"Very good, very smooth."
The older gentleman sighed and took a step forward, kicking the young boy closest to him with his boot. Then he turned around and called a group of men in black robes waiting outside to come in, and said to Miss Madison with a smile on his face:
"Sarah, I'm so proud of you."
"Yes, grandfather."
Miss Madison still pursed her lips, quietly retreating to the wall, watching those people move their classmates to the altar, and arrange them neatly like fish.
She had only seen this scene when she accompanied her father on errands in the dock area when she was a child.
"That's Earl Scott's son, moved outside."
Mr. Madison obviously also knows that some people cannot be killed. Although he wants to seek "greater interests", he does not want his family to suffer a catastrophe.
After the great sacrifice, everything can be explained by the "cathedral collapse", although a small pension has to be paid, but it is very worthwhile. Therefore, it is necessary to carefully consider who cannot be provoked at will.
The three young gentlemen and the two girls were spared the subsequent hardships. Miss Madison looked at John lying on the side with a complicated complexion, and reminded:
"John Williams can't die here either. His brother has an extraordinary relationship with the Orthodox Church. We shouldn't cause such trouble."
"oh?"
The old gentleman turned around leaning on his cane, but he was not looking at John but at his granddaughter:
"You have a point."
After a long time, he nodded, and the eyelid of his right eye seemed to tremble.
Miss Madison blushed, but still heaved a sigh of relief, and watched John being carried out of the church by the ribbon around her waist, feeling relieved at last.
"It seems that John's life is also rich and colorful."
Jenkins sighed in his heart.
He was hiding on the dome of the church, carefully observing the situation below through the damaged gap.
What happened here is a typical event of sacrificing living people to unknown existences. There will be several incidents in the Nolan area every year, which is not very unusual.
But what Jenkins is curious about is who they are going to sacrifice to. If it is an evil spirit or something, he can still deal with it, but if it is a higher creature in the subspace, or even those terrifying existences in different spaces, then he had better do it now. run.
"Why should I wait until the sacrifice begins?"
He asked himself in his heart, and then he looked down and saw the man in black, who was probably a priest. He cleared a clean area in the center of the church, and then formed a circle and began to chant scriptures.
Fumbled around in his pocket, took out three metal pieces and held them between his fingers. This is the burst spell, the spell Jenkins is most familiar with.
"go!"
He aimed at the crowd below, threw out the spirit-infused metal piece, and then hugged his cat and jumped to the side.
Amidst the rumbling explosion, the dome of the church was almost toppled. Jenkins rolled down a certain distance, and then grabbed the protrusion on the side with his hand, which should be the pedestal of the stone carvings from the past.
Chocolate was protected in his arms, unharmed.
"very good!"
The Eye of Truth looked down through the dome, and the light of the one and only Giver had gone out.
He leaped from the edge of the dome with the swiftness of a cat, straightening his clothes and sending the dust away before rushing into the half-destroyed church.
"Don't move!"
shouted the man standing in front of the church door with a pistol raised, the monocle helping him see through the flying dust.
He didn't need to use a disguise, after all, the coachman and John knew he had been here. Pretending to be a New God believer will inevitably reveal flaws, and this situation is very suitable for using the real identity.
Pulling the trigger, he shot the old gentleman who wanted to fight back. He let out a strange cry, clutched his arm and threw away the golden pocket pistol. Miss Madison on the side hurriedly supported him.
Jenkins missed again. He was going to hit the heart directly, but he missed a little. But it's not a big problem, at least the situation is under control.
Two-thirds of the group of black-robed priests died, and the rest seemed to be breathing. The only ones who could speak were Miss Madison and the old gentleman in front of the altar, but neither of them seemed capable of resisting.
After the dust from the explosion cleared away, an old man and a young man saw a young man standing in front of the church holding a gun.
The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled from the western sky, shooting/entering the gate dyed Jenkins' body with a circle of golden edges, his expression was serious, and the hem of the black windbreaker slowly fluttered in the evening wind.
This is what justice looks like.
"Williamette?"
The old gentleman had evidently seen what Jenkins looked like in the newspapers.
"Yes, stop trying to resist. Including you, young lady, if it wasn't for your attempt to save John, I should also shoot you now to prevent any accidents from happening again."
"I see."
She said with her head down.
"Okay, don't move anyone now, I will..."
"Ah~"
A sharp cry came from the altar, and a lying boy sat up straight as if he had dreamed something terrible, with only the whites of his eyes and no pupils in his open eyes.
With his cry, the sunlight from the gap in the dome and the main entrance slowly disappeared like the stage lights of the curtain call. After the crisp crackling sound, a circle of blue flames appeared in the dark church , suspended quietly beside the wall of the building.
"You probably misunderstood."
The old gentleman laughed weakly: "The sacrificial place is not only the altar, but the whole church. I didn't expect that the ceremony was only halfway through, and it turned out that it could achieve its goal..."
While speaking, the man who sat up straight opened his mouth, and in his painful wailing, a black palm with pus stuck out from his mouth bit by bit.
The mucus in the mouth fell to the ground like silk threads, and the wrinkled arms stretched out little by little.
The boy widened his eyes and looked upwards, as if the eyeballs would fall out in the next moment:
"Ah~uh~"
He couldn't make his own voice, as if a thick carrot had been stuffed into his neck. His hands desperately scratched at the skin in front of his throat, the skin was scratched away to reveal the bloody flesh, he wanted to pull in again, but with a snap, his hands broke into pieces under the action of an invisible force. two paragraphs.
Jenkins' eyes were pitch black, but it wasn't that his mind was affected, which caused his body to subconsciously avoid the objects in front of him. It was some terrible supernatural power affecting his vision, he couldn't see but he could hear it, and even the monocle couldn't dispel the darkness in front of him.
I pulled the trigger in the direction I remembered, but it sounded like I missed the target.
"Well then, please don't blame me."