The Bishop, Byrne, and several black-robed priests followed Carlo, unwittingly distancing themselves from him.

Carlo walked quietly inside, the inside of the church was more empty than what he saw outside, there was nothing, the light was dim, and it was a little gloomy.

There was a strange statue standing on the wall facing the main door of the church, and Carlo stopped, as if no one was aware that he had not made any footsteps the whole time.

The dimly lit church suddenly brightened, dozens of torches stretched out from the darkness, and hundreds of guards with weapons in their hands jumped out, led by the fierce man that Carlo had just seen.

The bishop's laughter came from behind Carlo, who stared at Carlo with a vicious expression and scolded viciously: "How can a fool who is not long-eyed dare to pretend to be an adult of the Holy Parish... Don't you know that the gold-rimmed black robe is only qualified to be worn by the Dark Maiden?"

The fierce man walked up with a two-handed sword, stood side by side with the bishop, stared at Carlo's back, showed a lewd look in his eyes, and said with an evil smile: "This kid has fine skin and tender flesh, don't cut him to death, break his limbs, and send him to my room at night.."

"My lord, watch out for him.." Byrne cautiously came up and said a few words, and the fierce man slapped him to the ground, knocked out a few bloody teeth, and said fiercely: "Under the light of the dark god, no one can make a trick."

"Yes, yes.." Byrne covered his mouth and winced to the side.

The guards with torches and swords surrounded Carlo and slowly pressed him forward, but Carlo didn't look at anyone on the field, his gaze fell on the strange statue in front of him, and he didn't move for half a minute.

It is a pure black statue, about five meters high, and on its left half is a monster with horns, fangs, and a spiky tail of bat wings, with a fierce eyes and a hideous expression, and a huge scythe in its hand.

On the other half, he was handsome, dressed in a black robe, with his right hand lightly pressed on his chest, his eyes lowered, peaceful and peaceful.

The two images are fused together, presenting a chaotic, distorted, and violent eccentric temperament, which makes people irritable and full of evil thoughts when they look at it.

No matter what half of his face is, it is extremely familiar to Carlo.

He saw "himself".

The left half is what he looked like when he first became the Great Demon, holding the Scythe of Jealousy, drinking blood, stepping on bones, and feasting on death.

On the right half is the human figure when he first walked in Grimm's World.

Carlo looked at the statue, as if he saw his once "immature and young" self, and couldn't help but laugh softly.

At this moment, the half-lowered eyes of the human of the strange statue suddenly opened slowly, and a dazzling red light suddenly emitted from the eyes, and the entire statue trembled slightly.

The guards, who had already walked behind Carlo with their swords in hand, were startled, looked up at the statue's vision, and some of them cried out in horror.

"The god of darkness... God of Darkness... Laugh.. Laughed.. Ahh

Everyone looked at the statue, and sure enough, the corners of the originally stiff statue's face and mouth slowly rose upward, and the peaceful aura disappeared, and the eyes were scarlet, extremely evil.

Screams, cries, guards dropped their weapons, rolled and fled backwards, and the field was in chaos.

"Damn, what the hell is going on?"

The bishop and the fierce man also noticed this, and their faces were extremely ugly, and their eyes flickered back and forth between Carlo and the statue, and they did not know what they were thinking.

"A bunch of cowardly fools, even if the dark gods laugh, they are laughing at your ignorance."

The fierce man scolded angrily, simply raised his big sword, and slashed at Carlo's back, now he didn't care about the other party's fine skin and tender meat.

Carlo felt the killing intent behind him and the whistling wind brought by the blade, he didn't look back, but slowly closed his eyes, he pulled, called, a power hidden in the statue.

Finally, the demon statue suddenly emitted a rich black light, surging towards Carlo like a black python.

Carlo saw ugly faces, complicated evil thoughts, and ugly hearts.

Greed, jealousy, meanness, hatred... The sins accumulated in the statue for a hundred years poured into his body one by one, and then divided into seven parts, traced back to the source, and became the nourishment of the seven original sins.

Again and again, there are not many sins after filtering and purifying, and Carlo's progress bar for seven sins has only advanced a little bit, less than one percent.

Everything happened in an instant, and when Carlo finished absorbing it, the fierce man's two-handed greatsword happened to slash at his back.

Without any sound, the two-handed big sword broke in two without warning, and the blade at the front flew back, just cutting off the small half of the big man's head, and his brain was splashing.

The vision of the statue disappeared, and the red light in his eyes dimmed completely, but the strange smile remained, staring at everyone in the hall, cold and evil.

Carlo turned around and looked around the church, where the guards were almost all curled up on the ground, trembling and muttering dark prayers over and over again.

As for the black-robed bishop, his face was pale, and he was already full of shock, and he muttered in distraction: "This is impossible, I have never heard of it... But.. But.. It was the same with the saints at the beginning.."

The bishop muttered to himself for a while, and finally, crawling to his knees in front of Carlo, excitedly shouted, "Welcome. The Son has descended.."

Carlo frowned slightly, what is this? Holy Son?

The bishop's expression had become extremely respectful, the kind of respect that came from the heart, and he spoke incoherently: "I. . . I once attended the coronation of the Holy Virgin Mary... The Pope presided over the baptism, the dark god blessed the saint, the idol... The idol also had such a vision... You must be the hidden son of the Church."

The bishop's gaze fell on Carlo's robe again, and he nodded excitedly and firmly: "That's right, the gold-edged black robe, it must be right... You must be the Holy Son."

"If we offend the majesty of the Holy Son, we all deserve to die, we deserve to die."

As he spoke, the bishop picked up a long sword in his hand, turned around and cut off Bourne's head, which had been stunned with fright.

This is not over, the bishop grabbed the long sword, and wandered around the field, the sword rose and fell, and the guards who were hiding on the ground and trembling became headless corpses one after another, and cut until he had no strength, and he snorted and gasped for a few breaths with his sword, and then turned his head fiercely and ordered the other black-robed priests: "Drag down all these bastards who dare to hold their blades at the Holy Son, and behead them!"

The two black-robed priests trembled and withdrew.

The bishop then knelt down in front of Carlo again, fanning his mouth hard while opening his bow from side to side, and smirking flatteringly: "If the Holy Son is still angry, take my head away."