I come from the world of punishment

"Any results?"

"No, we searched all morning. We searched the whole city, including all buildings and basements. None of them were found." The person who reported it shook his head.

"Maybe he had already escaped when he released the summoned object." The person who spoke was the evil believer. In this underground base, the actual rights have actually fallen into the hands of the underground church.

If they weren't short of technical personnel, they would have assimilated everyone else.

However, almost all clones are spared. Their soul strength is relatively weak, and they do not have very independent thoughts, so they easily follow their dark desires and fall into the embrace of the evil god.

"I thought that zombie was summoned randomly, but now it seems that it is his strongest summon."

After all, being able to kill two tyrants shows how terrifying he is.

"Okay, let's all disperse. Let's go and do our own thing." The leader waved his hand and dispersed everyone.

The job of evil believers in this world is very simple. One is to search for survivors to preach, and assimilate those who believe, and click away those who do not. The other is to serve as tools, infusing those biochemical weapons with the power of evil gods to strengthen them.

Once these enhanced mutants cause a kill, the energy-infused person can also get a share of the kill benefits.

Hmm... Not to mention, the rows of energy perfusion chambers are quite neat, giving the impression of a factory assembly line.

Paired with the setting of the underground church, which should be full of dark mythology, it feels a bit inexplicably joyful.

However, everything has just begun.

It's twelve o'clock at night.

This should be the most exciting time for evil believers. Under the cover of darkness, evil is always waiting for opportunities.

But for some evil believers who have not yet deepened their depravity, they have just committed crimes and can no longer stay in the human race, so they join such an organization to avoid danger.

From a physical structure point of view, they are still human beings, so they also need to rest.

The biochemical world has now become their new refuge. As long as they follow the instructions of the evil believers, they at least don't have to worry about being broken in by the Cross Society, because the world's barriers can block the cross mark.

Sit back and relax, and when the civilization of this world recovers, maybe they can sneak in and start their lives again.

Hahaha, that's what the outlaws are talking about.

Of course, now they can only see this in their dreams.

The underground is quiet and soundless, and the power of the evil god implanted in the body will allow them to dream the dreams they want.

No one told them that this would silently consume their will and soul, and they were even still complacent about having sweet dreams every night.

Over time, they will prefer sleep more and more... until their souls also fall into a semi-sleep state even when they are awake, allowing the power of the evil god to intervene.

Each underground church has its own different erosion methods, and this method is much more silent than the Thousand Touches Church.

Well, that's how it should be, but it seems to be different tonight.

They failed to have a sweet dream as they wished. There always seemed to be a buzzing sound in their ears. Sometimes the sound would be heavier, like something knocking, and sometimes it would sound like a rustling... Strange, this place is still... Can there be rats and mosquitoes?

Don't care, just keep sleeping.

But the sound was like pulling. When I woke up, I found that the surroundings were quiet. But when I was about to fall asleep, the sound began to amplify again... amplified, giving people the feeling that something was getting closer and closer.

"It's so annoying!" The man who got up knew that he must have suffered from insomnia.

But he does not pray to evil gods whenever he has troubles, like other completely depraved evil believers.

He is a person dominated by desire, and he does not want to degenerate into those mud-like existences.

Little did he know that his interest in disorder was growing, along with his desire to kill and destroy.

Yes, just because he was in a bad mood, he wanted to destroy something, preferably a living thing...

Under the shroud of darkness, the power of the evil god buried in his spiritual body began to awaken and tried to influence his thinking.

The evil often does not forcefully push people toward darkness. It often encourages people little by little in accordance with their inner desires.

Obviously, he is a villain and will not restrain his desires at all. When desires fill his mind, nothing can stop him.

Several wandering survivors who were captured in the underground base flashed through his memory, and suddenly, a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

Anyway, those stubborn guys are unwilling to believe in religion, and they will have to become flesh and blood sacrifices tomorrow. It is better to die early and later than to die in his hands now. This will at least be more pleasant than being sacrificed alive.

At this time, his mind was dominated and he would not think about the consequences at all.

If an outsider behaves badly against non-evil intelligent creatures in the dungeon, the will of the world will reduce his luck in this world until his sin value reaches a certain level, and he will finally be kicked out of the world.

In fact, people with a high crime value are already in red status when they enter this world.

Therefore, even those evil believers with distorted bodies will not kill them rashly. They are usually the people who corrode the world. Letting these people do it on their behalf is tantamount to rubbing the edge.

But at this moment... walking down the aisle, this person looked like a zombie with a slightly crazy expression on his face.

No one paid attention to him. He was used to this situation after seeing it too many times in the underground church. Even because of the common strength, they were not indifferent at all and looked very pleasing to the eye.

The place where survivors are imprisoned is deep in the lower level, close to the biochemical experiments. It is very quiet there. Almost no one goes there. Only a few evil believers will guard the safety of the sacrifices.

The middle section of the road was silent and silent.

But I never expected that as the layers dropped, the strange noises became louder and louder.

This sound even reduced the bewitching level of the evil god's power by a few points, but the person who woke up was not happy. On the contrary, he became even more irritable.

It's just... like another evil god is grabbing territory.

"Hehe..." A faint chuckle suddenly drifted through the silent passage.

For some reason, red seeped out of the cracks in the wall of the passage that was supposed to be airtight. UU read www.uukanshu.net

The noise was growing... and the laughter... and the blood gradually filling the entire wall...

Blood is flowing down.

"What's this?"

A drop of blood dripped from the ceiling and landed on his face, just in the corner of his eye, sliding down... like a drop of blood and tears.

"Ahh...ah!!!"

The pain felt like it was late. It wasn't until I shouted out in confusion that I realized something strange in my eyes.

However, blood seeped out from top to bottom, left and right, and a thin film formed in the passages in front and behind him, blocking his screams.

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