In the chaotic black market, the companions who hide in the shadows watch the fat man talk to the mysterious group of men in black.

When they heard what a man in black said, they were about to go out and surround the black.

I saw a gospel book taken out from under the sleeve of the man in black, and then the fat man lost his movement in an instant.

This alerted them to the extreme.

The fat man carried many treasures on his body, and they all fell into the Tao of this group of mysterious people, and he didn't even have a trace of resistance.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the companion didn't care about the fat man, so he immediately scattered, and his figure quickly disappeared in the chaotic black market.

The black market outside the imperial capital is built in a sewer, and the terrain inside is so intricate that you can get lost in it if you're not careful.

These complex terrains have become their protective umbrella for rats who hide in the dark and do not see the light of day.

The companions fled quickly down the pipe, only to bump into a hard figure around the corner.

When I looked up, a lifeless face came into view, with a hint of decay all over my body.

Many people thought about knocking them down directly, but the attack only cut a trace of skin on these people's bodies.

Even if you poke it in, it looks like it doesn't matter.

"What the fuck is this monster!"

A person couldn't help but curse secretly, and then immediately turned around, without a skeen.

These rats who have not seen the light of day are very familiar with the sewer pipes of the imperial capital, and they can feel a few crutches in any place clearly, and they can walk you out with their eyes closed.

Since this road is impassable, let's take another path.

The footsteps of their companions were fast, and these rotten figures were not as fast as them, so they could only follow them slowly.

Before he could run a few steps, he met a figure with the same aura on another road.

The sewer branch is narrow enough to allow only one person to pass through.

Seeing this, he scolded again and changed direction.

But in the same situation, a figure was already waiting, slowly moving forward.

The situation is critical at the moment, almost all the roads are blocked by a figure.

They slowly approached inside, and their defenses were extremely high.

The companion could only walk back, and as soon as he got out of a hole, he met another companion.

The two glanced at each other, each spotted the pursuer behind the other party, and instantly understood that the other party's situation was similar to their own.

In desperation, he had to return to the black market.

At this time, the already chaotic black market poured into a large number of figures, making it even more cramped.

Seeing this scene, they didn't know that all the exits of the sewer were completely blocked!

All of the fat man's companions were forced back, but some were knocked unconscious and dragged back.

They were surrounded by a group of expressionless people, and in the middle were the men in black.

Seeing that the situation was not good, one of his companions turned and begged for mercy from the man in black.

The others were also led up and bowed their heads.

One of the men in black in the middle lifted his hood to reveal a face in his forties.

He held the Gospel in one hand and opened it in the other, and exclaimed in a melodious tone.

"O Supreme Lord of Twilight, may your ambitions be fulfilled, and may your followers be everywhere."

The fat man's originally frozen face seemed to come to life, and his expression instantly became solemn and religious.

At the same time, the hands make some kind of mysterious movement.

His companion bowed his head and listened and did not dare to speak again, secretly regretting in his heart why he had to do this business.

As long as you stay quietly in the city, will there be nothing to do soon?

In the dim light of the kerosene lamp, the shadows of these people were constantly distorting with the swaying of the candle flame, like evil ghosts climbing up from the abyss.

Looking at this strange scene, goosebumps slowly crept up his back.

The black-robed priest suddenly stopped chanting and asked a few people with a reverent face.

"Are you willing to be believers in the Lord of the Twilight?"

Several people were a little abusive in their hearts, but their faces smiled stiffly, and they bent over.

"Yes, willing, we are naturally believers who are willing to become the Lord of the Twilight."

"Yes, yes, our common faith at the time of the Great Lord of Twilight."

"Yes, yes, yes."

The black-robed priest smiled and said, "Since you have all become believers in my lord, then as believers, we should help each other." ”

"The bishop is right, the bishop is right."

"I'm going to hand over all my assets to the Order, which will be counted as a contribution to the Order."

"Yes, yes, yes, so do I."

Several people hurriedly spoke, wiping the beads of sweat on their faces with their hands, and expressing their loyalty and devotion to the Lord of Dusk in front of the black-robed priest.

"No, we won't ask for your assets, I just need your help to do something."

"What, what's the matter?"

Several people looked at the smiling priest, his smile full of sacredness.

"I need you to be baptized."

Several people immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but it was just a baptism.

It is nothing more than the "water ceremony" and the "water immersion ceremony", which are basically common in the world.

But there was only one person who had a bad premonition in his heart, and he quietly stared at the fat man who seemed to be stunned on the side, secretly worried.

When he looked back, he ran into the black-robed priest head-on and looked straight at his face.

The man was so frightened that he took a half step back.

"Oh, praise be to the Supreme Lord of Dusk, baptism begins with you."

The black-robed priest was holding the Gospel, and the scratch on it was so glaring.

The Gospels were spread out, and a rotten breath rushed out, but it circled around and refused to disperse.

The man was about to say something, but he saw the breath crash straight into his body.

"The baptism has begun, may you truly become a believer in our Lord and be our partner."

The others didn't let go, and there was also a breath that penetrated into their bodies.

At first, there were a little convulsions, but in the end, his face began to return to normal, and his behavior was no different from that of ordinary people.

The vivid expressions on their faces contrasted sharply with the fat men on the side.

"Go, I need you to bring the believers of the Lord into the city."

Several people nodded yes, not seeing any stiffness at all.

This is another of the Gospels' ability to retain a more normal intellect when transforming a person.

The price paid is that the atmosphere of the Gospels is a little dim, and it has lost its previous momentum.

But it's all worth it.

As long as the Son is found, it is equivalent to being able to meet the great Lord of the Twilight at any time.

He was already a little impatient to tell the great Him about his dreams.

Drag the world into an endless twilight, and then there will be no more wars, no more distractions.

In that world, his soul will be like a boat returning to port, and it will be truly comforted.

The Supreme and Great Lord of Twilight will support the lowly believers.

The black-robed priest's face was calm for a while, and then he wept excitedly, as if he had fallen into some kind of imagination that could not be extricated.

Only the surrounding crowd was silent, silently looking at the strange black-robed priest.

The dim kerosene lamp seemed to be about to go out.