.”

"Father Ethan, a fog has been detected inside."

The inside is over, but the outside is in a very serious atmosphere.

Sensitive people may smell a sign of checkmate.

On the main road at the front, a group of people are gathering.

There was a mixture of military and clergy, at least a few hundred in number, and several heavy weapons were scattered along the road.

Tanks, infantry fighting vehicles, artillery trucks armed with large-caliber howitzers and large-caliber machine guns, etc.

In front of these heavy weapons was a group of commanders, and in the center of this group stood a middle-aged man dressed in a priest's robe, and beside him stood soldiers of the same age and some clergy.

But the few people who were obviously in charge were staring at the front of the main road at this time, their brows furrowed.

"The fog?" Father Ethan looked at the monk in front of him and frowned.

As an assistant to Bishop Josefini, and perhaps even one of the chosen bishops, he naturally occupies a central position here.

It can be said that except for the Bishop of York, he is now in charge of all the outside affairs.

"Yes." Brother Colantan said calmly.

"This is a report brought by a colleague in front of me, and the speed of the spread is very fast, I'm afraid that in ten minutes, I will be able to reach here."

Father Ethan's brow furrowed, and he looked forward.

At the end of the field of vision, there was indeed a faint mist wafting through the dense forest on both sides.

He remembered the previous order of the Bishop of York.

"Colonel Malik, Father Cames, have all the inhabitants been dispersed?" Father Ethan looked at the other clergy and the other soldier.

Father Cames replied to Colonel Malik, who nodded in silence and exuded a capable temperament.

"When the residents of the small town of Lostester arrive, there should be no one inside."

Father Ethan nodded, and from what the inhabitants of the town of Lostster had said, it was the Bishop of York who told them to evacuate.

It is important to note that in the mouths of these residents, the Bishop of York, however, chose to go to Silent Hill alone.

Thinking of this, Father Ethan took a deep breath and looked at the one in front of him.

"Brother Korantan, let them come back and quickly evacuate outside the enchantment circle,

Nothing can be left out of the place. ”

Brother Colantan nodded yes and quickly left the place.

For a moment, there was only silence left in the audience.

Only the sound of heavy breathing only indicates how tense the atmosphere is.

"The fog is starting to spread." Father Ethan's attention has always been at the end of his vision.

Not long after Brother Colantan left, the white mist, which had been misty like a light veil, seemed to begin to thicken.

The white mist, which gradually turned from faint to thick, spread extremely fast, and soon enveloped the mountains and forests there, blurring the trees and mountains at the end of the view, as if covered by a veil of mystery.

As time passed, the dense fog became denser and denser, and began to hit this side little by little, and the dense fog hundreds of meters high obscured everything, crushing everything that passed by like a huge wheel.

The scene is spectacular.

"Retreat."

Seeing this scene, Father Ethan immediately led everyone back behind the heavy weapons, staring at the rapidly spreading fog in front of him, his face a little heavy.

These dense fogs seem to be nothing, just normal white fog, but they can put a shadow on people's hearts, and this is as if the heavy pressure of Mount Tai has been lingering inside and outside the body.

"It doesn't feel right." Father Ethan said in a deep voice.

Everyone next to him nodded.

The people present were not ordinary people, and under normal circumstances, the dense fog that covered the sky and the sun would not make them feel such heavy pressure.

Now for some unknown reason, each of them felt some kind of pressure that was as heavy as the top of Tarzan, as if some terrifying monster was walking in the thick fog.

All the soldiers present clenched their guns and weapons in their hands, and some of them subconsciously held their breath and licked their dry lips in an attempt to relieve the pressure.

Heavy breathing becomes heavier.

Suddenly, something fell from the sky, one by one, on the faces and bodies of the soldiers, some clergy.

They subconsciously reached out and touched it, catching something that fell from the sky.

It was a gray-white snowflake like a white snowflake.

"Father Ethan, look." Father Cames, who was next to him, reached out and took the gray and white snowflakes that fell in front of him in the air, crushed them, and said in a deep voice.

His face turned heavy.

"It's ashes."

Looking at the crushed ashes in Father Cames's hands, Father Ethan's brow never relaxed, he actually felt that the surrounding environment had changed, and he also felt that a strange power had always existed when it began to spread from the fog.

"There's a force that's subtly transforming the environment in which we live." Father Ethan said in a deep voice.

"I'm afraid this is just the power that a certain existence naturally exudes."

As soon as these words came out, the people present looked at the dense fog in front of them and the gray and white snowflakes falling in the air, and they all took a deep breath, and their hearts had already sunk.

"In other words, if this statue exists, as long as you want to, you can directly change the environment."

Father Ethan sighed, and glanced at the enchantment circle that slowly lit up because of the changes in front of him, and the white light connected the formations everywhere, and began to form a huge barrier that only the clergy could see.

"Get ready, I'm afraid this battle will be difficult." Father Ethan looked at Colonel Malik, who was silent.

"Colonel Malik, if anything changes, leave with all the inhabitants in your battalion."

Because of the vocation of a soldier, Colonel Malik nodded.

"I understand."

After saying that, he left the place with several soldiers present.

Seeing this, Father Ethan looked up at the gray snowflakes in the sky, carefully felt the strange power that lingered around him, and took a deep breath.

"Next, our clergy will serve as the first resistance front."

"Understood!" All the priests present nodded their heads and said nothing.

"Father Ethan, what do you think of Lord Bishop York?" Father Cames spoke, looking at the dense fog that was only a few kilometers away from reaching the sky.

Father Ethan shook his head, looked at the spectacular apocalyptic scene in front of him and sighed:

"I don't know, there's no news at the moment, only that Lord Bishop York has headed for his destination."

Father Cames was silent for a while, then calmly said, "If even the Bishop of York can't solve this matter, I'm afraid we can't."

Hearing this, Father Ethan pursed his lips, took out his mobile phone from the bag next to him, and dialed a phone number.

The call was made by Bishop Josefini, who had been waiting for news, and had been sitting in the Grand Diocese of Charleston, West Virginia, sitting on the balcony of the side building, staring into the void, not knowing what he was looking at, not knowing what he was thinking.

He didn't blink until there was movement in his ears.

"Bishop Josefini, it's Father Ethan's call." Behind him came the voice of a clergyman, who was still holding a cell phone in his hand.

Bishop Josefini nodded, and took the phone that had been handed to him.

"Hey."

Father Ethan said, "Bishop, things have changed slightly, and according to the scale, it is probably above the level of VII."

He told his bishop all about the current situation, the fog in front of him, and the ash snowflakes that fell from the sky.

Without waiting for Bishop Josefini to speak, Father Ethan exhaled lightly and said calmly.

"There hasn't been any news from Lord Bishop York since he came in."

After saying this, Father Ethan's heart sank a little, because he was thinking in a bad direction.

Who knew that the mobile phone actually heard the chuckle of his own bishop.

Father Ethan was stunned, and before he could think of anything, the calm voice of Bishop Josefini came from his mobile phone.

"Everybody is going to die, but this guy Yorkie is not like us."

Father Ethan pursed his lips and glanced at the dense fog that kept spreading in front of him, and now the dense fog in front of him was so thick that it obscured the sky and the sun, except for the places that did not spread, there was nothing else but the white fog, even the sunlight was swallowed in, and his only feeling was that the dense fog seemed to have some terrifying existence, inhabiting the deepest part of the dense fog.

"Bishop!"

"You haven't been in contact with York, you don't understand." Hearing Father Ethan's words, Bishop Josefini shook his head, his gaze a little dark.

"York's style is still based on his own life, he cherishes his life more than anyone else, and if he is not sure, this guy will not move forward alone."

Father Ethan was silent.

Bishop Josefini looked up into the distance, as if he could really see something, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"He is our future pope, and you, you must at least have some confidence in the pope you will serve in the future."

Speaking of this, Bishop Josefini heard a heavy breathing sound from his mobile phone, and just smiled and said with some emotion.

"I'm old, it's time to retire, and I'll rely on you young people to take charge in the future."

"Bishop, please don't say these things." Father Ethan gritted his teeth.

Bishop Josefini smiled into his phone and scolded: "People are so old, I can't retire if I don't retire, I don't want to wipe your butts every day." ”

Father Ethan wanted to say something, but Bishop Josefini preemptively said gently.

"Of course, I can still escort you for a few years, so you have to grow as soon as possible, you are too weak for now."

Father Ethan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and Bishop Josefini heard it with regret in his eyes.

In fact, the world is not as peaceful and peaceful as it is now, but in the old years it was turbulent, and when he was a trainee priest, the Church sacrificed several times more people than it does now.

Among them, there are not people of the rank of bishop who die in the fight against demons.

In a big event, it is not uncommon for more than a dozen bishops to die.

And he was also during that period, he experienced an unknown number of battles, and it was normal for him to be seriously injured, walking and walking, and unconsciously came to the point where he is today.

Now, he didn't know how long it had been since he had heard of the death of a bishop.

These peacetime young people are still a little too tender for their old people who have experienced the turbulent years, like a female bird that has just learned to fly.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of York.

"Now that I think about it, this guy is really a bit special, when he was a trainee priest, he would go to find something to do by himself, Britain, island countries, France and other countries have this guy's figure, and I don't know which old acquaintance in hell has secretly fought a fight."

Thinking about it, Bishop Josefini was a little happy, and I don't know if he was getting old, so he began to reminisce about the past.

He remembered that one day Pope Gregory laughed, and after he asked, he remembered that he laughed too.

He still remembers what the Pope said.

"Do you know, Josefini, this kid actually asked me how to go to hell, I asked him why he wanted to go to hell, do you know what he answered,

This kid said with a gritted tooth expression that he wanted to avenge his believers, because he failed to exorcise the demon, and the demon killed his believers and ran away, hahahaha, it's really daring, but I like it, so I told him"

Bishop Josefini smiled, feeling in his heart that he was really old.

"Hehe, you continue to wait for news from York, he should not let you face an enemy you can't pay.

Do you know why, because he went there alone, and only let you stay where you are, to prevent the trash fish that he didn't pay attention to from escaping. ”

"But," Father Ethan looked at the dense fog and the gray snowflakes in the air that were only more than a hundred meters away in front of him, and hesitated, the scene that appeared at this moment made him feel a little stressed.

"Trust your own future Pope." Bishop Josefini said calmly.

"Father Ethan, it's just a preliminarily Class VII event, and it's not too late for you to say anything more when it comes to Event XII."

Father Ethan took a deep breath and could only nod yes, he wanted to say something, but suddenly the sound of Kaka came from the phone,

His heart tightened, because this was a sign that the phone was losing signal.

Father Ethan subconsciously looked up, and the light of the circle brightened, flowing with the light of holy power.

In front of these bright barriers was a thick fog that reached into the sky, gray and white, and the scene inside could not be seen.

"The fog is really made of some force." Seeing that the barrier blocked the thick fog, Father Ethan no longer cared about the phone and squeezed it hard.

"Otherwise, if it was a normal dense fog, it would have penetrated the barrier a long time ago."

"Prepare to meet the enemy."

Without further words, after saying the orders that sounded like military orders, Father Ethan put his phone back in his bag, and then took out the Bible he carried with him every day, staring at the thick fog blocked by the canopy-like barrier.

The clergy around him all brought out their Bibles.

The monks next to him silently drew their knightly swords and came to their priests without saying a word, ready to charge for them.

The battalion soldiers behind them also raised their guns and aimed them at the dense fog in front of them, under the shouts of their own commanders.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere sank.

As soon as something appears in the fog, they will be fully saturated.

The heavy breathing began to disappear, and everyone subconsciously held their breath.

At this moment, a sudden movement sounded.

Everyone tensed up and was ready to go.

Only Father Ethan frowned, remembering the words of his bishop.

In the next second, the words that came from the dense fog made him suddenly widen his eyes, and he hurriedly raised his hand and said loudly.

"Everyone, don't move!"

Because he heard a word.

"Area, your power is leaking again." This small voice that couldn't be smaller seemed to be a little helpless.

"Such a big move."

"I'm sorry, Uncle York, it's been a long time since I've been useless, and I'm a little rusty." This was followed by a weak, smaller voice.

"Am I causing trouble again?"

(End of chapter)