of blood and had a drunken look on his face. During this process, the blood of the Asian girl dripped along the iron bed into the silver basin below.

There was a sound of swallowing and spitting around.

The True Lord of the Slutty Fish and Hunben only feels cold on his spine.

He glanced around with his eyes, and saw that the mysterious people wearing white masks were all staring at the Cardinal with fanatical and longing, or rather, what they longed for was actually the bowl of blood.

The protagonist of today's transformation ceremony was obviously not the cardinal. After he drank the first bowl of blood, his cold eyes seemed to have a trace of blood. Then he raised his knife and cut the arteries of the girl's limbs. More blood flowed out and gathered into the silver basin. The smell of blood gradually spread in the hall.ъìＱυＧΕt�.℃ǒΜ

This process lasted for about half an hour.

Everyone was waiting silently.

Until the blood on the iron bed coagulated, no drop of blood dripped into the silver basin.

The Cardinal lifted up the silver basin containing half a pot of Asian blood. The blood inside was bright red, as gorgeous as a rose, just like a life that had been lost by a Asian girl.

He placed the silver basin on the iron bed.

Then he took out a bunch of bottles and jars from his arms, and seemed messy and actually added various alchemy reagents to the silver basin in a very organized manner until the blood in the silver basin became black like late at night, emitting an unpleasant smell.

"The potion required for the transformation ceremony has been prepared." Barna smiled sinisterly, "The birth of a Templar requires more than one transformation ceremony, but the most rituals experienced, the greater the probability of the transformation success. Of course, there are also successful transformations in one go. This shows that he has a very good match for the blood of this group of submen and has a high absorption level... You see, it is about to start..."

The Cardinal took out something similar to a needle tube, but compared to the needle tube in modern society, this needle tube can be said to be a huge thing, as thick as an adult's arm, the needle is like a razor, and it is stained with blood. Perhaps it is more appropriate to call it a killing weapon.

At this time, a mysterious man wearing a white mask had already arrived in front of the Cardinal.

I can't see it while sitting.

Now the mysterious man has fully revealed his body.

Only then did the players realize that this mysterious man was extremely tall.

In the continent of Kane, being strong and tall means having good resources to base.

It can be seen that even if these mysterious people are not from noble births, they are at least worried about food and clothing.

"Boy, are you ready?"

This is the first time that players have heard the Cardinal speak humanly since entering the hall.

It's not as hoarse and unpleasant as imagined as the demon.

Instead, he is as gentle as a kind father.

But a comparison of such a voice with the bishop's cold eyes and the bloody and evil surroundings seems absurd and disgusting.

"Sir, I'm ready."

The mysterious man's voice is very young, with a faint sense of excitement and fanaticism.

Players can almost imagine.

The white mask should be the face of a pretty boy.

"Very well, my child."

The cardinal smiled and stared at the boy in front of him, turned around, then grabbed the syringe and stabbed it hard into the spine behind the boy.

“Uhhhhhhhh!”

The severe pain made the boy wail hoarsely.

The veins of the hands burst out, and two blood marks appeared on the claws on the armor.

But he tried his best to prevent his body from moving.

Because now, he is receiving God's gift.

After a while, the ceremony ended.

All the prepared blood has been injected into the teenager's spine.

He knelt on the ground weakly, panting.

My whole body was sweating like rain, as if I had just been fished out of the water.

"Sir, I did..."

He shouted weakly, like a child seeking credit from his father.

"Yes, Forland, you did it. You are a very talented child." The Cardinal gently touched the boy's head, and a hint of joy suddenly burst out in his eyes. He exclaimed: "I have already felt the grace of God thriving in your body!"

It seems to be in response to the bishop's expectations.

The boy pinched his neck and made a strange "hoho" sound from his mouth. He lay on the ground, his limbs twisted back together strangely, and began to twitch violently.
Chapter completed!