The barrage said, I am the final villain in the game

Chapter 82 No one survived (please order first!)
When he realized that there might be a more powerful master in the hall than the soul he was looking for, the priest's eyes suddenly became strange.

He didn't want to go in another direction for the first time, but chose to look around the hall.

Because he has stayed in this church for many years, not to mention midnight, even during the day, there is nothing to patronize except bird shit.

The rune on the wall took him a lot of time to build, plus it was the base, and there were also a lot of detection arrays hidden in it. It can be said that where the bricks here are missing a corner, as long as he wants, he can know. Clearly.

If there is an existence of a higher level than him here, so that he can't detect it, this possibility is also there.But with the magical quality of his current golden star ring and half ring, plus decades of research and pondering on magic, unless it is the level of a transparent star ring, it is impossible for him to find it - but in the Rhine Kingdom , the number of people who have reached the transparent star ring can be counted, and people of this level will be idle and wandering around?
Even if he really wandered around and found them, in the face of such a large level gap, how could he resist?
Therefore, the priest did not turn his thoughts to other people in the church.

just
He looked away.

There are not many people in the hall. He knows everyone, and everyone does not seem to have someone who can have [Master].

Why is that?
Could it be that.
Is this man himself?
The priest hesitated.

One thing to say, there is indeed a possibility.

He believes that his ability is not bad, and the ability to control these believers who will do anything to achieve their desires can also explain this.

Then the problem is coming.

Will he be willing to give himself up and call upon the gods?

the answer is negative.

"I'm leaving, who will preside over the ceremony?"

The priest restrained his thoughts and put his hands together.

Now, he must find a solution to the problem in a short period of time, otherwise, these "materials" collected with great difficulty will be completely wasted.

Not only that, but such a failure without any actual response will greatly affect the enthusiasm of the congregation, causing the next search to be less diligent—and, there may not be a next time.

"Damn it"

The priest racked his brains, but couldn't come up with a solution.

After all, this ceremony was not created by him, and he is not very clear about the internal details.
Suddenly, when the priest turned his attention to the people below again, he suddenly had inspiration in his heart.

Looking up slightly, he put on a kind smile on his face.

"My compatriots, I feel that my lord is trying to answer our call, but now, our voices are still not loud enough to help my lord break free from the barriers set by the other gods."

"He needs our help!"

Hearing the priest's words, the first ones to raise their heads were the most loyal members of the church who believed in the Lord of Pleasure.

"what should we do?"

The priest pointed to the base of the statue: "Kneel and sit there."

Someone hesitated for a while and then stepped forward, but the priest shook his head: "You guys, come up together, there are many people and great strength."

The rest did not hesitate.

After all, with the early birds and the belief in their heads, they didn't even say a word of rebuttal.

"Is there anyone else willing to help the Lord?" The priest's tone was involuntarily mixed with some strange tones, "Let me remind you first, there is no god who will begrudge the reward of ordinary people."

The words full of temptation once again made a large number of people stand up.

They were surrounded by the idol, their fanaticism was like a loaded cannonball, which could explode at any time.

When he saw that there were only a few people left, the priest was finally satisfied.

"So."

The priest opened his hands again.

Since the quality is not enough, use the quantity to make up!

In fact, the desire to dominate, more or less will exist in everyone's mind.

For example, one's desire to control his girlfriend's boyfriend is one of them; it is also one of them to dominate the fate of his children as a parent.

In fact, these desires can be regarded as masters, but the goals are not so tall, sparse and ordinary, and easy to satisfy, so they cannot generate too many desires, and there is no way to continue.

However, with so many people superimposed, plus the good foundation they already have, then it should be almost enough.

The priest's chapped lips gently opened and closed, and he sang the strange song again.

And as he sang, the eyes of the joyful believers who were kneeling at the feet of the statue suddenly became bloodshot.

The pain starts in the brain and spreads to every inch of the body.

——Their souls are being pulled away!

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

They scratched their cheeks, and the shrill screams overwhelmed the other, and the harsh sound almost made the idols start to shake.

However, in the face of such a picture that looked like hell on earth, the priest's face was already flat like a pool of stagnant water.

He didn't care about the sacrificed believers, and just silently looked at the empty eyes of the idol.

The next moment, the eyes of the god statue finally lit up.

Although its luster is dim and flickering, it seems that it may go out at any time, but in the end, it lights up.

"Lord! My Lord! Please go down to the earth and see your believers!!"

The priest shouted in a hoarse voice.

In an instant, the surging luster above the statue suddenly froze, and it seemed that even time stopped flowing in front of the coming god.

"Crack-"

With the cracking sound, the brilliance on the statue finally shined again, but this time, the light did not flow in the blood vessels, but seeped out from the cracked gap.

The initial light bloomed on the back of the foot, but after only one breath, more and more cracking sounds quietly sounded, almost overpowering the mournful voices of the believers.

When a certain point was reached, the crackling sound stopped.

In the next moment, it was as if the rays of a thousand suns descended in the church, and the surging power made the priest unable to stand up any longer, and fell to his knees with a plop.

In the white world, the concept of time seems to be blurred.

The priest did not know how long he had been kneeling.

But when he opened his eyes, none of this mattered.

In front of him, apart from the fragments of the god statue and the humans who fell into madness and began to bite each other, he never saw anything else.

Is it
Failed?
"Are you looking for this?"

A slightly childish voice came from the door.

The priest turned sharply and looked at the boy who suddenly appeared.

—Or rather, look at the stone in his hand.

"My Lord! My Lord!! My Lord!!!"

Feeling the burning heat in his chest, the priest shouted hoarsely: "Give my lord! Give it back to me!!"

The teenager shook his head and folded his palms: "Give it back to you? It seems like it belongs to me."

"Kill you! Kill you!!"

With red eyes, the priest turned his head and shouted, "Go! Kill him!!"

Those who were biting stopped because of the loud noise.

They looked back with only a few remaining instincts.

The next second, they moved like a ghastly corpse.

Because there, there is something more attractive to them.

Lynn said in surprise: "In this way, we seem to be surrounded."

He tilted his head slightly: "What should we do in this situation?"

The moment the voice fell, behind Lynn, the large shadow seemed to be given life and walked down the wall.

They hung their heads, as if apologizing for not being able to respond accordingly.

"Ok."

Lynn shrugged: "Then, let it be written in the [Rhine Morning Post] tomorrow."

"In the early hours of last night, a church that had been in disrepair suddenly caught fire. After investigation, a special person found out that the cause of the fire was actually because a cult was hiding in it and holding an evil ceremony. After the final judgment, it was determined that the person who participated in this evil ceremony was identified."

"—— Collective self-immolation, no survivors."

(End of this chapter)