Greentown's West End, a baselis-domed church hidden inside a ghetto.

A few gray flags with shattered wings like demons were planted in the semicircular white stone doors of the church, hunting in the night breeze.

In the cold moonlight, the pattern on the banner was already blurred, but the shadows were like hideous demons waving their claws when the wind blew.

Enter the church.

In the dark, the hall is lit up by the dim glow of warm candles and torches, but the lack of light makes the church very dim.

Looking around the church through the faint light.

The black walls are painted in a creepy blood-red pattern, the demons of hell devouring humanity, the demons of the abyss tearing the earth apart, and destruction and death pass through the walls to everyone who stops and gazes.

Dark and terrifying.

Such an environment is enough for normal humans to turn around and flee.

But tonight, it's different.

"When darkness comes, the whole world will sink at the feet of the tyrannical monarch, and everything will be destroyed, and only the tyrannical god-king, who believes in the eternal god-king, will be liberated from death.

Great tyrannical god, your humble and loyal believers sacrifice the most delicious souls to you! ”

A priest in a black cloak knelt in the center of the church and prayed aloud in an eerie, piercing tone.

A broad cloak enveloped the priest's entire face, and the unreadable face was hidden in the shadows, with only the high hooked nose exposed.

On the black altar in front of him, a scarred figure lay unconscious, apparently the sacrifice from the mouth of the priest hidden in the shadows.

More than twenty fanatical, linen-robed humans chanted along with each other.

"Great tyrannical god, your humble and loyal believers sacrifice the most delicious soul to you~"

Kneel down in unison.

The gloomy priest in the center began to whisper an obscure and long incantation.

“ol...... rf...... cq...... f...... xy...... rv......”

Abyssal blasphemy.

Humans who are not determined will fall into mental hallucinations after hearing the profanity of the abyss, and will eventually be frightened to death by horrific hallucinations.

Such evil language can only be used by the followers of the demons and evil gods of the abyss.

After the black-robed priest finished reciting the incantation, the air slowly sank into an indescribable solemnity.

There was no sound in the entire church, everyone was looking at the altar in front of them, except for the sound of hunting flags coming from outside the church.

Just as the priest in the center was about to get up in extreme disappointment, an indescribable terrifying coercion appeared.

The light in the dim church was even more dim at this moment, and the light could no longer reach the altar at this moment.

Above the altar, a cold sight peeked through the shadows and darkness enveloped everyone in fear.

It's as if there's an unspeakable horror watching here.

A gaze from the abyss.

Fear rises in the hearts of all.

The scarred human was reduced to ashes inch by inch on the altar as he panicked in the church.

It's like burning clean wood that disappears when blown by the wind.

It was terrifying and cruel, everyone lowered their heads and didn't dare to look directly, only the black-robed priest in the center was excited in his heart.

Praise be to you, great tyrannical god, your lowly believers who have finally received your gaze!

After the sacrifice was gone, the majestic gaze scanned the church, and everyone felt cold when they were watched, and their legs were unconsciously paralyzed, as if a dragon had opened its bloody mouth in front of them.

After glancing around, his gaze lingered on the priest in the center.

Brush~

A dark cloud of energy like smoke billowed up from the altar.

Before anyone could react, they entered the body of the black-robed priest in the center.

At the same time, that cold gaze vanished.

Everyone in the church seemed to have surfaced after drowning and began to breathe heavily, their eyes full of horror.

The cloaked priest's eyes widened sharply at this moment, and the hoarse voice in his mouth carried a thick surprise.

"I'm level 15!! Praise the tyrannical god!! ”

When the surrounding crowd heard this, they immediately looked at him with envy on their faces.

This is the second level 15 of the Evening Bell Church, and they are going to rise!!

They will surely spread the glory of the tyrannical god to Green City!!

Those hypocritical gods, those abominable heresies, will surely be reduced to ashes by the light of our gods.

They had just felt the power of God, and they were full of confidence at the moment.

No one can resist under the majesty of a tyrannical god, who is the only eternal being!

Stanley stood up, feeling the explosive power in his body, his blood boiling.

He's finally at level 15!!

Praise the tyrannical god!!

The shadow hides the eyes in the cloak with darkness and bloodlust, the Church of the Evening Bell will eventually rise, and the god of tyranny is the true god!!

A sacrifice hidden in the shadows was quietly completed without anyone noticing.

Green City has one more level 15 existence without anyone knowing.

"Lord Stanley, Bishop, please come and ......"

After the ritual ceremony, a priest, also hidden under a cloak, approached Stanley and said in a respectful tone.

Stanley nodded, turned his head to look at the crowd around him, and said lightly.

"Hide the church after leaving, and don't expose anyone when the Evening Bell Church doesn't reveal its identity.

The twilight of the gods is coming.

Only the gods of the Endless Abyss are the masters of this world! ”

The priests below "Yes, Lord Stanley" bowed one after another, their faces excited as if they had achieved the ideal of a lifetime.

Stanley's dark eyes flashed a little blue under the cloak, and he turned to the believers who had just left, leaving only traces of cleaning.

The West End is the slum of Greentown, where more than 600,000 poor people live in this cramped urban area.

Crime, violence, gambling, sensuality, this land is a paradise for crime.

Every day new corpses float in the sewers, and some of these corpses may have died of murder, or of a sacrifice of an evil god, or by the evil spell of some necromancer, and no one can tell the cause of their death.

This is a sinful land for which all evil gods rejoice.

The nobles of Green City don't seem to care about this land, and the lord of the city once sent troops to clean the area, but it will not take long to return to its original state.

Sin has taken root here, and the land is rotten to the bone.

Because of this, the chaotic and evil Southern District has become the first choice of countless underground forces.

Cultists of evil gods, gangs of gangs, exiled criminals, hunted heretics, and all kinds of evil imaginable by ordinary people will exist here.

Stanley's followers led the way out of the church, and weaved through the darkness, the cold moonlight seemed to dim as it shone on the land.

The dense trail is like twine, which cannot find the end and is often not clear.

They even witnessed a brutal murder as they passed a small road, but they ignored it.

Half a day later, in front of a luxurious manor, the guide, whose face was also hidden under the cloak and whose face was not clear, stopped.

"Lord Stanley, Lord Bishop is inside, please."