messenger from the wasteland

Chapter 157 So Don't Be Superstitious
A black mist rose up, covering Mammon's figure. Others may not know what this black mist is, but they are familiar with it at first.This is almost exactly the same as the evil in her body, the difference is that her evil may be more pure, while Mammon's is more massive.

As the black mist enveloped, Mammon's falcon-headed body gradually disappeared, turning into a thick mist and blending into the black mist.

At the same time, the black mist all over the city gathered around Marchel's mansion as the center point, like a huge black cloud hovering over the city.

In the secret room, the black fog is getting bigger and bigger, covering people's sight. People can't see what happened, and they don't know where they are. They only know that something is coming.

Because they heard the heavy footsteps, heard the roar, felt the tremor in the room.

Finally, when the stable glyph of the secret room could no longer support it, a loud shattering sound resounded in people's ears, and the gravel fell, and they covered their heads to avoid it until everything was over and light fell from above their heads.

People stopped, looked up blankly, and saw a black giant made of mist standing under the swirling black clouds.

The ceiling of the secret room was completely broken, and Marchel's mansion was turned into ruins because of the giant's standing. They stood at the giant's feet like real ants.

"Sunday, aren't you a messenger, come and take away my evil." Mammon turned into a giant with a ferocious smile.

It lowered its head and looked at the city under its feet, enjoying the frightened and desperate expressions of the tiny human beings.

It is satisfied because it is a devil, but it is not enough because it is greed.

Be more fearful, more desperate, under my wrath.

Mammon waved its arm casually, but the huge arm was not slow at all when it swung out, and it slammed a piece of howling wind pressure heavily.

The wind pressure swept across several streets, smashing the houses and people there in an instant, and even plowed a deep ravine on the ground.

Lorna and the others immediately picked up Mann and evacuated towards the distance. The merchants climbed up the ruins and tried to escape.

And Marchel was still standing there, he activated the magic glyph on his body, and a barrier appeared beside him.

He wants to stand here and watch the envoy's battle most intuitively. This is a special seat, isn't it? He doesn't want to leave casually.

······
No one knows where the giant came from, let alone what it is. For the residents of Jeffries, the only thing they can say clearly is that day, like the end.

The people fell into turmoil, and the magic weapons of the city guards had no effect on the giants. They were destroying wantonly, a street was formed with a wave of the hand, and a deep pit was formed with a step.

The ground was trembling and the sky was pitch black, as if the gods had abandoned them.

Until, that giant seemed to have seen someone, it had a ferocious face, and read a name from its mouth, Sunday.

······
In the distance, Lorna and Mann stared blankly at the giant under the sky.

What kind of monster is that? What exactly did that Machel summon? Such a monster may be difficult for even the most powerful people in the kingdom to deal with.

"Chu, is it really all right?" Lily held the staff nervously, looking at the dim sky.

Lorna didn't answer, Mann held a gold coin in his hand and didn't make a sound.

He understands that at this time, ensuring his own safety is the greatest help to Chu. As Chu's summoner, he can still do this. Years of wandering on the streets have taught him how to escape.

However, there are still some reconciliations.

Mann clenched the gold coin in his hand.

Obviously he was the summoner, but he wanted the messenger to face such a monster alone.

However, Mann actually took things too seriously.

Chu is not facing a monster, because she is also a monster.

On the ruins, Chu walked out slowly. The black dress made her look so elegant and unique.

She stood at the corner of a street, looking at the giant that Mammon transformed into. She was so small in front of the giant that it was difficult for people to notice her.

But Mammon, it noticed Chu at the first time, because Chu was so similar to its aura.

"Sunday." Mammon's giant voice resounded through the sky.

He raised his right hand high, and smashed it down with an irresistible force.

Before the fists fell, the hurricane had already hit, and the houses on the street were smashed to pieces in a blink of an eye, and gravel and broken logs were swept into the air.

A huge shadow enveloped the ground, Chu stood in the shadow, his clothes rolled up.

The moment the fist formed by the black mist fell, Hatsue also slowly raised her palm.

A weird scene happened.

The giant-like Mammon stopped its fist. To be precise, its fist was blocked by the small figure under it with a palm, just like blocking a baby's fist, effortlessly .

Just like the wind of mammon can't move Chu, it can't affect Chu with its degenerated huge body, because Chu is a human form made of evil.

She is extremely pure, above any kind of evil.

Mammon's evil is huge, but to Chu Chu, it's just huge. She even took a world evil with her. Compared with it, Mammon's avatar is nothing.

"As you wish." Chu clenched Mammon's fist, and slowly raised his eyes behind his palm.

"I will take away your sins."

Then, for a moment of Mammon's stupefaction, Chu began to absorb its sin.

The black mist spread along Mammon's arm towards Chu, and it turned into countless silk threads that wrapped Chu together, covered her skin and face, and turned her into pitch black.

"Oh, how beautiful."

Marchel, who was hiding in the corner of another ruin, watched this scene, and couldn't help admiring softly.

This is the messenger in his ideas, the most beautiful person wrapped in sin.

The giant transformed by Mammon started to panic, it let out a roar, and began to try to free its arm from Chu Chu's palm.

But no matter how hard it struggles, it can't move its fist an iota, it can feel its own strength is fading, it can feel that it is about to disappear from this world.

For the first time in thousands of years, it was so angry, but it was powerless.

Under the watchful eyes of the residents of Jeffreys City, the giant that covered the sky began to scream and whine after shouting the phrase "Sunday". Its body became smaller and smaller, away from the sky, shorter than The houses, finally shrunk down to the street.

"Sunday."

A believer murmured as he watched the giant disappear in the distance.

Which god's name is this?

(End of this chapter)