The blood-red sun was about to sink, and birds were streaked across the sky.

The priest returned with the group to their temporary residence.

When I arrived, I found that the place was silent, as if someone had placed a silent circle.

The priest immediately raised his guard and stopped.

He glanced around the rooftops and saw that no smoke was rising.

It's dusk, and it's supposed to be time for the poor to eat.

After all, there are no lights, so the only thing left to do at night is to sleep.

But now he didn't see the smoke rising from even one house.

Mo was not discovered.

The priest guessed in his heart, so he abandoned the place and walked with the disciples to the other side.

They lurked late into the night, then quietly pushed open a window and rolled in.

The owner of the house seemed to hear the movement and panicked.

However, he thought that he still had a wife and children at home, so he mustered up courage and trembled into the house with a wooden stick in his hand.

He had barely taken a few steps when he vaguely saw a few shadows in front of him.

He was frightened and took a step back, only to feel a thick wall blocking his way.

Where did the walls come from?

Before he could think of anything, his whole body rose into the air.

There was a big fan-like hand that grabbed his head directly, and then picked it up like this.

Suddenly, he struggled to escape from the clutches.

His body swayed in the air, trying to wrench his fingers away with all his might, but his big hand didn't move.

One of the man's eyes caught a glimpse of a figure that seemed to be heading towards the back room.

His heart was even more alarmed.

There was still his wife and children in the back room.

The man's fingers gripped the clutches, but they felt as hard as steel, leaving not even a trace.

He tried to shout loudly to remind his wife and children, but the clutches began to shrink inward.

Suddenly, there was only a sharp pain in the brain, and I couldn't even scream.

However, under the force, he still barely managed to spit out a few faint sounds.

"Hurry ......"

"Running ......"

Then the man's body went limp, and he stopped moving.

After a few moments, several figures gathered around the table.

There was no trace of it at this point, and they had learned a lot on the way to escape.

For example, how to destroy corpses.

"Priest, what now?"

"If the people of the empire continue to search like this, sooner or later they will find us."

The priest had a gloomy face, listening to their worries but not speaking.

Is the Empire trying to wipe them out completely?

In front of them, they seem to have fallen into a desperate situation, even if they go around destroying and taking a small number of hostages now, they will only die a few minutes late.

"Priest ......"

A group of cultists gathered around the priest, watching him frown and think of a way to break the situation.

Now the entire emperor is surrounded by troops, and there are many warlocks in the city.

Not to mention the fact that there is also the Holy See that sees heretics like mad dogs.

Either one is something that people like themselves can't resist, and taking hostages will only make the empire a rat trap.

But the Holy See will not.

They will shout that the Lord of Light is with you, and then they will be greeted by a holy light.

There is only one way to break the situation.

It's risky, but it's better than waiting for death to come to you.

Thinking of this, the priest's eyes showed a look of madness, and the veins on his face seemed to skyrocket.

He sneered, "I've already thought of a way. ”

When the believers heard this, they were naturally overjoyed.

They looked at the priest in the middle with a look of hope in their eyes, hoping that he would lead them through this desperate situation.

Everyone was silent at this moment, holding their breath, leaving only the priest's voice to sound in the room.

"Ladies and gentlemen, no matter how powerful the Holy See is."

"They ......"

"Can you withstand the wrath of God?"

The priest's tone was cold, with a hint of madness, like a cold spring in the midst of the nine shadows.

When the believers present heard this, they suddenly froze in place.

Their heads went blank, their scalps tingled, and a cold palm ran across their backs, and then they shivered violently.

Then his whole body seemed to tremble unconsciously because of the horror in the sacrificial words.

Even as wicked people, they are a little afraid to think about that possibility.

You know, this is the imperial capital!

Huge city of tens of millions of people!

Once the priesthood's idea is successfully realized, then the whole world will be changed as a result.

History will rewrite everything.

"Priest ......"

"You...... You ......"

The cultists tried to control their lips, trying to make sure to the priests, but to no avail.

"I will let the Supreme Lord of Dusk descend in the Imperial Capital!"

"At that time, whoever it is."

"It will be impossible to escape the fate of dusk!"

At this moment, the priest seemed to have turned into a beast, baring his fangs at the Empire.

There was a strong resentment in his words, and everyone seemed to be able to smell the smell of blood in the air.

Priests are vicious criminals, and they are naturally vicious and vicious by nature.

As long as there is a glimmer of life, he doesn't care how many people die in the process.

I don't know how long it took for the congregants to finally accept this message.

"Priest, what should we do now?"

No one questioned it, they simply acquiesced.

Because the congregationists also know that this may be the last chance to live.

And how to summon the Lord of Dusk is easy to say, but difficult to say.

It is to directly attract the gaze of the Holy Son in the body, supplemented by sacrifices, and there will be a great chance of attracting Him to the world.

But their strength alone is not enough, only to gather all the Dusk Order in the city.

Even if there are Orders in the city that have been wiped out by the Empire, there are only a few survivors.

And, where is this?

This is the imperial capital!

The heart of the empire!

As long as the Order gathers, it can take a huge number of hostages, and even the Holy See will not dare to act rashly.

However, all this is premised on the cooperation of the other Orders.

The priest pondered for a moment, then turned his head to look into the distance, his gaze seeming to see something through the wall.

There, a river runs through the city, and on both sides of it are a large number of factories that emit billowing black smoke.