Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

"Lies and errors confuse those who are trapped in them without realizing it. The shepherd who leads the weak through the dark canyon will surely be protected by the dark moon!"

Pointing at the dome of the church, and seemingly pointing at the endless starry sky higher up, the burly figure on the pulpit read out a domineering line.

Coupled with the flickering cracks and the posture that no one dared to look directly at, the chaos and lust that was just a moment ago was completely swept away - for the audience.

Fu Qian is quite clear that although a good reception environment has been temporarily created, things that have been dormant under the impact may come back soon, in a way that challenges the imagination even more.

After all, our gospel both impacts and inspires.

But it doesn't matter. By then, either the nightmare will be over, or the Order will just take the opportunity to show off more.

The previous performance was spirited, but not enough.

Keep accelerating.

……

Through the open door of the chapel, Fu Qian looked down at the audience.

From their angle, it was not easy to see the scene above their heads, but the sermon just now had obviously caused enough shock.

At this moment, everyone stopped their original actions and looked at this place with awe in their eyes.

I hope this emotion can also be infected by the audience outside the venue.

"What is the Dark Moon?"

After the initial convulsion, the numerous bodies above the head were like squids washed by boiling water, shrinking rapidly and sticking tightly to various parts of the dome.

At a glance, it looks like a special mural.

However, the only audience in the church at this moment was also unable to appreciate this, and instead expressed confusion about the content of the sermon just now.

"A faint blue moon, cold and elegant."

With a gentle voice, Fu Qian gave a brief answer.

"Then what is his relationship with the stars?"

The old lady listened obviously seriously, and after thinking for a while, she raised a new question.

"good question."

They nodded slightly before paying.

"He is more beautiful than them all."

……

In theory, this answer does not correspond perfectly, but it seems to be enough for the old lady in front of me.

"Thank you."

After thanking her seriously and not asking any more questions, she lowered her head and resumed her posture outside, counting the peas in her hand one after another.

The things on this person's body are appropriately defined as pollution.

Looking down at this scene, Fu Qian sighed in his heart.

That's right, compared to the police officers guarding the door, this old lady is not that ordinary.

It's just that this trace of inhumanity is ultimately reflected in the body as almost pure chaos and pain, with no benefit in sight.

So so far, apart from his own escort team, the characters in this nightmare can be divided into two categories - ordinary people and the contaminated.

According to Reginald, there were trainee members of the Order above their heads, but they had obviously not yet received enlightenment from the stars.

In addition to Harriet and the old lady in the church at the moment, there was obviously more than one infected person in the square that I passed just now.

The ratio is really a bit high.

Among them, Harriet just fell into the hands of the religious group last night.

Instead of believing that she was an extra who was imagined by the nightmare creator, Fu Qian was more inclined to the possibility that, just like him, her true form was here. And if this is the case, one of the possible purposes of the nightmare seems to be coming to light - the hotbed.

During the night patrol with Amira, the cult's views on nightmares were made clear.

The evil existence infects the dreamer and uses it as a carrier to try to break through the barrier between dreams and reality.

Could the polluted people here be just such seeds?

They were put into the hotbed in front of them and cultivated together. As for the purpose - they wanted to find the source of evil.

Specific to themselves - they want to find the Dark Moon.

Before paying, he quickly made a series of inferences.

If this is the case, the sect's arrangements for themselves seem to be very smooth.

The first step is the hunter's sunrise test, followed by the abandonment test along the way.

After a series of fruitless attempts, "Dark Moon" finally received unprecedented attention from them, and they threw themselves into this hotbed, hoping to find traces.

Very much to my liking.

It can only be said that after some stimulation, the people of the cult cooperated perfectly with the guidance, and finally devoted their last resources to searching for the dark moon and the world in the painting.

However, this also raises two questions.

First, Reginald and Reginald had already made a similar attempt, in a hospital treating febrile disease. Why would the Order do it again?

Second, why run into the fog?

This kind of dangerous operation is obviously safer in Laerting, who is well controlled by the sect, but why did he come here, even under the gaze of his abandoned son?

It does not make sense at first, but it is not impossible - as long as you break the inertia of self-centered thinking.

Is it possible that this particular nightmare was not originally prepared for him?

Was he chosen here because the cult was actually targeting abandoned children? He was just sent here with some of his kind because his behavior was getting more and more confusing?

The effect generated in the fog is better than the previous nightmares, so trying it again is totally worth looking forward to.

It's just a guess. Combined with the information provided by Amira, Mr. Plaut is probably a very important figure in the whole matter.

what--

While waiting silently, new news finally appeared.

Harsh screams came from the crowd watching outside.

The victim, a middle-aged man with a slightly bald head, was frantically slapping the side of his neck.

A giant mouth that was sticky and seemed to be made of asphalt was biting there, revealing strange teeth shaped like finger bones as it surged.

This kind of teeth is obviously not good at tearing flesh, so the victim can still make sounds for a while.

But it was obviously difficult for him to get rid of it, because the giant-mouthed snake-like body extended downwards, and finally submerged into the bottom of his own spine, as if it were a tail growing out of it.

Amid more screams inspired by this scene, the audience quickly distanced themselves, leaving him beside the only fountain in the square.

In great pain, the latter's body arched into a strange shape and rolled crazily on the ground.

"Step aside!"

At the moment of crisis, a loud roar came out, even drowning out the wails.

Along with it, another long snake cut through the sky, its color was like leaping metal, and it circled and flew towards it.

The moment the two came into contact, the victim's figure was enveloped in a ball of fire of the same color.

And before it was completely extinguished, three figures were already standing next to the fountain.

Lord Reginald, who took action among them, only glanced at the wreckage on the ground. He did not continue to care about the results of the battle, but looked up.

What are you talking about? Apart from coming to listen to the gospel, this team really doesn’t have many choices.

Just as he was about to say hello, Fu Qian frowned slightly and listened attentively.

Is that... the sound of the tide? (End of chapter)