"All men are dull and cannot understand the gospel of our lord, O Most High Lord, you lowly believers wish to spread your great glory to mortals!"

In the dead silence of the prison, the dark fire flickered, the pungent smell of blood and the stench rose to the sky, and Warden Douglas Dillon fell to his knees, a black mirror enshrined on the table, and his crumpled old face was half fanatical and half dissatisfied.

There is no way, these mortals are so stupid and lazy that none of them can understand the gospel of the great Lord, damn it, damn it!

Opposite the evil mirror, the healing Hiss squinted his eyes, the other sacrifices were planning to sacrifice the destruction of a city or even a country to please the Supreme Lord, why was this sacrifice a little out of place, and all he thought about was preaching?

Isn't it too ostentatious to preach and preach to the Most High Lord?

Douglas knelt there in prayer for a moment, then sat back down at the table, spread out a piece of parchment, and took out a quill pen that he had with him, and where his ears were small, honeycomb-like eyes.

He stared obsessively at the open one eye of the evil mirror, listening to the crazy whispers that came from it, his facial expressions were rich, sometimes smiling, sometimes confused, sometimes crazy, sometimes forgetful, and one hand still frantically plucked the few Mediterranean Sea above his head from time to time.

At last he had a look of enlightenment on his face, and he chuckled under his breath as he wrote as he suddenly screamed in a rage, displeased that his inspiration had been interrupted and that he had run out of blood ink.

Running out in a hurry, he ran back with a basin of fresh blood, and continued to shout and write, to which Hiss looked at him with some curiosity, wanting to see what the strange priest was writing.

Scribbled blood characters are printed on parchment, the sentences are not smooth, all kinds of thinking jumps, a sentence even expresses dozens of meanings, Hiss frowned slightly, to be honest, he didn't understand, and there are a bunch of what my lord said and so on, what did I say this?

Having finished writing a piece of parchment, Douglas cautiously reached into his bosom, as if he were dealing with some holy object, and took out a book with the word Gospel written crookedly in blood.

He bound the latest piece of parchment into the Gospels, and with a contented expression on his face, he cried out to my lord, and stroked the cover with an expression of earthly bliss.

Looking at this blood-colored book, Hiss was shocked, there was a pure evil god power of the same origin as him wrapped around it, and he didn't give the power of the evil god to this book, right?

As for the evil god sacrifice, although it also has the power of the evil god and can bestow more inferior cannon fodder evil things, it is absolutely impossible to give such pure evil god power, just like the pyramid, the essence of the power of the evil god will only become weaker and weaker layer by layer.

Hiss, who had lost interest in the messy record of the sacrifice, regained interest, and the evil mirror trembled slightly, resonating with the power of the evil gods on the surface of the Gospels, and the book broke free from the arms of the sacrifice and floated up, page after page of windless automatic.

"My lord, my lord!"

Douglas immediately knelt down excitedly, the great Lord actually paid attention to his small believer sacrifice, this is the recognition of his gospel, what a gospel, how can he not be excited!

Bang bang, like hitting a bell, the flesh and blood on his forehead blurred, even revealing Sensen's skull, the force made Heath glance, don't really knock yourself to death.

After reading the Gospels in detail, Hiss's eyes flashed with a strange color, indeed, it was basically a mess of incomprehensible content, I don't know what to say, as if someone was talking nonsense, but it was these crazy words that could induce all kinds of evil powers.

This is the weapon of the evil god that is being conceived and perfected by itself, and it is also the weapon of the evil god that is extremely suitable for him, and it feels like it comes from the same origin and is one.

This sacrifice... It's a talent!

The Gospel stopped turning and fell, and Douglas, who was kowtowing and praying, raised his head suddenly, like a hungry tiger ready to attack, a hungry tiger pounced and hugged the Gospel.

"I agreed!"

After thinking for a few seconds, Hiss spoke through the evil mirror, and the invisible spiritual voice exploded in Douglas's ears.

Douglas's eyes widened, and his eyeballs were about to run out, and a backflip jumped, throwing out a piece of parchment in his hand, hurriedly recording something.

Oh, what a wonderful gospel, which our Lord has given him, and it is so much and so much that I will write it down.

Looking at Douglas, who had written a few more pieces of paper in just one sentence, Hiss glanced at the compound eyes that grew on his ears, was this his ability or a psychological problem? But it didn't matter, as long as it was useful.

Bound into the first few pages of the Gospel, Douglas took the Gospel into his arms again, picked up the evil mirror, and put a bloody robe on himself, and walked through the corpse-strewn prison where he went.

After a few days, a team of knights escorting recent recidivists arrived at the Black Mountain prison, only to find that there were no soldiers to check and hand over, and even the gorge pass was unguarded, which made them very puzzled, and finally broke into this unguarded loose prison.

As a result, what they saw was rotting and smelly corpses everywhere, from the rats to the prison officials, all of whom were killed inhumanely, which made them horrified, this is known as the most terrifying of the Gefen Empire and even famous in the whole continent, the Grim Reaper Prison known as the one that has never returned has been slaughtered, who did this?

As the news reached the upper echelons of the empire, the entire Gefen Empire fell into rumors for a while, not only among the nobles, but also among the people, and the nearby kingdoms and Grand Duchyes also talked about this strange thing with relish, and rumors were everywhere.

The most credible rumor is that it was the work of Douglas Dillon, the warden of the Black Mountain Prison and a retired knight, and it is said that his body was the only one found in the prison, and no one knows why he did so.

The main thing is that the Gaffel Empire also issued a wanted warrant for this dragon sword.

And Douglas, the center of the storm of this miracle, ran to some remote and small countries at the moment, reading the gospel with a smile and half a step, wearing a mysterious blood robe, spreading the gospel everywhere and looking for evangelicals.

Therefore, there are many horror legends left in many places, if someone knocks on the door in the middle of the night and asks you, 'Do you listen to the Gospel?', never open the door and don't make a sound, otherwise there will be a great terror.