A drop of blood flowed from Jack's tentacle wound and dripped onto the bluestone floor, writhing from side to side as if it were alive, and the indestructible bluestone beneath his feet began to soften.

The statue in the middle of the chamber made a "sizzling" sound, and a large number of wooden discs rose up, and the surface of the rotten wooden pillars of the sea water that had been infiltrated by the decaying maggots was full of patterns, and the whole place erupted with an ancient, solemn but extremely evil aura from a thousand years ago.

With his transcendent perception and the teachings of the state religion, Norton immediately recognized that this was a sacrifice ritual where countless sins had occurred, and he could only hold Jack in a corner of the secret room and cover him with clothes, and since he had no weapons or armor, he could only cover him with the coat that he took off to wipe Jack's tears and hide him.

A huge energy was projected on the big rat statue in the middle, and the indescribable unknown energy transformed the bluestone itself, and the bluestone burst open, and every stone chip, every grain of dust, was transformed into flesh and blood.

A creature that exudes a lot of magical energy takes the place of the statue and rises from the dust...

The creature wears a mask painted with tadpole-like runes, resembles a three-meter-tall mouse, has six elf-like ears, and has human hands and feet.

It moved in place for a while, as if it had just woken up, and kindly walked in front of Norton, who had his back to Jack.

"Hi, Monotheist. Where is my offering? How about giving me your soul? ”

Norton didn't let his guard down: "No, let us out, where did you come from?"

The rat lay lazily on the ground and looked directly at Norton: "Don't you want to master my abilities?" Not afraid of poisoning, eternal youth, control rot and filth? ”

Norton shook his head, automatically marking the rat into a demagogic demon and raised his hand and threw a thunder gun out.

"Monotheism is always a disgusting corpse of holy magic, don't look at me now as just a filthy god projection..."

Before the rat could finish speaking, Norton struck it again with lightning bolts.

The rat was disgusted by this aether-shifting type and let out a beastly growl at Norton.

It took off its mask, swelled to four meters, and six asymmetrical eyes stared straight at Norton from top to bottom.

Lacking the basic resistance of the Church armor to blasphemy and filth, Norton, who was cursed by this gaze, felt as if his heart was being held by a hand, and with a once, two blows, his heart began to pluck cold, his eyes blackened, and he wanted to vomit.

The rat took the opportunity to bump into Norton's chest, and with a flick of its big tail catapulted him onto the immobile bluestone wall.

Staggering to his feet, Norton understood that his usual tactics of breaking through ten thousand spells had no effect on the evil god projection, and he could only try to use his skills to consume it.

"It would be nice if the wolf girl was here, as long as she resisted the attack and destroyed the channel of the projection."

Trying to avoid looking the mouse in the eye, Norton performed a quick prayer that triggered a miracle as the giant stigmata enveloped the mouse like a python, forming countless white ropes around it.

The rat hated this energy, kept retreating, and its body began to become transparent, and when Norton was about to step forward to use gravity or miracle to solve the battle, one accidentally looked the mouse in the eye again.

A corrupt force came to the surface, and a large number of black spots began to appear on Norton's body, and the tips of his left fingers began to necrosis, if it weren't for the previous bluestone, there was still a large amount of blessing left on his body, and now Norton might have fallen to the ground, only the incoming qi and no out.

Norton's whole body was depleted, and he staggered to a corner to recover, although he was still struggling, the projection still did not give up the attack, and it began to emit an acidic stench that covered the entire chamber.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Norton circled around Jack and wrote a prayer with magical powers, forming a shield against filth.

Just as he was worrying about Jack, the big 80-centimeter tail hit his back again.

"Smack!" Norton was once again bounced to the bluestone with great force, and it bounced several times before stopping, like a pinball.

Although the projection of this little evil god was easy to banish, it still knocked Norton's back down, after all, the curse just applied made Norton's ability to resist blows quite weak.

"Let's go head-to-head, don't touch that mouthman."

Although the rat entity was dispersed and made much more transparent, the sentence seemed to offend him, and he put away the poisonous mist and whipped another whip at Norton.

Norton rolled into the majestic statue of the mouse, and used the magic blessing of the bluestone to block the attack, grabbing the tail that the mouse pulled back and getting close to the mouse.

A foul of smell turned into a green entity, burrowing into Norton's nose.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Norton quickly gave himself the final reinforcement of almost all of his energy, preventing all the attacks of the rats.

The hard, sticky fur was covered with acidic liquid, and the projection thought that this would allow Norton to let go of his hand due to the pain of his palm, and use the body's advantage to destroy the man's pride with a tail or a curse or plague bestowed by the body, turning him into his own believer.

But patience with pain and temptation happens to be the most basic doctrine of the Anglicans, and Norton didn't say a word, holding back the sharp pain in his hands.

The left palm is more corroded than the right palm, and the bones can be seen through the cracks in the necrotic muscles, while the right hand is still intact.

With all his strength, he pulled out his left hand and plunged it into the mouse's eye, destroying his vision.

The rat was in pain, and flung on the spot like a bull, but did not injure Jack, and still maintained the pride of the evil god.

Seeing that the projection was getting fainter and fainter by the stigma wrapped around his body, Norton knew that as long as he dragged it until the evil god projection dissipated, he could deal with this kind of enemy that needed to be expelled, and he could reshape his body from the ground up no matter how many times he destroyed the carrier.

The battle began to become much easier, and a sudden thought was born in Norton's mind, he hooked the arm of his left hand around the mouse's neck, supported his body from falling, pressed his right hand on the mouse, and began to imitate the bishop's exorcism despite the intense burning of his body.

The miracle really happened, and unlike previous miracles, this energy was generated out of thin air, and the stigma on the rat's body turned into blessed white flames, and the places burned by the flames began to turn into white ashes.

Two piercing kung fu, the flames that spread all over the body devoured the rats.

The aftermath of all energy dissipated, and the entire space changed back to its original appearance, with a statue of a mouse still placed in the middle, and a small trumpet rat surrounded by a solemn treasure around, but the flames, tentacles, and bluestone blocking the way were all gone.

Norton's injuries hadn't gone away, and the bruises in his body and the residual burning sensation from his subcutaneous wounds to his bones still reminded him of the difficulty of the expulsion, but his appearance had not changed.

After resting on the ground for a long time, he regained a little strength, and then stood up with all his strength and walked slowly to the place where Jack was placed.

Jack is gone!

"Jack? Jack..."Norton began to climb up the passage down the dripping stairs and found Jack.

"Are you alright?" Norton asked, pressing his temple.

Jack: "Big brother, this is my secret base, show you the baby I raised."

Norton didn't look at the mouse this time, but looked at the secret passage as he went down.

The entrance is gone...

The evil god erased the time when the two of them were below, and everything was restored to its original state, and Jack, who had not been studied and trained, was even erased from this memory.

"If the Anglican gods hadn't given me protection, would my memory have been erased? But the wound is real, if you can't hit it next time you encounter a projection... Will die... What the hell is going on in subspace? ”

Norton didn't bother to think about it so much, if the wolf girl didn't come back, he would have to find a way to leave on his own, he rudely stopped Jack, picked him up and forced him out of the building.