Faced with the scolding of the staff, Morpheus, who knew that he was dirty, curled up in the corner with his dog in his arms.

He looked at the staff pleadingly:

"Sir, I... I won't bother you. ”

"I'll just wait here and come back when the wait is less, is that okay?"

"Please... Bob it's dying, I can't afford to lose my old buddy. ”

The staff looked at the sick dog with undisguised disgust on his face:

"Damn dirty!"

"This is a holy church, hurry up and get out of the way."

"Do you have rabies, you dead dog?"

Dead dogs?

Hearing the staff say this about his old buddy, Morpheus's emotions became a little excited:

"Bob isn't dead!"

"It's not a dead dog!"

"A merciful God will protect it!"

Ha?

When the staff saw the old man's excited appearance, the whole person was about to laugh angrily at him.

"Do you hear that?"

"God won't shelter a dead dog!"

"I said it's a dead dog, it's a dead dog."

The staff sneered and walked towards Morpheus.

Morpheus had a bad premonition, and vigilantly hugged Bob in his arms:

"What are you going to do?"

"You... You don't want to come here... Believe it or not, I'm going to call the police! ”

"Mr. Officer, help is needed here."

"Damn! What are you doing! ”

At first, Morpheus was wary and uneasy.

But as the staff brutally snatched Bob away, and the officers not far away just grinned and pointed, Mephistopheles became furious.

He was like a lion in his twilight, roaring weakly and unwillingly, and even rushed directly towards the staff.

"Get out of here!"

How can an aging and undernourished body be a strong opponent in the prime of life?

With just one kick, Morpheus was kicked to the ground.

He watched in despair and horror as the staff lifted the dog alof, Morpheus's pupils constricted, and his lips trembled.

He didn't dare to face such a scene at all.

Boom!

Whew!

As Morpheus trembled, the staff slammed the sick dog to the ground.

With a wail from a sick dog, blood flowed from its seven orifices.

The sick dog, which was already weak, was convulsing all over his body.

But even so, the sick dog still looked up at Morpheus with difficulty, and his cloudy eyes were full of reluctance.

It wails and struggles to get to its feet.

But it can't do it at all, the master is not far away, and it can't get close to the master at all.

It could only look at Morpheus so sadly and reluctantly.

"No!"

"Bob! My work! ”

"Don't scare me, you'll be fine!"

Morpheus crawled over like crazy, trying to pick up the sick dog.

But seeing the convulsions of the sick dog, Morpheus did not dare to do so.

"Heh..."

Looking at the dirty man and dog, the staff sneered:

"I said it was a dead dog, and it was a dead dog."

"Get out of the way with your dead dog, I don't have time to waste time with you."

glanced at a person and a dog with disgust, and the staff saw it with sharp eyes, and there was a big man not far away.

"Mr. Phil, are you here too?"

"Hurry up, this way, please."

"Your piety and kindness, the whole church knows that you are eligible and do not need to stand in line."

In the face of glamorous big people, the staff is flattering like an old dog.

And in that dark corner, no one cared about Morpheus and his dog.

They're like garbage.

In front of the holy church, it is insignificant.

What people are asking for is God's refuge, a power called light.

And this person and a dog are just the bottom of the bottom.

After waiting in line for such a long time, although some people can't bear it, it is impossible to leave the team for a dead dog after all.

So, Morpheus despaired.

He looked at the brightly lit church, looked at the indifferent crowd, and listened to the wailing of the sick dogs beneath him.

He felt like his world was falling apart.

All faith, along with Bob's wail, completely collapsed.

"God... Thy mercy! ”

"Why do this to me and my work!"

"What did we do wrong!"

"Just because we don't have any money, that's what you do to us?"

"Hahahaha... Oh, God! Just don't believe in God! ”

Morpheus's dirty face left two traces of tears.

He held the old man tightly in his arms with trembling arms.

In the shadows, Morpheus's heart was filled with pain and resentment, and tears were dripping down Bob's body.

"Hehe..."

Just when Morpheus felt abandoned by the whole world.

A seductive voice suddenly sounded.

But Morpheus didn't pay attention to the voice, because for him, he had lost his most important job.

"Look... This is the hypocritical God and His Lamb. ”

"An insignificant ant like you, the lord on high has no time to pay attention to you."

In the darkness, Vivien, dressed in a black robe, walked out.

There was a faint smile on her beautiful face.

Looking at the dirty and sad old man, Vivien said to herself:

"Your dog is going to die."

"But I have a way to bring it to life."

Well?

Hearing this, Morpheus jerked up at Vivien, his eyes full of hope.

It was only at this time that he recognized Vivien's appearance.

She... It is the fallen angel who appeared on TV, representing the transcendent existence of the forces of hell.

But for Morpheus today, there is no difference between angels and fallen angels.

He has nothing left, and his faith has collapsed.

"The price."

"Hell has always been a place of cost."

"I can bring your dog back to life, so what can you give?"

Vivien looked at Morpheus, her tone full of temptation.

Morpheus slowly clenched his fists:

"I can give everything."

Vivien nodded with satisfaction:

"So... At the cost of your life. ”

"I give you and your dog the power of hell in return... You will fight the Holy See with all your strength, and you will need to spread the name of hell. ”

"Can you do it?"

Holy See?

"The Holy See... If I had enough strength, I would make them pay. ”

At the mention of the Holy See, Morpheus, whose heart was full of resentment, turned hideous.

"It's pure hate."

"I wish us a happy cooperation."

The corners of Vivien's mouth went up.

I saw her stretch out her hand, and a drop of pitch-black blood appeared in the air, like a spiritual drop falling into Bob's mouth.

The blood entered his mouth, and the drop of blood seeped directly into Bob's body as if it were alive.

Knock knock...

With the sound of a low heartbeat, scorching black smoke with the smell of sulfur permeated Bob's body.

Looking at this strange sight, Morpheus did not feel fear, but was full of anticipation.

"I gave him the blood of a three-headed dog."

"With my power involved, he will successfully complete his transformation and become a hellhound from now on."

"And you..."

After explaining, Vivien looked at Morpheus.