I’m Really Not The Demon God’s Lackey

Chapter 148: Old priest

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Vincent grew up at the Dome Church and spent his childhood in an orphanage funded by the church. Many of his companions later became dedicated priests like him.

In his youth, after he was baptized and became an official priest, he worked to help the poor in this "Charity Church" and lived a hard life with the old priest.

The old priest's name is Terrence. In Vincent's heart, he is an ordinary but great old man. He selflessly provides free medical treatment for the poor. Although his own magic level is at the bottom of the abnormal level, But his medical skills are superb.

Although Renai Church is also very poor, even the church itself is an extremely rare wooden church - in fact, it is an ordinary log cabin. The poor are even worse.

But Terrence is not discouraged by this, but often encourages the priests who follow him. Helping others is their duty as priests. Under the gaze of the moon, the gratitude of others is the best reward.

However, some people may have been inspired at the beginning, but over time, they gradually could not bear this kind of life, and chose to transfer to other parishes.

Even Vincent is the same - he has been the longest child to follow the old priest, but after all, he has the ability to leave here and benefit more believers.

Vincent was deeply influenced by the old priest, so when performing his duties as a priest, he often strives to be the best, completely different from other colleagues who can avoid it, so he is deeply loved by the believers. The seven parishes are quite famous.

If there is one place in the world that can make Vincent feel absolutely at ease, it is only this small Church of Charity.

He believed that maybe the old priest would not believe himself, but he would definitely protect himself.

"I hid for one night and left immediately. No, I will leave as long as the injury heals enough that it doesn't affect my movement. I can't implicate the old priest, but I need to explain to him about the Holy Moon Brain, and let him be vigilant, so as not to be controlled..."

Vincent leaned against the door panel, panting and thinking, and heard shouts and knocks in the distance. The noises came one after another, the lights of the houses were lit, and people woke up one after another to check the status of the inquiry, and then there were exclamations. with messy footsteps.

Vincent's heart sank. As a priest, he naturally understood that this was a situation where an order to encircle and suppress a heretic was issued, the parish was blocked, and the people responded spontaneously.

These voices came from a radius of several kilometers and were now clearly audible in his ears.

Vincent suddenly realized that his body was completely different, and touched his eye sockets that still had a burning pain.

Although his vision was pitch black, he could tell which lights were on.

No one understands the power of the Dome Church better than him... And now, he is fighting against such a behemoth.

There was a sound of unzipping the chains behind the door that was backed up. The security in the slums is very poor, and even churches that are not worth coveting need to lock the door.

"crunch-"

Half of the door opened, Terrence put on his old priest's robe and just stepped out in a hurry, when he saw the dark shadow half lying beside the door, he was shocked.

"Who... Vincent?!"

The old priest was shocked and recognized the child he had guided, and then saw the blood stains, wounds on Vincent's body, and two blood holes on his face when he raised his head.

"Vincent, what's wrong with you?! Did you encounter a dream beast, an evil spirit, and failed to exorcise the demon? Or did you encounter the heresy that triggered the blockade of the entire parish?!"

Vincent was quickly helped by the old priest, moved into the church, and placed on the bench.

The old priest has rich experience in treatment. He took out the medical box and began to quickly clean up the wound for Vincent, and cooperated with divine power to perform bandaging treatment.

But soon, he realized something was wrong.

The wound on Vincent's body was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The divine power only accelerated the process slightly. All the muscles, bones, and flesh were squirming and growing, intertwined, forming a very terrifying and shocking visual effect.

The scorched black wound on his skin quickly scabbed over, hardening like a scorched earth, and a faint golden-red light emanated from the cracks all over the body, slowly disappearing.

It's as if all the organs in his body are alive and breathing regularly...

Terrence took two steps back subconsciously, knocked over the medical box, and his eyes were a little horrified: "Vincent, my child, what the hell... is this going on?"

This is definitely not what a moon believer should be like. The moon has always been dark, quiet, and deep, and there will never be such a burst of symptoms.

He thought of the heretical wanted order he heard shouting outside just now, and an unbelievable and terrifying conjecture emerged in his heart.

The small church fell into silence, and the people outside had gathered spontaneously and knocked on the door of the church.

Terrence just opened the door lock, and now as long as he speaks, people outside will pour in.

In this silence, Vincent felt the gaze of the old priest.

Maybe fear, maybe disappointment...

He opened his mouth, felt his throat hoarse, and suddenly dared not tell the truth.

For the old priest, the good deeds he has done in his life are all because of his inner beliefs. He believes that the moon brings peace and harmony to people, and he is also committed to spreading the gospel of the moon, so that people can also believe in the moon and wash away the sins in their hearts. In this way… the world will become better.

If the old priest believed him, he would deny the meaning of everything he had done before.

"sorry… "

Vincent got down from the chair, knelt in front of the old priest, lowered his head, and said with difficulty: "I failed your expectations, betrayed the moon, the apostate heresy wanted by the church... It's me."

Terrence almost fainted, trembling and gritted his teeth, his eyes were angry and disappointed, he took a few deep breaths, and slapped Vincent on the shoulder in exasperation, saying: "So what are you doing here with me?! What do you expect? Do I cover up your crimes like I used to cover up your naughty pranks?! I am a believer of the moon!"

Vincent lowered his head, allowing the old priest to push and shove.

"Remember! This is… the last time."

Terrence grabbed Vincent by the collar with an angry expression, as if he was ten years older. When he saw Vincent's empty eyes, he pushed him to the door of the prayer room in frustration: "Go in! Hide. If anyone finds out, I'll hand you over immediately!"

Vincent had long known that the old priest would help him, but he was not happy and turned back: "I will be leaving soon, there is one more thing I need to tell you..."

laugh!

The dark and dark light flashed away, and bright red covered the field of vision.

Vincent's eyes were sluggish for a moment, blood splashed on his face, and there was a trace of heat, and a huge wound opened on his chest.

The waning moon apostle Buck floated in the air, with a dark mask on his face, his eyes were cold, and the huge dark sickle in his hand was like a death scythe that harvested souls, and chains blocked the entire house.

The head of the old priest rolled to the corner of the wall, and there were tears in the dim old eyes.