Missionary pastors are a strange and special group of people who can travel across the ocean to spread the gospel at the risk of being killed in order to see and touch the untouched. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info the Southern Wasteland, the Parred Kingdoms, the North and South of the New World, the Oriental Grassland...... In any remote corner of Atlasus, you can see their tireless theological advancement.

Blackmail, intimidation, beatings, and even massacres could not stop them.

When many people learn about their deeds, even if they are not interested in theology, they will be in awe of this group of pure and persistent people—and they may even think that people of faith are really powerful.

But what does the truth look like?

Missionary pastor is a high-risk profession, and often high-risk occupations represent equally good pay.

The attitude of the Holy See towards this group of people is very just, as long as they can spread the faith in foreign countries and establish dioceses, then these people are the masters of the diocese - that is, bishops at the level of the grand diocese, so to speak, one step to heaven.

Moreover, this merit will leave them with a glittering resume in the archives of the Holy See, and they will be transferred to the diocese, promoted and raised, and reach the pinnacle of life in the future, much faster than the average clergyman.

The most important point is that if they have succeeded in missionary countries that are good enough, such as the ancient countries of Parard and Seris, which are rich and rich. The status of the diocese will be directly upgraded to the level of the patriarchate, and this group of people will also go down in history for their achievements in "opening up territories", and even be canonized by the Holy See.

That is to say, a street pastor may directly jump to become a patriarch above 10,000 people under one person.

With such a big interest and such a high honor, it is simply the last straw for some priests who can't get ahead or commit serious crimes - can this kind of person not work hard!?

Therefore, this group of people is ostensibly spreading faith, but in fact they are gold diggers.

Since he is a gold digger, he must drill wherever there is a bounty.

Even the countries of the North Sea that believe in the religion of doomsday twilight also have traces of the existence of missionary priests, even if they are not welcomed, and are often harassed by women with huge waists, they still silently insist on waiting for the day when they will come out.

Bishop Barrick is such a missionary pastor.

The title of bishop was given by himself, and because he was the only priest in the local area, no one objected.

The diocese had only a fenced courtyard by the sea, and if you went out of the courtyard to preach, you would be beaten, but there was no one else in the courtyard. The church was remodeled by a windmill, and the holy vessels, offerings, and even food were exchanged for the sacristy, sacrifices, and even food that he went out to sea every day to fish.

That night, Bishop Barrick, as usual, sat alone in the empty church, staring at the slender load-bearing columns. In his mind, he imagined that he had succeeded in his mission, was appreciated by the universal patriarch, became an archbishop, supported a young boy, and was promoted and raised to the pinnacle of his life.

It's a little exciting to think about.

The alcove burned with white candles, illuminating a small recess in the arch, and the inferior candle wax gradually emitted a pungent smell with the ripples of the halo, mercilessly shattering Bishop Barrick's illusions.

"Ahem, ahem...... Kind of hungry......"

The middle-aged pastor sighed and slowly walked out the door.

Tonight, it was a full moon night, and the wooden cross stood silently in the courtyard, facing the cold moonlight.

For some reason, there are a lot fewer fish in the sea these days, and Barrick's days of fishing are a bit beyond his means, so it is difficult to eat a full meal. Fortunately, he usually stores a lot of dried fish, although it is unpalatable, but at least it can satisfy his stomach.

"Dried fish, my little dried fish......"

Barrick trotted to the open cupboard in the kitchen, took out an earthy yellow clay pot, tore open the mouth of the papier-mâché can, and directly pinched the dried fish bar with his hand and ate it.

Because of the long time of salting and storage, his dried fish tastes hard and astringent, and has a sour taste. But for a person who has been hungry for a few days, it is undoubtedly a good meal, but it is too salty and a little bit.

But it doesn't matter, just drink plenty of water, and you won't feel hungry if you drink too much water.

"Woooooo

Eating and eating, the priest, who had reached middle age but had achieved nothing, had a sour nose, couldn't help but cry loudly, and sat on the ground with a jar of dried fish, crying indescribably bitter and desolate, extremely sad.

Crunch crunch...... Crunch crunch......

Crying to the point of sadness, Barrick did not forget to stuff the dried fish into his mouth, and was chewing, when suddenly he heard a strange noise in his ears, like the sound of some rough object rubbing against each other.

"What's going on?"

Reluctantly, he put down the can and climbed to the window, outside which the round moon hung high above the night, and the pond in the yard sparkled in the night.

Farther on the sea, a thick fog spread out at some point, like a cold white python, slowly squirming against the sea water one by one.

In the depths of the fog, there was a faint sound of the rising tide of the sea, and the priest stared at it for a while, still unable to see it really, gritted his teeth, and directly pushed open the door and walked out of the courtyard.

"Is it really high tide? Or is it something else? Could it be the legendary pirate ghost?"

Barrick climbed directly onto the cross and looked out in the direction of the sea from a high vantage point.

He knew that the burial custom of this place was to bury the dead fishermen in coffins, put them on his fishing boat, and sink them directly into the sea for burial, which is said to follow the tradition of their ancestors. Some people say that the public sea tomb of the North Sea pirates was located here hundreds of years ago, and fishermen often received burial goods washed ashore from the sea, so there have been rumors of pirate ghosts.

Phew——!

A gust of wind swept the clouds and obscured the moon. The light suddenly dimmed a lot, and the priest, who was lying alone on the cross, suddenly noticed the heavy chill climbing up from behind.

"That'...... What's that?"

He desperately raised his head, opened his eyes wide, and tried his best to observe the scene in the depths of the fog, and in the thick white fog, rows of "figures" faintly appeared at this time.

It was not because of eating too much salt and hallucinating in the brain, because the outlines of those figures became clearer and clearer, and the heads, necks, shoulders, and bodies were all recognizable. At this moment, Barrick was not too far away from those figures, and if the fog was a little thinner, I am afraid that they would be able to see each other's faces clearly.

Soon, the pastor saw clearly what was happening in front of him.

Densely packed, surrounded by each other, with no end in sight, the undead are staggering out of the water, moving forward wordlessly. The same wet body, the same half-rotten muscles, the same brown bones, like an endless black forest, continue to move forward.

“......”

Cold sweat rushed out of his pores and soaked the priest's robe. The whole world at night, including the courtyard he was in, was eerie at this moment.

Barrick fell off the cross as soon as he let go of his hand, but without snorting, he even crawled into the nearest kitchen, quickly put on the latch, clasped his fingers and began to pray.

The strange and bustling footsteps around became heavier and heavier.

Then suddenly a sudden scream broke the silence—the wail of a human being before death.

The moonlight on the canopy of the sky gradually dissipated as the night wind and clouds gradually dissipated, but it seemed to be no longer as bright and clear as it had been. The light cast down through the cracks in the thin clouds, and after being blocked by the mist, it dissipated into a vague cold white light in front of him.

"God, help me!"

The priest looked up, and in the distant heights above his head, the staccato clouds seemed to make up a sneering face, mocking his ill-fated fate.

Barrick's whole body was cold, and the constant chill in his body was like a collapsing and shattering iceberg, and a sharp sting pierced his heart like a cold sword.

Click-click-snap-snap——!

Soon, he heard the sound of the fence breaking and crushing, and a surging smell of decay came to his face.

The seemingly rotten and stiff undead have great power, like a mudslide that moves forward with momentum, easily crushing the pastor's church.

Under the broken wooden plank, a hand jerked into the sky, shook twice, and then collapsed, and soon red blood spilled out of the cracks around the wood chips.

......

The road to the Oldenburg Gate was illuminated by the moonlight, and the two rows of guardrails carved with the image of the Valkyries along the road, as well as the green ribbon of full flowers, dotted with flower crowns along the road—these were the whimsical works of Mayor Honorin.

Giggle – cluck——!

At this moment, the rough sound of bones rubbing against each other, which sounded particularly harsh in the middle of the night, came from the seashore and gradually approached the city of Osedden. After the revelry of the day, the city seemed to sleep soundly at night, and the citizens accustomed to tranquility did not feel the slightest uneasiness, as if all unexpected changes were far away from them.

The whole day of greeting the goddess Freya is almost a very lively festival for the people living in Osedon. The fact that the jewelry thieves robbed more than a dozen jewelry stores in broad daylight was only known to a limited number of people, and because the mayor was very timely, the news had not yet had time to spread.

At the strong request of Mayor Anoline, most of the city's guards, guards, and even the city defense army sent a large number of manpower to participate in the pursuit, which was bound to arrest those lawless robbers in half a day.

However, the mayor's hunt was doomed to be in vain.

If you want to capture a few knights who are close to the sixth order, unless there are Valkyries of the same rank several times to participate in the roundup, it is wishful thinking - no matter how many people there are, it is useless, and even their shadows cannot be seen.

Outside the city gate wrapped in night, a dozen or so guards sat at the city gate, yawning without a word.

"Hoo ......"

The captain rubbed his sleepy eyes, reconciled his clothes, and shrank on the bench in the duty room, ready to catch up on a nap.

As soon as his ears were pressed to the surface of his chair, he felt the sound of the earth shaking, and the bustle was very clear, as if a large group was approaching Oseddon.

"There is a situation!"

The captain hurriedly jumped up from the bench, pushed open the door of the duty room, and found that his subordinates were all lying on the ground at the moment, their necks twisted strangely behind them, and they had already lost their vitality.

"Enemy attack!"

He was just about to shout this sentence when he suddenly felt a pain in his neck, and he saw a pair of pitch-black pupils in the whirlwind, and then he completely lost consciousness and didn't know anything.