In front of Sheron Sen, it was like a hell, dozens of pollutants lying on their stomachs in the bloodstains on the ground, howling wildly. It was a newborn.

Even before he came in, it was hell.

Where he is now is a church in the slums.

Or rather, a place of pleasure disguised as a church.

The "priest" kept young girls in check, controlled them with fear and drugs, and forced them to "atone" for their guests with their bodies in exchange for a large amount of money.

When Sherron, draped in a black cloak, walks into the church, an unsightly image is happening.

Perhaps thinking that he was also a guest, no one stopped him at first.

Schellen's gaze looked beyond the distorted scenes to the girls who were chained to the cross, and asked in a low voice, "Will you serve the gods?" ”

The girls looked at him vacantly, silently.

Gods, demons, and humans may not be any different in their eyes.

Thinking they had agreed, Schellen unfastened his cloak.

Under the cloak is a monster with the head of a sheep and a human body.

He had a black goat's head and horns coiled around the sides of his head, and his upper body was covered with rough wool and the lower half of his body was covered with slippery fish scales. Despite being severely mutated physically and mentally, miraculously, he still retains a roughly human form, with at least hands and feet.

Schellen gently kissed the girls' foreheads, as if kissing his lover gently.

The girl began to howl.

The man began to run away.

The monsters broke free of their chains and began to bite their owners and guests.

The blood flowed down and pooled into a river, which flowed to Sherron's feet, slimy.

Others tried to resist, pulling out a long machete from under the table and slashing at Schellen, but before they could run to him, they were torn apart by the contaminants.

Eventually, the torn bodies twisted into the same contaminant, and they gathered together and frantically chanted the gods' prayers, "Mi gardas Kapricornon."

Why did they receive full revelation? And he didn't? A trace of doubt flashed through Xie Lun's mind.

It was not difficult for him to utter every syllable of the prayer, but he had not yet grasped the full meaning of the phrase. This is not a complete revelation.

Or, not outright pollution.

It was as if something deep inside was preventing him from stepping into the last step of no return.

It was clear that he had chosen to believe in the gods, and he was pleased with his beliefs, but it was himself who stopped him.

As a result, as a spreader of pollution, the degree of pollution on his body is somehow lighter than that of the monsters he polluted.

The Blackstone Institute classifies the level of contamination into four levels: mild, moderate, severe, and completely polluted.

Mild pollution refers to mental shock, but no physical changes. People with mild pollution usually recover after recuperation and do not require special treatment.

Moderate pollution refers to physical and mental abnormalities, but not to a severe degree. Moderate pollution can be treated by surgery, mental counseling, etc., but it may leave certain sequelae, and it is recommended to use spiritual medicine to assist treatment if possible.

Heavy pollution refers to serious physical and mental changes that gradually depart from the scope of human beings. Ordinary medical methods are no longer effective against heavy polluters, but if there is a chance to suppress them with large doses of spiritual power, there is still a glimmer of hope.

Total pollution refers to a pollutant, the body has been completely deformed, and the spirit is in harmony with the deity to which it belongs, and it can no longer be recovered. The Blackstone Institute has one attitude towards them - kill.

According to a study by the Research Institute, only pollutants can fully comprehend prayers, but their minds have become completely confused and no communication is possible. Moderate to heavy polluters, on the other hand, have only a vague idea of prayer.

Sherren Sen is a heavy polluter.

He's not like those pollutants.

They are closer to the gods than he is.

He looked at the contaminants that twisted and crawled on the ground, and suddenly lost the excitement of spreading faith for the gods, and he felt a little bored for no reason.

With a twisted grin, he picked up the machete on the ground and chopped through the contaminants one at a time.

When dawn came, Sheron Sen carried a knife and tilted his head to look at the wriggling minced flesh in front of him.

They're not dead yet.

Only transcendents transformed by spiritual powers can kill pollutants.

Other than that, even he can't.

The power of pollution also cannot kill its own kind.

Similar......

Sherren scoffed.

His minced flesh was wriggling and fusing until it formed a huge fungus blanket that covered the entire church.

Pollutants belonging to the same deity are inherently homogeneous, and no matter what species they are in life, after being polluted, they can almost be identified as the same organism in terms of "blood" and "spirit".

In the absence of spiritual suppression, if a group of pollutants are broken up and piled together, it is normal for them to use minced meat to aggregate and regenerate a large pollutant.

In the same way, if you cut a pollutant into two pieces and place them far away, they will become two contaminants.

Even...... Schellen could feel that the polluted flesh and blood that had splashed on him were also moving invisibly, polluting him, eroding him, trying to integrate into his body.

But, what are they? Are they also worthy of being close to the great gods?

He is the closest believer to God! He is!

He will definitely not be as dirty as them!

The violent will overpowered the filthy whispers for a moment, and he resisted the erosion of the pollution in an alternative way, which in turn devoured and maintained a human-like form.

Pollutants have no concept of life and death, and no individual consciousness, but Schellen does.

At the time of fusion, his will overpowered the will of the many pollutant chaos and became the only one.

"Mi gardas Kapricor—" Schelon whispered feverishly, one step closer to enlightenment.

Faintly, he seemed to see the stars in the sky and the deep sea.

His God is in heaven, on earth, in the sea, He is everywhere, He is omniscient, He is omnipotent.

He is everything, He is everything!!

And He is not here.

Just then, Sheron Sen heard a soft knock on the door outside the church.

Someone's coming.

The wriggling flesh on the ground is unconscious and does not respond to knockers. They just squirmed, letting out a chaotic, frantic whin.

The door was pushed open.

Not the "guest" who sent the money or the original owner of the church, but a girl in a thin cloth garment, about ten years old, with patches and obvious adult pants baggy and sagging around her ankles.

The girl's pupils were grayish-white, apparently invisible.

She was wearing a pair of old shoes with holes, stepping on the snow, the skin on her face was already blue from the cold, and her body was stained with blood and dust, and she seemed to have fallen a few times on the way here.

The blind girl could not see the bloody and terrifying picture in the church, nor did she know that the original owner of the cave had first turned into a monster and then chopped into meat sauce.

It's hell in another sense.

She just, bowing her head deeply, prayed in a very low voice, "I...... I want to sell myself. ”