"Something is wrong with this Annie......"

Martin looked at the girl who was wrapped in a red and black halo not far away, and his brow became tighter and tighter.

Martin wasn't sure if the girl had the genesis card in place, but she was at least different from the "sacrifices" around her who had been sucked into the pale yellow mist, both in terms of state and expression.

Yes, Martin noticed her expression, full of innocence and innocence as before, but he always felt that there was a hint of sinister in his innocent expression, like fangs peeking out under a rabbit mask, and blood-red lips.

He tried to capture this insidious glimmer but always failed, but he was sure that the person not far away was not the same as the Anne he had seen before, completely different.

This person is not Anne.

Martin made this judgment, and he looked at the numb face of "Annie" around him, and the vivid and somewhat bewitching face highlighted by the godless eyes, and he became more and more sure of his judgment.

"That's right, if the people here are all sacrifices arranged by the royal family and the church, then as the daughter of the Archon of Cavides, there is no reason to be here, and as an Archon, it is almost impossible to know nothing about what is happening here."

Martin thought to himself as he stared at the girl who seemed to have a smile on her lips.

So who is she?

Martin immediately thought of Lilith, who had just disguised herself as Cialian, the woman who had just separated from him, changed her outfit and came back here? But what was the point of her doing this?

Martin couldn't think of it.

At this time, the feeling that something was wrong in the large prayer hall became stronger and stronger.

The light in the whole hall became a little blurred, as if the sun was shining into the depths of the sea, and the prayers of the bishop and the faithful in the air, the chanting outside the church, the sound of the white doves flapping their wings seemed to pass through some medium before they could reach Martin's ears, and everything became more and more unreal.

Martin seems to be in the deep sea, and an invisible diaphragm is quietly forming.

Not only Martin, but also the two bishops Thomas and Stanley at the front of the hall also stopped praying, and Hines showed a slightly solemn look on his face, clenched the thin cane in his hand, and the rest of the shepherds in the hall also stood up with serious expressions.

And as the prayer stopped, the whole prayer hall began to fall silent, more and more quiet.

All the "deliverers" in this hall realized that something was wrong, but strangely enough, the ordinary people sitting on the prayer benches did not feel the slightest feeling, no one looked at the stop of prayer, and no one even made any other movements.

Martin was surprised to find that since then, their movements and postures have all become the same.

These people, men and women, young and old, regardless of their status, all of them bowed their heads, clasped their hands in front of their chests, and closed their eyes and lips, like incomparably realistic statues.

Among them, Anne, who still has an innocent expression with her eyes open, looks out of place.

And, against the backdrop of Anne's ruddy face and the smile at the corners of her mouth, that innocence became very fake.

Martin noticed that the black and red halo around her had almost condensed, becoming a substance-like mist, faintly surrounding Anne's side.

Witnessing this scene, Martin almost instantly made a judgment that everything that was wrong in front of him must have something to do with this "Annie"!

Someone had the same idea as Martin.

I saw an old shepherd not far from "Annie" had sneaked to her side quietly, and the next moment, a fierce hand knife slashed at "Annie's" white neck.

Regardless of whether there is a problem with this "Annie", this knife can do anything, either to put the girl who is drenched in a short slumber, or to force the other person to take action, and to respond in a way that goes beyond her innocent appearance, and this can also prove that there is something wrong with this person.

None of the shepherds present questioned the old man's approach, and everyone thought that it was the right choice, and even if anyone knew the identity of the girl, they did not feel that there was anything wrong with it.

It was an annual "big worship", and as a long-time security officer, the shepherds had faced too many emergencies and times of crisis, and they knew that there was no room for error, and they knew that the consul, who was known for his severity, could understand.

Just as everyone was waiting for the knife to slash at the girl's neck, an unexpected person suddenly appeared and grabbed the old man's right wrist.

He was dressed in a platinum robe, had short brown hair, and was tall.

It turned out to be Thomas Norton.

The bishop still had a smiling expression on his face, holding the ancient book of the Blessings in his left hand.

Martin's eyes instantly widened.

What's going on?

It was clear that there was something wrong with this "Annie", but as the bishop of Cavides, the administrator of the Cathedral of Capernaum prevented the action against her, and Martin couldn't think of a reason.

The old shepherd was also puzzled, and looked at the tall bishop with a puzzled look.

"Gollum... Gollum ......"

At this moment, bursts of dense bubbles sounded in the prayer hall.

Above the heads of those believers with their eyes closed, countless bubbles appeared out of thin air and then quietly rose, reflecting multicolored brilliance in the sunlight shining through the shutters.

As they rise, the bubbles get bigger and bigger, and Martin notices that something seems to be present in the bubbles.

Some kind of creature.

The bubbles are like wombs, and the process by which they rise and grow larger is the process of embryonic growth, and Martin watched as the embryos grew from a point to a vague head, legs, and a tail.

Their heads began to swell, their foreheads bulged, irregular fascia and muscles covered their faces, rows of craggy fangs sprouted rapidly, and rows of dorsal fins of fish creatures began to protrude from their backs, on which bone spurs of varying lengths grew.

In the short time that the bubble had risen to burst, the creatures had grown into ugly-looking fish-men, who opened their bean-sized yellow cloudy eyes and locked onto the crowd below.

"Poof... Puff puff puff ......"

Countless huge bubbles burst in midair, and then, the slime-covered fish all fell, baring their steel needle-like fangs and muttering muffled words from their mouths, swooping down from the sky towards the unresponsive believers below, as if asleep.

Bishop Thomas was the first to strike.

I saw that the "Book of Blessings" in his hand had been opened at some point, and the words on the page were like roaring beasts, making a series of sharp blades piercing the paper, which was faintly mixed with countless howls of pain, both men and women.

With this strange and terrible voice, the dots of ink broke free from the shackles of the Book of Hephers, leaped onto Bishop Thomas's face, and splashed onto his white gold robes, which made the bishop look a little strange, like a stained holy light.

"Law Four: Polarity."

Thomas looked at the fish people who were about to impale many believers with their long spiked tails, and the ink stains on his face and robe slowly disappeared, as if they had been absorbed into it.

At the same time, an ethereal but majestic voice appeared out of thin air in the main hall.

"Everything has two poles."

"All truth is half truth."

"The two sides of the extreme are always connected."

"To like is not to like."

"Harm is protection."

He had not spoken, and the words seemed to have been in this prayer hall for a long time; The speed of the words was obviously slow, but it was clear that it was finished before the many fishmen fell.

After the words fell, those slippery fishmen who were originally extremely arrogant, and those ugly creatures who were originally going to take the names of the believers present, suddenly had some strange expressions on their faces.

It was a mixture of pity, affection, and protection, and Martin didn't know how the thin musculature of the fish-men made such complex expressions, but these emotions were on the faces of all the fish-men.

They all retracted their sharp tails in mid-air, and gently landed beside their respective target believers, carefully looking at the humans in front of them, as if caring for treasures, making a "woo" aggrieved sound, completely devoid of the ferocity and ruthlessness just now.

Martin was speechless in shock as he witnessed all this.

That voice had no effect on him, it seemed to be just an ordinary prayer proverb, but it was terrifying enough to make these vicious fishmen change their thoughts and behaviors.

Martin then remembered the mysterious and unpredictable seductive abilities of the other party when he first met the Bishop of Thomas, and let him say what was in his heart.

This is somewhat similar to the current situation, but Martin still can't see which deck's power it is, and what it has to do with the Heelforth Book in his hand.

The tall bishop didn't know what Martin was thinking, and he made a second step soon after the fish people had been converted:

"Law 2: Consistency."

The same voice appeared again, only this time the coercion contained in it seemed to be more powerful, and the voice was no longer ethereal, but much clearer.

"As above, as above, as above."

"Like the source and the tributary, as the tributary and the source."

"Where the tributaries are, there is the source."

As the voice settled, Bishop Thomas looked at the fish-men who were still in a dazed state, and the pupils in his eyes were all gone, and the whites of his eyes filled his entire sockets.

His head turned countless times in an instant, leaving countless phantoms, and his gaze was projected in all directions irregularly, as if he was chasing some kind of invisible object, some kind of illusory connection.

Finally, his gaze finally stopped.

On the other end of the line of sight, there is Martin.

Father Thomas's white-eyed eyes fixed on Martin emotionlessly.

In a trance, Martin felt as if he was being targeted by a fat being on a high platform, with a long paper of judgment and a cold gavel in front of him.

Countless white feathers flew one after another, and the sound of wings fluttering sounded around him.

The next moment, Bishop Thomas, who was holding the wide-open Book of Heaff, came to him, and his fingers were hooked to choke Martin's throat.