Agnes felt her mind drift for a moment, and a red light gradually appeared in front of her, and she saw herself being embraced by her mother, Mariana, who had a charm far beyond ordinary people, and a kind of motherhood that seemed to be holy.

Agnes felt her spirituality flow into the body of the person in front of her as if she were cheering, and then turned into patches of red light that continued to extend towards herself, only to be swallowed up by a pitch-black color.

Agnes felt her temples throb and feel a roar in her ears, and her heart seemed to be tightening.

Angnes ignored her anomaly, her dark eyes carefully examined the image of Mariana in front of her, and suddenly laughed.

"I have a lot of mothers, why don't you think about it again?"

Mariana's expression in front of her distorted.

"Actually, it can be said that I don't have a mother." Agnes said with a grin.

She saw the red light on Marianna in front of her flickering a little dazedly.

Agnes was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm joking, hahaha."

Agnes felt that her spirituality was still flowing towards the red light, and the spiritual dryness was getting stronger and stronger.

It's not as good as when she was in the years when she had forced things on, Agnes thought with some contempt.

The red light in front of him rioted as if he had been insulted, and the speed of spiritual loss suddenly accelerated.

Agnes sketched the black ocean she had sketched during her meditation, and a trace of black gradually spread out from Agneth's body, covering it with red light, and the red and black gradually intermingled and entangled with each other.

"Thank you Mera and Alyssa for your help, although you can't restore much strength, but you're just a little bit of scattered power, let me see who pollutes faster."

Agnes laughed happily as she felt her spiritual drain grow faster.

……

Outside, Agnes opened her eyes, she was dazed for a moment, and her eyes as clear as the sky looked at the two people who were entangled in front of her.

No, maybe it can't be called two people anymore.

The "werewolf" has completely transformed into a werewolf image, his body is covered with black hair, his mouth is fanged, and his hands and claws are sharp. Alyssa, on the other hand, was already submerged in the vines, and could not see the flesh, only a dancing vine.

The surface of the benches around is covered with dark brown fungi, and quickly breaks and falls off, the spores are scattered in the air, approaching the "werewolf", most of them are blocked by the black hair erected on the surface of the "werewolf", and a small part falls on the skin of the "werewolf", which quickly takes root and grows, and is torn off by the "werewolf" casually, revealing the skin and flesh that is constantly wriggling and growing below.

The vines that were entwined towards the "werewolf" were torn off by the "werewolf" and thrown on the ground, and the juice of the broken mouth oozed out and dripped onto the bluestone ground, corroding a small pit with black smoke, and the vines themselves withered quickly as if they were corroded.

Ignoring the seemingly beating temples and the constant roars in her ears, she stood up, frowned, and looked back at the church in front of her.

I came to the monastery of Pavra several times, but I didn't pay much attention to the chapel inside the monastery. But his memory is still strong enough to keep in mind the general layout of the church.

Agnes looked up at the unlit chandelier overhead. The chandelier is positioned a little above the steps and a little further in the direction of the bench below, and with a specific force, it can fall down and hit the "werewolf".

The chandelier is rudimentary, except for six large sawn animal tusks filled with lamp oil and fastened to an iron ring, to which three chains are attached to a C-shaped hoop that extends to the dome at one end.

Agnes once helped Frank light a chandelier, and she knew that this chandelier was not light, although it was not enough to kill the "werewolf", but the "werewolf" must also devote some of his energy to it.

"This is the third time today, am I disgusting this 'werewolf' all the time today? After all, it's the kind of trouble that is not critical, but has to be dealt with. Agnes thought as she picked out a piece of the right-sized, relatively flat piece of bluestone from the smashed bluestone.

She stretched her arms and threw the bluestone shards out in a frisbee-like stance, which hit exactly where it hung under the C-ring, pushing the three chains out together and giving the chandelier a bit of initial velocity towards the podium as it began to fall. So the chandelier drew a perfect parabola and smashed it towards the "werewolf".

The "werewolf" subconsciously turned around and raised his arm to catch the chandelier, and then fell to the ground with strong kinetic energy, the chandelier smashed on the body of the "werewolf", making a crisp sound, several sharp animal fangs pierced into the abdomen of the "werewolf", and one of the fangs smashed on the ground and shattered into pieces, cutting the skin of the "werewolf".

The vines from Alyssa took the opportunity to entangle the "werewolf" and the chandelier and tie them into rice dumplings.

Agnes was secretly amazed at the effect of this chandelier, what kind of animal's fangs are on this chandelier, and the effect is so good.

One by one, the vines were retracted, and Agnes saw Alyssa's body gradually revealed.

Agnes saw that Alyssa's burgundy dress had been torn, revealing the skin underneath. Red spots appeared on the white skin of the past, and bright red sarcomas that proliferated from them continued to grow, rupture, and leak yellow pus, and then no longer grow. Under the wine-red skirt, black blood stains continued to spill out, and even mixed with purple flesh.

Agnes watched in horror at the changes in Alyssa's body and ran towards Alyssa.

Alyssa didn't pay attention to Agnes, and the remaining vines tightened around the werewolf's neck. The black hairs on the "werewolf's" neck stood up and dug into the vines. Where the vine was torn, a little new sprout grew, burrowing into the "werewolf's" skin, and growing continuously.

Agnes ran up the steps, ignoring the "werewolf" who was lying on the steps, and grabbed Alyssa directly.

"Alyssa, you ......"

Alyssa looked up at Agnes, the expression on her ruptured sarcoma was no longer clear, only a pair of eyes were still looking at Agnes. Agnes vaguely felt a complex meaning in these eyes, which made Agnes unconsciously stop her words.

Alyssa lifted her tattered dress and curtsy to Agnes.