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No response.

This is normal. Douglas said to himself silently.

His occult education always described the gods' responses as precious gifts.

What is happening here is not necessarily caused by the gods who hold the corresponding authority.

Of course, high-level seals and some other evil gods can do the same.

He waved his hand to dispel the spiritual wall, and the breeze blew out the faint flame at the top of the candle, and the room immediately went dark. Picking up the candles one by one and placing them back in the room drawer, Douglas walked over to the bathroom and knocked lightly on the door.

The little girl's voice sounded muffled through a door: "Uncle, is that you?" Open the door, I'm not going to run around. I'm hungry and I want to eat...... I'm so hungry......"

I don't know if it's an illusion, Douglas only felt that the little girl's voice was a little hoarse and slurred. Maybe I cried too much before.

“…… No way. He hesitated for a moment, looked back at the middle-aged couple who were still in a coma, did not change his mind, and said to the little girl ruthlessly, "Uncle is going to church, and you can't come out yet." ”

There was the sound of shuffling feet inside the door. The little girl did not answer him.

Douglas wasn't going to wait any longer, turned to the kitchen to wash off the blood on his body, and then left the building, moving quickly with abilities such as "Open the Door", "Travel", and "Hide in the Shadows".

He chose the latter among the train stations and the South City Gate suggested by Anderson, as the latter could pass by the Cathedral of the Sword on the way.

After all, the power of the individual is a drop in the bucket, and if there is anyone who can stop this extraordinary event now, it is the remnants of the self-proclaimed "resurrectionist" Church of the God of War.

If even the "resurrection faction" who held more than a dozen seals couldn't solve it, Douglas could only put down the plot of helping others and give priority to protecting himself.

After more than twenty minutes, he crouched on the top of a nearby building with complicated eyes, looking at the pale white hemispherical light curtain that shrouded around the church. The radius of the light curtain is more than 100 meters, successfully blocking those strange plants.

And the people who were lucky enough to squeeze into the protection of the light curtain did not need to be urged, they spontaneously knelt on the ground, and their voices trembled and chanted the name of the god of war repeatedly. Hundreds of different voices converge into a single voice, confessing their sins and praying for the protection of the gods.

The number of these survivors is still too small relative to the city as a whole.

But he also doesn't have the power to ask for more, at least he can see that the "resurrectionists" are trying to take control. And in the face of this extraordinary natural disaster, ordinary people may have to desperately wait for the road of redemption.

But if the gods don't respond, where is the salvation?

Douglas couldn't answer, so he turned around and headed south of the city. To avoid the plants on the ground, he simply walked along the roofs connected to the buildings.

Halfway through, about two blocks in front of me, a burst of fire erupted into the sky, accompanied by the dull rumble of a hundred cannons firing at the same time. Douglas was surprised to stop and see a four-story building swaying or even partially collapsing due to some kind of impact.

Almost at the same time, he shivered, and felt the temperature around him drop sharply, and a gloomy atmosphere came over him. The spiritual intuition trembled slightly, and Douglas immediately turned on his spiritual vision to look around, and found that the surrounding environment seemed to blend with the spiritual world, and among the mottled and interlaced color blocks, many spirits of different shapes were heading in the direction of the abnormality.

Before he could be surprised by this anomaly, a spirit creature suddenly burst out from very close to his right hand and pounced on Douglas. Before he could react, Douglas only felt dizzy, as if he had been stuffed into a drum washing machine and spun around hundreds of times.

When he could see his surroundings clearly, he was stunned to find that he was no longer on the original roof, but sitting in a messy street, in front of a partially collapsed, crumbling four-story building, and not far away several corpses that had fallen to the ground, in a hideous appearance.

Grass! Did that spirit creature throw me right where the accident happened? Douglas immediately rolled over and stood up, wanting to use the "trip" to quickly leave the scene, but he stopped his movements abruptly.

There is obviously an anomaly in the surrounding spirit world, and rushing through it may bring unknown consequences...... For example, being brought back by a spirit creature! His five fingers clenched into fists and released, raising two hundred percent vigilance to check his surroundings.

"It's not too stupid."

A cold voice came from behind him, and Douglas didn't look back, but turned into a pool of flowing shadows and distanced himself from the speaker, silently looking at the other party.

The speaker had a physique befitting of Fersak, dressed in the iconic silver and orange bishop's robes of the Church of the God of War, half hidden under a hood and half covered by a beard, revealing that it was a male.

Behind him was the evil spirit Douglas had seen, made of black mist and wearing a sealed ring. Behind the man, the evil spirit was like a puppy with a rope in the hands of its owner, with its head bowed and unusually quiet.

This strange combination made Douglas stunned for a moment, and then thought of a possibility. He appeared a few dozen meters away and asked tentatively, "Can you drive evil spirits, no, spirits?" What are you doing? ”

The other party did not deny his speculation, but raised his chin and said succinctly: "The heir of the evil god is coming, I need you to help me solve this trouble, otherwise, we will all die." ”

“…… Your Excellency," Douglas shook his head firmly as he doubted his ears, "and even if you tell the truth, I'm afraid there is nothing I can do. I'm sure you, as a local bishop, must have ......"

Before he could finish speaking, his face changed, and he turned his head to look at the collapsed building. I saw that under the overlapping bricks and tiles, a black inhuman arm poked out and propped up on the ground. As the muscles in his arms puffed up and exerted force, the creature under the ruins tore itself out entirely, letting out a shrill roar like the friction of iron sheets.

It is nearly three meters tall and has dull and rough skin that appears to be covered in hair; On the top of its head is a coiled horn covered with mysterious patterns, and behind it is a pair of wide bat wings, exuding a faint smell of sulfur.

However, what caught Douglas's attention even more was that this "demon" in a folk tale actually bulged high in the abdomen, like a woman who was pregnant for ten months!

The skin of the "demon", which originally revealed a black evil smell, was propped up as if it was broken at the slightest poke, and the blood color could almost be seen, not to mention that the abdomen would change its outline from time to time, bulging here and denting there, as if there was really a fetus constantly swinging its hands and feet in it.

He subconsciously wanted to use his "spiritual vision" to see what it was, but his body froze suddenly.

Can't watch!

Will die!

The crazy warning from instinct made Douglas sober up in an instant, get rid of his reckless emotions, and a layer of cold sweat oozed from his back.

Seemingly tormented by the contents of his belly, the "demon" raised his dark green eyes, his rectangular pupils locked on Bishop Fursack and Douglas, and raised his hand to wave dozens of light blue sulfur fireballs, striking them respectively with a whooshing wind.

Bishop Fursack's eyes narrowed, and several spirits in the void who had surrendered to him immediately stepped forward, dedicating themselves to blocking the brimstone fireball.

Douglas didn't dare to slack off and flee into the shadows, but instead of running away, he approached Bishop Fursack and asked in surprise and anger, "Is it really the heir of the evil god?!" ”

"Of course, all the monsters you see in the city are contaminated by it." Bishop Fursak said, turning his head to look at him deeply, "You also know what happens if you let the Evil God's Heir be born, so help me." Of course, if you refuse, I'll kill you right away to get your nice seal. ”

In the second half of the sentence, the bishop's aura was even more cold and terrifying, like a gatekeeper of the underworld, holding the boundary between life and death.

Douglas's face changed several times, and his thoughts raced. Escaping now, he will undoubtedly be attacked by both the demon and the bishop, and in the absence of being able to use the spirit realm to get out quickly, he is indeed not sure that he will leave from these two guys intact.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, and the hand in his coat pocket quietly pinched the only remaining charm: "Okay, I'll stay!" But in return, when it's over, you're going to find me a spirit to drive. ”

-

West side of the city of Yetonaev, train platform.

Thanks to the river that runs through the city and nearby factories, residents in the west of the city have plenty of materials to close the streets and stop the spread of strange plants. Panicked survivors still flocked to the train platform in fear to get out of the once-amiable and now terrifying city.

However, all the trains that stopped at the station were starved of fuel, and no one dared to cross the river to bring enough coal back from the monster pile, and the matter came to an impasse. Even so, people are willing to huddle on the small platform, refusing to leave the only hope, even if the crowd is too overwhelming to turn around.

Even the "magician" Vanna, who was flexible and flexible enough, was almost drowned in the human wave. Leaving the platform where sardines were canned, she gasped for breath, feeling for the first time how sweet the night air was.

When her breathing calmed down, she quickly found Anderson on the top floor of a five-story building, and asked with a frown, "When will Don Boss arrive?" ”

"Tomorrow, at least after the sun rises."

Vanna's expression twisted uncontrollably: "...... Wouldn't it be too late? ”

"I believe that both Donne and Duke Caesar have normal IQ levels." Anderson said, looking up at the red moon hanging high in the sky, "It's too expensive to deal with those monsters at night...... By the way, you can evacuate first, I think it should be safe to follow the railway. ”

"What about you?"

"Well, we have to wait, the thread that was released hasn't bitten yet."

"I'm glad to know you remember this." Vanna reached into her pocket, pulled out a crumpled cigarette and bit it between her teeth, and watched as Anderson reached out and touched the end of the cigarette without hesitation, lighting a fire for herself. She sighed a little relaxed, and said lazily, "But can you guarantee that the bait you put down will not be swallowed by the big fish in one bite?" ”

The hunter watched her expression with interest, "You don't look worried. It seems that Russell's words are true, 'a woman's mind is like a needle at the bottom of the sea', elusive! ”

Vanna gave him a non-graceful look, and after a moment of silence, she muttered in a low voice, "All my divination with him will fail, there should be a high-order extraordinary person behind this guy, what is there to worry about." ”

"If this explanation reassures you, I won't say anything more." Anderson let out a "huh" and leaned against the window frame with his arms folded, a wry smile on his face.

Looking at his smile, Fanna inexplicably felt the urge to raise her slap and exhale.

She thought about it seriously for a moment, and felt that a slap was nothing, anyway, hunters were rough and thick-skinned.

Before she could put her idea into practice, Anderson tilted his head slightly, as if listening to something, and a crimson fire rose from the depths of his turquoise eyes, indicating that someone was calling him as a "leader" through a psychic link.

"Ha, it's a big scene......"

He stretched his arms and relaxed his shoulders, nodded to Vanna, and then deftly climbed out of the window frame to the top of the building, turning into a flaming spear that shot out like a meteor that pierced the night sky.