047 knew very well what had happened. Tonight, a secret experiment on the Holy Grail was being carried out in the Stasis Temple deep underground. 047 was not clear about the details, but it was obvious now that the experiment had gone out of control, and a tidal-like erosion was being released with the Stasis Temple as the source.
The ultimate oppression instantly descended upon the will of every demon hunter. That evil, cold and twisted feeling churned in their stomachs. Some demon hunters could not bear it for a moment, and they lifted their iron masks, bent over and retched.
They are demon hunters. After the [Baptism of God's Favor] and the implantation of secret blood, they are the most resistant to erosion among humans. But even so, 047's mind was shaken violently at this moment.
The intensity of this erosion was far beyond his imagination. It seemed that as long as 047 lost consciousness for a moment, his will would be completely swallowed up by the darkness. He took a deep breath and stayed rational.
047 looked at the demon hunters behind him in panic. Abnormal reactions appeared on them one by one. Under the cover of this erosion, they first felt physical discomfort, followed by mental discomfort.
This is erosion, like a black tide overflowing the dam of reason, looking for the fragile gap, seeping into it, widening the crack, and finally destroying the bottom line of reason.
These battle-hardened demon hunters were like this. 047 could hardly imagine the people in the Temple of Stasis. Not all of them were demon hunters, there were many ordinary people. They would probably be transformed into demons the moment the erosion broke out.
Soon 047's worries were responded to. In that magnificent church, bursts of roaring sounds were heard. Their shadows were illuminated by the sea of candlelight, like demons in mythology, walking out of that sacred place.
This is so similar to what is described in the Gospels, where the hateful demons crawl out from the shadows at God's feet and counterattack the Holy Spirit's Kingdom.
The tight protection of the Seven Hills became nothing at this moment. This time the enemy came from within them, the very core.
The evening breeze became sticky and carried the stench of blood.
They were still wearing holy robes, but beneath the pure white were twisted and mutated bodies. Their pale arms were covered with iron-blue blood vessels. Their once familiar faces had completely dried up and shrunk, and their eye sockets were deeply sunken, like dark whirlpools. They made whimpering sounds, as if they were chanting some strange melody, and then blood flowed from the corners of their mouths.
The demonized priests came in groups. They smelled the fear of the living, so they walked out of the magnificent hall, high above, looking down at the sword-wielding demon hunters.
What a horrible scene it was. Even 047's iron will hesitated for a moment. Judging from the degree of demonization by the priests, the intensity of the erosion was simply lethal, and it had only been a few minutes since the outbreak.
047 could no longer imagine what the stagnant temple beneath his feet looked like now.
The other demon hunters also realized this. They were terrified, and their hands holding their swords trembled slightly.
Before they could react, the next moment the demons roared forward and swooped down. They were thirsty for blood and flesh. Their whimpering roars carried the pain of their souls, and they cried and wailed.