At 12:30 a.m., in a dark house in the city of Morsa.

"Let the radiance of the angels walk among men as it walks in heaven. ....... Walk through the way of Ebosil, strip off our hair, strip off our skin, tear our flesh, drain our blood, tear off our bones, and see the true God....."

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! ......

In the dark room, Father Michael, shirtless, showed his terrifyingly strong upper body, knelt down in front of the statue of the cross, closed his eyes, silently reciting the scriptures of the heavenly nerves.

And, with each reciting a sentence, he would swing a leather whip with a sharp patch from front to back, causing it to slap his back, leaving a blur of flesh and blood.

He didn't resist the pain in any way, he just resisted it so hard. But his face remained fanatically reverent, without the slightest wavering.

Moreover, what makes people even more terrifying and weird is that it seems that with each stroke, the fanatical pious look on his face will become more and more aggravated. What should have been a peaceful and serene prayer is now extremely bloody and terrifying.

Chirping!

Just then, a slender figure suddenly pushed open the door and walked in, interrupting Father Michael's prayer. Father Michael immediately opened his eyes, and although he did not speak, his slightly furrowed brow and cold gaze showed that he was not happy.

However, the man apparently did not care, and in a frivolous and casual tone, he said loudly: "Ahh However, it's too late. The carrier pigeon has sent a message, in addition to telling us clues. We were also informed that they were about to get started. ”

Although the man apologized, there was not the slightest hint of sincere apology in his voice, which made Michael's brow furrow tighter, and the look of dissatisfaction in his eyes deepened.

Michael said coldly and dissatisfiedly: "No matter when, where, or what happens that interrupts the prayer to the gods, you must apologize to the gods before you speak, and sincerely ask for his forgiveness." Otherwise, it would be a great disrespect to the gods. Such people will be punished! Andy, you're no exception! ”

At first, he just stared at the Statue of the Cross. But at last, he suddenly turned his head and shouted angrily at the frivolous figure standing in the doorway. His expression did not have the slightest piety and peace just now, but was more like being enraged by a beast, hideous and terrifying.

However, the man obviously didn't care about Michael's anger at all, and still said perfunctorily: "Hey, hey, got it, got it." However, before punishing me, should we first complete the task given to us by the gods? That's our most important task, isn't it? ”

These words obviously hit Father Michael's weakness, and his angry expression was instantly retracted. But his gaze was still as cold as ice, and his dissatisfied look still existed, only temporarily moved by this person's words.

"For the sake of you, while you're still a church warrior fighting for the gods, I'll write down this punishment for now. However, Andy, remember, the next time you dare to offend the gods, I will personally send you to hell, but accept the punishment you deserve. Father Michael stood up, stared at the voice at the door, and said coldly.

His expression was full of seriousness, and there was still no trace of falsehood in the coldness.

"Ah, whatever you want. When the time comes, I really want to see what hell is like. If you can do it, hell really exists. The man turned and walked out of the door again, waving his hand without looking back.

His voice was still soft, but he was serious. After saying that, he suddenly glanced back at Michael slightly before continuing to walk forward.

This cold gaze was deeply engraved into Father Michael's bright, cold eyes.

"Disrespectful...."

The room fell silent for a moment, except for the inaudible murmur of Father Michael.

At the same time, it was in the study again.

At this time, the electronic falsetto was talking to the deep and magnetic middle-aged and elderly male voice in the study through the brain computer.

The middle-aged and elderly figure sitting on the chair asked lightly: "Is there any news from the carrier pigeon?" ”

"Yes." However, I'm afraid that the Mad Dog has also gotten the news. ”

"Humph!" The figure snorted coldly and said, "It's inevitable. There is no difference between an ownerless carrier pigeon and a villain who only pursues profits. ”

The electronic falsetto said, "What instructions do you have?" ”

"Are the Knights of the Cathar ready?"

"Yes, just wait for your order."

"Then let's do it. We must find the Apocalypse before the mad dogs. The key to the revival of the gods must be in our own hands. ”

"Yes."

As the voice fell, contact was disconnected from the electronic falsetto.

In an instant, the study fell into a deep silence.

After a long time, the low and magnetic middle-aged and elderly male voice spoke softly.

"God, I don't know who wins and who loses this time?"

At the same time, the unknown army on the outskirts of Morsa had marched to the edge of the city, just waiting for an order.