Olovia was shocked to hear the 'rib of death', and her mouth grew up and she didn't know how to answer, but she still tried her best to keep herself calm, and looked at Thomas and Resley's expectant eyes, she said, "I don't think we can answer your questions here, I hope I can get a promise so that I can tell you the truth." ”

Olovia's betrayal in front of Thomas and Resley makes them both a little anxious, but it doesn't make sense to think about it, as a life-saving message is changed and no one will easily reveal it.

"Okay, I promise, I can guarantee your personal safety, and if I find out that you are trying to do wrong, I also guarantee that you and everyone will be punished as they deserve." Thomas said.

"No, sir, I want to receive the promise that the angels have given us, not you...... Mr. Olovia looked at Affie Miller.

Thomas gave Alfimüller a look and asked him to promise her.

"What kind of commitment do you need?"

"I need you and your companions please don't hurt us, and we also promise that we will not hide from each other and not hurt each other, and we hope to get your promise."

Alfi Miller thought for a moment, Thomas nodded slightly to him, and he inserted the sword back into the scabbard, "I promise that if you and your people have any actions or evil thoughts, I will not hesitate. ”

"I pledge to the honor of Herbert's ancestors and family." Olovia raised her hand and swore, and she stood up, "Okay, I'm going to the safe house, please come with me, where I'll answer your questions." ”

Olovia made a gesture of please, and Affie Miller sank into Thomas's shadow again, Thomas re-lit a cigarette and walked past the two security guards, the man's face was permanently damaged by the relic's cross, Thomas took out his pocket again, and threw a key to the bald security guard, "Please help me return the car, thank you." ”

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The church reverberated with the melodious singing of "Ode to the Glory of the Holy Trinity", and the young men and women in holy white robes on the rostrum sang the hymn earnestly and devotedly, each of them was full of passion and reverence for Christ Jesus, and in the middle of the altar set up a crucifix, giving admonition and warning to those who looked up to him below, and Hesman sat in the empty church and looked at the crucifix on the cross with gloomy eyes. The teachings of the Orthodox Church, such as all the teachings, are just imaginary expressions for people to walk in the desert of history in anguish and dispel their doubts, and they are just excuses for giving comfort to the heart.

He often came to this church to listen to the teachings and lectures of Christ, not because he believed, but to quiet himself, he knew that when he stepped out of the door of the church, he would become another person, a busy man, a man who obeyed his mission, accompanied only by blood and violence, and here was the only place where he did not have noise and blood.

And today he doesn't know how to face everything that happened, he hesitates, he is suspicious, confused and angry, he needs answers here, this is the first time he wants to find answers through here, not for anything else, for those dead comrades, although some of them are still unknown to him, but he still respects those fearless warriors in his bones, and he wants to seek justice for them.

The melodious singing stopped, but he did not get out of his thoughts, until in the distance came a gray-haired priest with a contoured and wrinkled face, and everyone should be in awe of him, not only for his age but for his kind and calm demeanor, and Hesman had known Father Martins for many years, and he was a frequent visitor here who confided in Martins as his only friend.

Some people say that he has killed too much and needs to come here to wash away his sins, and his remarks are from the inside with scorn and disdain, all the killings in his life have a purpose, at least this is what he has done, he has never been in the confessional, and he will be the same in the future, he does not think that the priest can help him find the end of his spiritual world, and after meeting Father Martins by chance, they become friends, a friend who confides in his inner secrets, and he often thinks that this confession is contradictory to his profession, He also knows that this contradiction is dangerous, and he does not know how to choose his life.

Hesman is not married, he does not need solace from his other half, and he does not need children to inherit his blood, if there is really hell after death, then he must be the guest there, and the priest does not have the slightest disgust and rejection of this special friend, and he is special because Hesman does not believe in God or Jesus, but he is still a person who often comes to the church to listen to the hadiths, and he does not pray for repentance but comes to join in the fun of the spectators in his life, and he is very happy to receive him, and may also think that Hesman is hopefulSharing with him the fruits of faith is also a great joy for the priest.

"Hello, my friend, Mr. Heathman, it's a pleasure to see you here." Dressed in a black robe, Father Martins held a string of beads on his abdomen in both hands, and walked towards Hesman with very neat silver hair and a smile on his face, who raised his soulless eyes and looked at the red-glowing and kind priest in front of him.

"Yes, Father, I ......" Father Martins felt strange when he wanted to speak, which made Father Martins feel strange, and he had the impression that Heathman had absolutely no hesitation, and his vigorous and hard-core style was stopped today.

"Hesman, today is particularly sluggish, your eyes are full of confusion and confusion, what happened?" Father Martins walked over to Hesman and sat down slowly, instead staring at the cross ahead.

"Yes, because something happened...... "Heathman's voice was as if he had lost his soul, his tone stiff and lifeless.

"Oh? Can you tell me about it, I hope I can help you. ”

Heathman was silent, his head bowed, not knowing whether to drag it all out, he didn't want Martins to think he was a delusional person, a deranged madman.

"Father, I want to know, do you think there really are demons in the world?" Heathman put it another way, which was not new to Martins, for many people had asked him the same question, and the priest had told him many times.

Martins chuckled, "Yes, my child, don't demons exist in your heart?" Violence and killing will not calm you, they will turn you further and further away from the path of salvation until you devour the last bit of humanity and descend into an endless hell. ”

Heathman nodded, he didn't refute Father Martins' assessment of him, but it wasn't the answer he wanted, "Yes, thank you for your many years of teaching, but it's not the answer I wanted, because ...... Because I didn't want a conscious answer, but ...... "Heathman spread his hands," I wanted to ask, have you ever seen a real demon. ”

"Heathman, I don't know what you're going to say." Martins couldn't understand what Heathman was trying to say, and he didn't know whether the word demon he was referring to was a noun or an adjective.

"Let's put it this way, Father, I have encountered something incredible in my latest operation, and I believe that there is evidence that it is a demon. I would like to ask, I need a professional answer, can you give it to me? Heathman didn't want to go around in circles with Martins anymore, and he said to Martins without reservation.

"Oh God." Martins was obviously taken aback by Hesman's words, he didn't know how to answer his question, and Martins looked at Hesman's eyes with a look of suspicion. Father Martins knew Hesman, he was tough, crisp, and would never make such a boring joke, and he knew that what came out of Hesman's mouth was certainly not a casual one.

"Believe me, priest, I have evidence, it's just that it's not convenient to show you at the moment, when the time comes, I will, I want you to show me the way." Heathman's resolute demeanor.

To make Martins feel that the situation is not so simple, he really needs a professional person to guide him, Martins was silent he looked up and thought, and then, getting up from a small door leading to the office of the church, soon Father Martins came over, his steps were no longer as steady as before, but a little hurried, and he handed Hesman a note.

Heathman took the note with the name and address of a man named Mercer, and Father Martins said, "Mercer, you can go and find him, maybe he should be able to help you, he has some study of the supernatural and theology." ”

Father Martins stopped Hesman again and said: "Hesman, you should not break some evil taboos, since God has let you have this calamity, I believe there is a certain intention, implying that you should not continue on your current path, you should choose your path again, you need to deeply repent of the sins you have committed." ”

Heathman put away the note and nodded to Martins, "Thank you, Father. ”

The priest handed the beads in his hand to Hesman, and Hesman looked at the beads in his hand, the wooden beads had been darkened after a long time of rubbing, and the crucifix was beautifully carved, and the words were engraved on the left and right sides of the cross, and the words were still concave and convex to the touch, and the words were written on one side: "Father, forgive them for their sins." On the other side it reads, "Father, I commit my soul into your hands". Heathman looked at the cross, nodded, put the string of beads in the inside pocket of his garment, said nothing, and turned away.

Martins looked at Hesman's broad back, a strong and powerful physique that had survived the slaughter of his life, without any family, without any ties, giving all his money to the church and orphan welfare groups, and a trace of goodness burning in the darkness in his conflicted life, Father Martins crossed his chest and prayed silently.

Its crimson pupils exuded the breath of death, and countless ghostly hands stretched out from it, sucking anyone who looked at it, and forever soaked in a bloody hell, only to flee farther and farther away, never daring to look back at it again.

Red blood dripped down the fangs in his mouth, dripping on his lips that were already stained with blood, and the thick blood could no longer withstand the accumulation of more blood, flowing from the corners of his mouth to his chin, falling drop by drop to the ground, the corners of his mouth provoking him to laugh, laughing at those who were frightened by his strength, chilling laughter echoed in the sky, forcing those who wanted to rebel against him into a corner and shivering, waiting to be mercilessly fished, the whole scene would surround my whole life, his shadow was the brother of the nightmare, Let those who survived helplessly flee helplessly, without stopping for a moment, until I could no longer stand on my heavy legs, I could no longer escape, leaning on the slightly trembling wall, bowing my head and admitting that I could not do anything, watching his icy hands on my body, fingernails scratching my fragile skin, blood oozing from the cracks in my skin, condensing in the cold air, the vicious fangs slowly approaching my neck, I was waiting for the final judgment.

"Neo......, Neo ......" He opened his heavy eyelids, and in the haze he saw a man calling out to him in front of him, Neo also felt the moistness in the corners of his eyes and the clammy itch on his cheeks, he wiped the tears on his face with the back of his hand, and had a nightmare.

Willstein looked at him with concern, he looked up at his father's wrinkled face, "Father, we ......", he was about to lift the sore body, Willstein's wide and heavy palms supported his chest, signaling him not to get up, Neo looked at Willstein's red eyes, he had been with him for a long time.

"I see, my child, I heard everything Ryman said, and you behaved well and strong."

"I mean......"

"I know, Neo, I know, you have to take care of your body now, you are too weak now." Willstein could no longer hide the sadness in his heart, and all the emotions were written on his face.

"No, father, I'm fine." Neo still struggled to sit up, Willstein looked at the stubborn Neo, he didn't try to force him, he put a pillow on his back, and handed over a glass of water.

"I think you need to drink some water first." Neo took the glass and drank it down, then held it in his hand.

"Father, I want to know, why?" Neo asked in a frail tone.

"What? What why? ”

"I want to know what kind of opponent we're up against."

"This ......," he didn't know where to start, "I think you should know more about our history." ”

"Father, you should tell us more, our family affairs, if not, Philip ......"

Welstein sighed, took the cup from his hand, and placed it on the table, "Philip will not die in vain, we will definitely get justice for him, I promise that it will not take too long, and soon let them know what stupid thing they have done." ”

"Who is our opponent?" Neo asked again, looking at Willstein hoping for an answer that would satisfy him.