After leaving the cemetery for a period of rest and emergency treatment, Clement rushed to the next witch's hiding place, although the wounds on his face had not yet healed, and there were still some blood marks and bruises left by the beating, but this did not affect his next battle.

Da, da, da.

The crisp sound of his boots trampling on the floor, Clement was walking in the dust of a dark and gloomy corridor, his slim clergyman's attire fluttering gently with his steps, and the paintings hanging on the walls of the corridor were constantly left behind him as he advanced.

Because the scenes depicted in the paintings on the walls are all tragedies without exception, and the emotions to be expressed in the paintings are all the pain that normal people will feel physiologically uncomfortable.

the unsightly peasant women on the gallows; a farmer who was killed by a brother who was a brother; The lovers who should have been together for a long time ended up being strangers; The upright man who repaired the bridge and repaired the road died on the side of the road, and the corpse was eaten by wild dogs;

Each painting illustrates a different tragedy, and seems to reflect the witch's enchantment master's penchant for a morbid attachment to tragedy and pain, as well as a twisted desire to trample on all that is good.

Clement never cared about these paintings, he didn't care about what kind of person he was trying to kill, and he wasn't interested in understanding the reason and reason behind the other party's becoming, because for him it was the purpose of his existence to eliminate heretics who practiced sorcery and save more people for the Lord he believed in.

He walked alone in the corridor that never saw the end, and with each step, the darkness in front of him that was so thick that it could not be dissolved would take a step back, and the darkness behind him would take another step forward, and along the way, the tragic paintings around Clement changed one after another, but this corridor never meant to come to an end, and he never meant to stop, always maintained a fixed pace, a fixed stride and a fixed speed towards the front of the corridor.

Maybe it's because the patience of the witch who is secretly observing is exhausted, or maybe it's really Clement's stuffy behavior that has taken effect, and after dozens of minutes of experience in this extremely depressing, almost ascetic atmosphere, the witch hidden in the depths of the enchantment finally spoke.

It seems that I guessed correctly, and you were the first to find me

The voice echoed in all directions and reflected back and forth in the corridors, making it impossible to tell where the source of the sound came from, but Clement always maintained that expressionless appearance: O sinful soul, I have come to purify you as the Lord's agent in this world

Cleanse? Humphha! The witch hidden behind the curtain laughed out loud as if she had heard something ridiculous, and it took him a long time before he slowly put away his laughter, his tone was full of mockery and provocation, you should know what kind of transcendent creature a witch is, right? As long as there are fewer witches, the stronger the power they can share, I have already absorbed the life and power of many witches before you came, plus the waste witch just now, now there are only two witches left in the town, do you understand what this means?

As the voice spoke, the walls of the gallery began to swell and squirm like the esophagus of some kind of creature, squeezing towards Clement, and at the same time, the ground under his feet became soft, as if he was stepping on a lump of soft and collapsed flesh, which made people feel very disgusting, and at the same time, his feet were deeply sunk in it, and he could not extricate himself.

However, in the face of such a sudden change, and the walls that were squeezing against him from all sides, Clement briefly and quickly completed the chanting and spiritual frequency regulation of the church, and slowly closed his eyes: miracles must have light!

The infinite light burst out in an instant, centered on Clement, although this was only a reappearance of the great deeds of the old gods, but the power contained in the light of creation was genuine, even if it was only one thousandth of a thousandth, or even one hundred thousandth of a miracle, its power was enough to crush it, and the walls of those creatures full of blasphemy and evil aura dissolved quickly like snow meeting the sun under the burst of light and heat, and the light was bright

, there were countless sharp and terrible screams.

If there is any of the eight miracles in the church, which is the most practical and universal, it is the basic miracle of light, which is undoubtedly the most abundant of all miracles, which can be used as a means to break illusions, can also be used directly against evil forces and creatures, can be used as a flashbang to blind the eyes of the enemy, and can also be used to light lamps in dark places

Of course, if the last two items are caught by other agents, it will definitely be the end of hanging the stake as a barbecue, in addition to this blasphemous usage, in fact, there must be a miracle of light, which can already be regarded as a universal solution for church agents to deal with various situations

Of course, this also includes the demons under the hands of the witch.

Those high-pitched screams were emanating from the demons hiding in the surroundings, but as mentioned before, this miracle could only deal with evil forces and creatures of a lower level.

The brightness of the light bulb is good, and in the endless burst of light, the witch's voice is ethereal and illusory, but it still seems full of sarcasm: But do you think that I and the waste witch are opponents of the same level!

A black shadow pierced through the light that erupted around Clement and smashed heavily into his chest, and the huge and unmatched force directly smashed several ribs, knocking him backwards to the back of the corridor!

Coughing up a blow to the chest, Clement coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the broken ribs pierced into his internal organs, and the sharp pain forcibly pulled him out of the spiritual frequency of the miracle, and before he could stabilize his upside-down body in the air, with the sound of breaking through the air, another attack like a truck hit his back, like a ball, and knocked him forward again.

The sky was spinning, dizzy, Clement felt like a ping-pong ball being hit by the heavy blows of unknown origin several times, the bones and internal organs of the whole body let out an overwhelmed wail under the ravages of the heavy blows again and again, and what was even more terrifying was that the strength of each attack of the opponent was very precise, and the force was neither so great that it would make him crush him to pieces like being hit by a fast-moving truck, nor would it be too light to give him room to breathe and counterattack.

This gesture of ease is almost like a cat playing tricks on its prey

Is that all the vicarious people from the church have this strength? Poor and weak! Even a scum like you wants to purify me? The witch's taunts rang in Clement's ears with repeated attacks, trying to break his will, but Clement never spoke, as time passed he seemed to have really become a ball, he closed his eyes as if he was unconscious, and let himself be beaten, neither dodging nor struggling, nor trying to fight back against the witch.

However, this time, when Clement was knocked into the air again and flew forward uncontrollably, things took a different turn for the witch.

Bang!

The racket that was supposed to stop Clement as a ball and replay it did not appear, and a mist of blood suddenly exploded in the air, losing the attack that had been intercepted, and Clement's body rushed into the darkness of the corridor like a cannonball, and at the same time, the priest, whose face was covered in blood and looked like a seriously injured and dying car accident casualty, finally showed a happy smile on his face.

Precepts homomorphic revenge.

In that state, you still refuse to give up looking for opportunities? In the thick darkness in front of the corridor, there was a witch's voice of surprise, he didn't understand what the priest had done to avoid the attack in that moment, but when he saw Clement stomp on the ground under his feet and further accelerate towards the darkness in front of the corridor, the witch's voice quickly changed from surprise to contempt, huh? After finally seizing the opportunity, didn't you choose to take the opportunity to flee but took the initiative to approach me?

Clément endured the pain all over his body and coldly wiped the blood on his face, and stepped on the soft ground again and again with the thrust brought by the previous impact, maintaining the speed of high-speed movement, and said with a cold look in his eyes: If you don't get close, there is no way to purify the evil

Hum! Then I'll see how much you can do! The Witch Again

He let out a disdainful sneer, and with his laughter, the space of the corridor that had been creased squirmed again, countless wriggling whiskers and tentacles detached from the walls, and the pained figures in the painting also wept and struggled to stretch out their hands from the painting in an attempt to stop Clement's progress.

Although you didn't kill in order to play for a longer time, your current physical condition can't last long, right? How long can you run again?

Flesh whiskers, tentacles, and those painful hands intertwined to try to grab Clement, but they were all flashed by him as he moved forward or trampled under his feet, and after realizing that he could not catch the little insect with speed alone, the corridor that turned into a living creature changed its strategy, and the flesh whiskers, tentacles, and arms in the painting began to combine into layers of blocking nets, and the walls that tightened with the wriggling converged like a flower that was closing, permanently locking the high-speed Clement in the corridor.

Now you can't escape!

In fact, this strategy did succeed Clement's path was sealed, and the place in front of him was close to a hundred meters, and it had become a wall of flesh intertwined with tentacles, fleshy whiskers, and pale arms, but the priest had no intention of slowing down, he rushed towards the twisted wall of flesh that was ready to tear him to pieces with an indomitable momentum, and at the same time raised his right hand high, and was about to crash into the wall of flesh, before he was about to be eaten by the tentacles, fleshy whiskers, and pale arms, His right hand was aimed at the wall in front of him and cut straight down.

Miracles divide the sea!

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