Sister Anna was too late to stop them. She covered her face and screamed, "What do you want to do?!"
"Of course it's to destroy the house." Su Qingyu splashed blue ** happily.
The blue drink slid into the air in a perfect parabola.
Zhuang Xiaodie climbed up the side stairs to the shoulders of the statue and poured the blue drink on its face.
The rubies inlaid in the eyes of the statue began to loosen.
The strong wind blew open the church door, and Su Qingyu felt that the heavy air seemed to solidify, and his heart tightened.
Something is approaching here.
When the huge statue came into contact with the blue liquid, it began to tremble slightly, followed by a pungent stench. Cracks appeared on the surface of the statue, and the tiny cracks gradually spread out. The inside began to melt and flowed out like lava.
Baihuo poured the blue drink onto the joints of the statue, causing it to lose its balance and collapse.
Finally, the entire statue melted completely, leaving only a pool of black liquid condensed on the ground.
Su Qingyu picked up the ruby that was originally embedded in the eyes of the statue from the ruins.
“You… you actually dared…” Sister Anna still found it unbelievable when she saw the statue of her faith collapse in front of her.
She realized it belatedly, took heavy steps and rang the bell in the church hall.
The melodious bell sounds spread throughout the church.
There were not many nuns left in the church at that time. They rushed over when they heard the noise and looked at each other in surprise when they saw this scene.
The nuns' faces were pale. They whispered to each other, trying to figure out what was going on. Anxiety and uneasiness were written all over their faces, and their bodies were shaking uncontrollably.
"We must report this matter to the Saint Son and Saint Daughter as soon as possible!"
"Wax figures! Why is the entrance of the church surrounded by wax figures?!"
The church sanctuary was in chaos.
The chaos spread faster and faster. Xiu Nai walked around at a loss looking for the Son and the Saint. The candles on the altar flickered, casting strange shadows.
Su Qingyu and three others wanted to take advantage of the chaos to leave.
When a nun ran to the door and found that the church entrance was surrounded by lifelike wax figures, she seemed to be bewitched. The moment she raised her hand to touch the wax figures, all the fear, hesitation and uneasiness on her face disappeared in an instant and returned to calm.
During the long lull, she fell into stillness.
Then, his fingers suddenly moved, and the smile on his face widened. ..
His eyes were wide open and the corners of his mouth were pulled to his ears.
She turned and entered the church, and took out a sharp knife from the drawer of the church.
The nun raised the sharp knife in her hand, her eyes full of madness and fanaticism.
Her eyes were filled with dark ferocity, as if driven by pollution, and she rushed towards the crowd without hesitation.
"What are you doing? Go find the Holy Son and Holy Daughter!"
Other nuns came forward and tried to communicate with her.
"Puchi—" the nun stabbed the sharp knife into her companion's chest.
Again and again.
Until a bloody hole appeared in the chest of his companion in front of him, and then he fell in disbelief in the black liquid left by the melted statue.
Falling straight down.