I became the sun god.

Faced with the staff's scolding, Murphys, who knew he was filthy, curled up in a corner with his pet dog in his arms.

He looked at the staff beggingly:

"Sir, I... I won't bother you."

"I'll just wait here and come back when there are fewer people. Is this okay?"

"Please... Bob it's dying, I can't lose my old buddy."

The staff looked at the sick dog with undisguised disgust on their faces:
"Damn dirty thing!"

"This is a holy church, hurry up and get the hell out of me."

"Do you have rabies, dead dog?"

Dead dog?

Hearing the staff say this about his old buddy, Murphys became a little emotional:
"Bob's not dead!"

"It's not a dead dog!"

"The merciful God will protect it!"

ha?
Seeing the excited look of the old man, the staff almost laughed angrily at him.

"Tell you to get lost, do you hear me?"

"God won't save a dead dog!"

"I said it was a dead dog, and it was a dead dog."

The staff sneered and walked towards Murphys.

Murphys had a bad premonition, and vigilantly hugged Bob in his arms:

"What are you going to do?"

"You...don't come here... believe it or not, I'm going to call the police!"

"Mr. Inspector, help is needed here."

"Damn! What are you doing!"

At first, Murphys was wary and uneasy.

But as the staff roughly snatched Bob away, and the police officer not far away just smiled and pointed, Murphy suddenly became furious.

Like an old lion, he roared weakly and unwillingly, and even rushed directly towards the staff.

"Go away!"

How can an old and lack of nutrition body be an opponent in the prime of life?
With just one kick, Murphys was kicked to the ground.

He watched in despair and horror as the staff lifted the dog high, Murphy's pupils constricted, and his lips trembled constantly.

He didn't dare to face such a scene at all.

Bang!
Ow!

While Murphys was trembling all over, the staff hit the ground heavily with the sick dog.

Accompanied by the sick dog's whine, blood flowed from its seven orifices.

The sick dog, which was already weak, was twitching all over.

But even so, the sick dog still looked up at Murphys with difficulty, his cloudy eyes were full of reluctance.

It whined and struggled to stand up.

But it can't do it at all, the master is not far away, it can't get close to the master at all.

It can only look at Murphys so sadly and reluctantly.

"No!"

"Bob! My job!"

"Don't scare me, you'll be fine!"

Murphys crawled over like crazy, he wanted to pick up the sick dog.

But Murphys didn't dare to do this when he saw the sick dog's convulsions.

"Ah…"

Looking at the dirty one person and one dog, the staff sneered:
"I said it was a dead dog, and it was a dead dog."

"Hurry up and get your dead dog away, I don't have time to waste time with you."

Looking at the person and the dog in disgust, the staff saw it sharply, and another big man came not far away.

"Mr. Phil, are you here too?"

"Quick, quick, this way please."

"Your piety and kindness are known to the whole church, and you are qualified to not need to line up."

In the face of glamorous big shots, the staff flatter them like old dogs.

And in that dark corner, no one cared about Murphys and his dog.

They are like garbage.

In front of the holy church, it is insignificant at all.

What people seek is the protection of God, the power called light.

And this person and dog are just the bottom of the bottom.

After queuing for such a long time, although some people couldn't bear it, it was impossible to leave the line for a dead dog after all.

So, Murphys was desperate.

He looked at the brightly lit church, at the indifferent crowd, and listened to the wailing of the sick dog beneath him.

He felt like his world was collapsing.

All beliefs, together with Bob's wailing, completely collapsed.

"God...your mercy!"

"Why did you do this to me and my work!"

"What did we do wrong!"

"Just because we have no money, is that how we are treated?"

"Hahahaha...God! It doesn't matter if you don't believe in such a God!"

Murphys' face was covered with dirt and gray, leaving two traces of tears.

He held the old chap tightly in his trembling arms.

In the shadows, Murphys' heart was filled with pain and resentment, tears dripping down on Bob's body.

"Ha ha…"

Just when Murphys felt abandoned by the whole world.

A voice full of temptation suddenly sounded.

But Murphys ignored the voice, because for him, he had lost the most important job.

"Look...this is the hypocritical God and his lamb."

"For an insignificant ant like you, the aloof Lord has no time to pay attention to you."

In the darkness, Vivian came out in a black robe.

There was a faint smile on her beautiful face.

Looking at the dirty and sad old man, Vivienne said to herself:

"Your dog is dying."

"But I have a way of bringing it back to life."

Ok?
Hearing this, Murphys suddenly raised his head to look at Vivienne, his eyes full of hope.

And at this moment, he recognized Vivienne's appearance.

She... is the fallen angel who appeared on TV, representing the extraordinary existence of hell power.

But for Murphys today, there is no difference between angels and fallen angels.

He has nothing left, his faith has crumbled.

"cost."

"Hell has always been a costly place."

"I can bring your dog back to life, so what can you give?"

Vivian looked at Murphys, her tone full of temptation.

Murphys slowly clenched his fist:
"I can give anything."

Vivienne nodded in satisfaction:

"Then... use your life as the price."

"I give you and your dog the power of hell as a price... You have to use all your strength to fight against the Holy See, and you also need to spread the name of hell."

"can you do it?"

Holy See?

"The Holy See... If I have enough power, I will make them pay the price."

When the Holy See was mentioned, Murphys, whose heart was full of resentment, became grim.

"Pure hate."

"I wish us a happy cooperation."

The corners of Vivienne's mouth rose.

She stretched out her hand a little, and a drop of pitch-black blood appeared in the air, dripping spiritually into Bob's mouth.

Blood entered his mouth, and that drop of blood penetrated directly into Bob's body as if it was alive.

dong dong dong...

Accompanied by a low heartbeat, scorching black smoke with the smell of sulfur permeated from Bob's body.

Looking at this weird scene, Murphys didn't feel fear, but full of anticipation.

"I gave it the blood of a three-headed dog."

"With my power involved, he will successfully complete the transformation and become a dog of hell from now on."

"And you..."

After explaining, Vivian looked at Murphys.