Cthulhu Believers Sneak Into My House, and The San Value Goes Crazy

"Bishop, the outside has been lost."

"Are we... going to retreat?"

Against the backdrop of dozens of colors, the other party looks very fresh.

The Archbishop instantly denied this blasphemous idea.

formidable strength.

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"What we have to do is to reassure our Lord of our faithfulness."5

'need……"

The Bitter Winter Church formed its current scale, naturally, not because of its slow development.

But blood and looting.

The wound on his left hand was still dripping with blood, but the other party didn't care at all.

The terrifying deterrence suddenly calmed everyone down.

"This is my tribute."

"The Lord God has really abandoned us?"

The handwriting at this moment is more like other evil god churches.

"In any case, the temple cannot be lost.

"Pfft!"

In the next second, a scene that shocked everyone happened.

These skeletons and corpses seemed to suddenly appear near the church.

Thinking of this, the spiritual world of some people finally collapsed...

No sign.

This scepter is also a sealed item.

The door was pulled open.

At this moment, the courage in their hearts began to crumble.

The bizarre performance of the archbishop made the already preoccupied believers even more uneasy.

He was covered in blood, like a beast that had just finished eating.

Pain makes him gradually "wake up"

"Die! 35

This is a cursed world.

The Archbishop stared at a few people and said in a low voice:

That's right.

Fresh blood was flowing, although his face was pale and sweat was on his forehead.

"The palace?

In order to compete for territory, the Cthulhu Church occasionally clashes.

"When we have distracted thoughts, our Lord will abandon us. 35

Therefore, under the influence of this terrible spirit, they began to become fearful.

"My lord, please forgive the guilty me."

so that...

The spiritual leader of everyone in the door went crazy.

They looked at each other.

Escaped.

Covered with paint all over.

They closed their mouths.

In their perception, the enemy outside is targeting the Church of Bitter Winter.

The Archbishop stood up from his chair, looked around, and said in a hoarse voice:

compared to the so-called alliance.

Without warning.

They set their sights on this land, the so-called human beings, in their eyes, are more like pigs and sheep kept in captivity.

The so-called Bitter Winter Divine Residence actually looks like an ape.

"Damn me! Damn me! 39

But I don't know when, the archbishop has turned around.

The Archbishop sighed silently.

They have firm beliefs.

Great waves.

When the eyes met, an answer was reached.

There are also countless evil gods' mansions.

erupting volcano.

Even, once surpassed the belief in Bitter Winter Divine Residence.

But finding the problem and solving the problem are two concepts.

The leader's palm has already touched the door handle.

People are scattered.

In the face of life and death, the so-called faith begins to become insignificant.

"The Archbishop is crazy!

"Twelve Demon Swords?

"What about the God of Bitter Winter? Why hasn't he protected us yet? Or is he afraid too? I...

"Those skeletons can't die at all, even if they are broken, they will still put them back together and stand up.

There is no real freedom.

'What the hell are those monsters?'

once they leave.

They know that if they continue to stay, there will be no turning point at all.

Team...

He gazed at the idol in front of him and said to himself:

It's not dye at all that is used to coat the corners of the mouth, but real blood.

Even the strongest person in the church, the archbishop, was completely out of his mind and gradually became crazy.

Before long, those monsters will invade the temple.

Even started to mutilate himself.

There's something wrong with those roars!

Another ice pick suddenly appeared, directly piercing the neck of the opener.

The roaring outside continued.

Then disaster can be avoided.

Especially the corners of the mouth, the scarlet is extremely scarlet, ordinary dyes, there is no such color at all.

When the blood splattered, some even splattered on the faces of the people around.

Looking at the nearby exit, a ray of hope flashed in the eyes of several people.

It's not good to bring.

"The coming of my lord needs sacrifices.""

But the archbishop seemed to feel no pain at all.

The roar outside the door was getting closer.

0.4 just opened a gap.

They sensed that the situation was going in a strange direction.

They kept groping for an exit.

"More offerings! 35

"To be able to form such a scale, isn't it a hostile force?"

Fear is like smoke, silently, along the gaps in the temple, contaminating everyone.

"Faith Shakers..."

This is a mind-boggling war.

He picked up the fingers scattered on the ground, held it tremblingly in front of the statue, and wept:

They looked back blankly.

He clenched his hands tightly, allowing his nails to pierce into his palms.

The archbishop's eyes turned red, and his neck collapsed with blood vessels twisted like earthworms.

As for a pair of pupils.

He turned to look at the statue of the god carved on the wall.

The archbishop has extraordinary strength and has an epic realm.

The other party is not affiliated with the alliance forces that used to be with justice.

They took a deep breath and tried to leave the temple as silently as possible.

However, the Archbishop, who was screaming loudly, raised his scepter and smashed it hard on his left hand.

But a dead end.

"Pfft!"

Moreover, it is not difficult to judge from the horror of those enemies.

Although his heart was numb, the Archbishop forced himself to calm down.

"..."

In just one click, the Archbishop's left hand was smashed.

The ice pick was incomparably sharp, and the internal organs and blood were scattered all over the ground along the fist-sized hole.

"..."

Like a tomato that fell to the ground, his head exploded and scattered all over the place.

The sharp sound seems to be able to pierce the body and hit the soul directly.

Before the believer could finish speaking, an ice pick directly hit his chest.

"Pfft!

"Or rose thorns?"

A trace of confusion flashed in the Archbishop's eyes:

There are too many enemies, and the archbishop can't guess for a while, which party is attacking the temple at this moment.

"It must be that we are not religious enough!"

The flesh and blood are naturally unable to resist the opponent's offensive.

I don't know why...

Human reason has long since disappeared, replaced by endless madness.

Some people have noticed the oddity....

"Do not!"

Five meters, four meters, three meters...

Otherwise, they would not have followed Bitter Winter Church to this day.

The hanging blood moon.

Grimace, fierce and vicious.

But with the flustered eyes and trembling legs, "Four Twenty" betrayed the complicated heart at the moment.