The physiognomy is quite good when used in a crowded place, but it is inappropriate to use it at this time in a gathering full of religious fanaticism.

None of the pious who are willing to bow their heads and kowtow have opened their eyes.

They close their eyelids to feel the radiance of "either for the Father or for the Lord," and they even trust that the Lord will protect them from outside harm as they bow their heads.

No one can hurt themselves who are praying.

All conspiracies against the followers of Ayavan will be shattered in the eyes of the Lord.

Li Zhi saw several familiar figures in the crowd, including his father, who followed a large group of people to the center of the crowd, and finally stayed in the innermost human wall, unable to enter again.

It was a church, a church built above ground.

In all my previous memories, there was no such building, and a building like this built on the ground only appeared in dreams.

The others, who were relatively familiar, were all big names in the lord's house, and they had a special reception, as if they were going to the church to discuss the balance between secular power and theocracy.

It's going to be a long game.

Li Zhi circled behind Prit and fell to his knees, and it only took one lunge to hold him down.

[Dark dice: 23/50, successful, but not passed.] 】

When Li Zhi was about to make a move, the big lord who was connected with the church personnel glanced at the crowd, and he seemed to see a familiar figure, but the figure quickly fell to the ground again and did not get up again.

At this time, the clergy who connected with him was ready to give the lord a dismount at the signal from behind.

Turning his gaze back, the lord once again pulled at the clergyman, who had been used as a knife, and the figure that had disappeared before quickly disappeared from his thoughts.

As the group entered the church, the sound in the air gradually subsided, and it was only at the moment when the final door closed that the faint chant really ushered in the last character.

Only then did the kneeling people realize that the voice of their god was far away from them.

They raised their hands, and if anyone looked down from the tower of the church, he would find that the sea of people who were pleading was like a river of Lethe River—countless pairs of arms as thin as bone claws stretched out, struggling to grasp something.

The crowd began to riot.

"Go on! Their monopoly of wealth! They can't have a monopoly on our charism! ”

"I'm deaf in both ears! Give me back the Holy Voice! ”

It was as if there was an invisible circle dividing these poor people on the outside of the church, a pure land inside, and every crevice outside was crowded, and at the edge of the circle was a wall of flesh formed by a group of pilgrimages.

They screamed helplessly, as if everything they had had had just been taken away.

Resisting the aura of humanity made it impossible for them to enter the aperture even a step no matter how hard they tried, and even when some of the barbarians tried to break through the invisible barrier with their fists, there was a burning pain in their fists.

In fact, no one has a way to get into the circle.

"Silence!" There was a man with a sword in both hands, a giant sword about the length of his head, his hands resting on the counterweight ball at the end of the sword, the tip of which was inserted into the yellow mud below the steps.

"Our Lord is delivering his oracle! Be quiet! ”

His voice was extremely loud, but it sounded like it had been strengthened in some way, and either way, it was heard through every part of the crowd.

But there are still countless people who have come from far away, and even if the crowd around the circle does not make a commotion, no one can stop the people behind from talking.

[Psychoanalysis (Physics): 44/40]

Prit's voice was louder in the inner circle, which had obviously aroused the dissatisfaction of the others, and Li Zhi took this opportunity to come to the back of his neck.

[Brawl: 16/45] [1d3=1]

It's a pity that Prit, who fell into a temporary madness, is obviously not something that can be solved with a knife on the back of the neck, of course, it is also possible that Li Zhi is inexperienced and did not arrange him at once.

Although the palm knife was forcefully struck, it did not hit the right place, only a red mark on the back of the neck.

Prit's mental condition became more and more unstable under this palm, and he crouched down, and his mouth was like a mantra, "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I can think of a way...... Stop it...... Don't hurt them! ”

Silently summarizing the mistake just now, Li Zhi glanced at the red mark on the back of his neck, ready to make another shot.

At this time, an exclamation came from the periphery of the crowd:

"Oh my God! It's falling outside! ”

Many people moved like Li Zhi, looking outside.

The clouds are falling—not just the clouds, but the light is falling.

They are like powder spilled from the ceiling...... No, it is by no means on the scale of powder, they are like bands, or like a gentle cloth, gradually descending at a slow and touching pace.

The distant fall, followed by the nearer, is to be expected to be the turn of the church in the near future.

What's even more interesting is that the church is like a central point, and the circle radiating out from this is the center point of this place, and it begins to collapse from the periphery.

It won't be long before even the church falls.

The refugees who escaped from the darkness appeared unscathed, but Li Zhi had a vague sense that they might have lost something.

The people in the circle didn't seem to panic, especially the few priests standing on the steps, who scanned everyone in the crowd with their unstoppable gaze, and didn't seem to care about the fall of the light and clouds in the sky.

With that rather natural and happy look, Li Zhi almost thought that this scene was made by the people in the church.

I just don't know if the pillar of light above the church's head will fall.

The closed door of the church was pushed open from the inside, and two men of the legend of the guards escorted out a priest with a wreath of unknown plants on his head.

"O pious people, our true enemies have escaped from the realm, lurking around us, trying to drag us into hell with their darkest thoughts."

"Just now, the distant sky fell, and the souls of those who ran out of the darkness were left in the darkness forever."

"Our Lord is merciful, and all those who suffer will be properly settled, and Our Lord will send messengers to heal them, so that the light of the kingdom of God will bathe them and dispel the evil that is attached to them."

"Humans, keep an eye on everyone around you, and there may be four-legged demons lurking beneath their skins! It could also be a wriggling maggot! ”

After speaking, he said another classic blessing from the Gospels, and then walked into the church.

The door closed tightly again.

Li Zhi's gaze returned to the person in front of him again......

What about people?