Our family is in decline

"You said these candles are actually made of human flesh and blood?"

"Yes, lighting the blood candle can make it easier for us to attract God's attention, and make it easier for us to become dependents and receive blessings."

The sergeant may have relaxed, or maybe he got excited as he talked. He was unconsciously immersed in his own space, talking about them as if he was showing off.

For example, there were actually more than six girls who were sacrificed, but eight. One of them was caught outside the town, and another was tricked into bringing her daughter by her parents who had become cultists.

For example, how to use the sacrifices, and sharing the flesh and blood of the sacrifices seems to them to gain strength from them and become younger...

Lance's hands were stained with blood during this period, and he thought he was already a ruthless person.

But after hearing their desecration of corpses, I felt instinctive disgust, but in an instant, I was filled with surging anger.

What the hell are these crooked ways? No wonder the church is cracking down on these cults so severely. We must deal with such anti-humanity guys with a heavy blow!

Seeing this guy still talking, he has obviously been brainwashed by the cult. He can't bear it anymore!

Lance punched the Sheriff directly in the stomach.

The sergeant who had been speaking well was sorely hit by this sudden punch that he felt like if the fat in his belly hadn't been thick enough, he would have been blown apart by this punch.

"I asked you to say it was useful. Don't you deserve a beating for saying such nonsense to me?"

Lance clenched his fist and punched him again as if he was slightly unsatisfied. The police officer was so frightened that he ignored the severe pain in his abdomen and quickly begged for mercy.

"Sir, don't hit me. If you want to know something, just ask~"

"Damn it! Are you teaching me how to do things?" Lance didn't tolerate him at all, and raised his hand to punch him again.

These punches knocked all the bile out of him, and you could see that the greasy features on this guy's face were twisted together.

"What I want is how do you communicate with those people? What is the method? What are the secret codes?"

The people of the Ascension Sect abandoned their missionaries to preach and develop believers. Although they cut off the channel for the Sheriff to find them, they definitely retained their method of contacting the Sheriff.

The connection method and password here are what he needs.

"[Stars return, flesh and blood soar], they said that someone will come to me with these words when the time comes." The police chief spoke quickly regardless of the pain, for fear that the fist would fall on him again.

"Who else knows about these things? Has anyone been designated to contact you?"

"No, they only told me, and they didn't say who would contact me."

"Okay~" Lance's voice became longer and he was silent for a moment before turning back, "Do you have anything else to add? If nothing happens, I will send you to a completely safe place."

"No more! No more!" After hearing that he was fine, the police chief immediately changed his distorted expression and showed joy. These few punches were worth it.

But the next second he saw Lance pull out a long sword out of thin air, and he was shocked and struggled wildly.

"Didn't you say you wanted to let me go? You promised me, you can't do this!"

"I'm sorry, you overestimate my commitment." Lance grinned, "I've never had any morals~"

As soon as he finished speaking, the long sword stabbed directly into his heart, nailing the Sheriff to the altar.

"Ah!" Severe pain hit the sergeant's brain, but more of it was shrouded in grief and anger at being deceived. He was approaching death under the pain and anger. At this moment, he seemed to see...

Lance frowned. He originally wanted to let him die slowly in pain, so as to give these anti-human cultists a little pain.

But the sergeant suddenly fell silent before he even shouted a few words, and his lips collided quickly and he made a tone that was obviously not that of a normal human being.

And during the two seconds that Lance was in a daze, the police chief suddenly raised his head, his eyes completely losing the color that humans should have and being covered in blood red.

Lance was not stupid, he had obviously gained some kind of mysterious power, but how could he watch the Sheriff transform and immediately draw out his sword and swing it to chop off his head.

But the Sheriff pulled his hands hard and easily broke free from the control, and even tore off the wooden altar that was originally fixed to him and threw it at Lance.

Faced with this situation, Lance had no choice but to ward it off with his sword, but he also missed his last chance.

The next second he saw a very strange scene. There was no blood flowing out of the wound on the police chief's chest, and it was even healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Human beings are miserable and weak... their flesh and blood soars..."

The Sheriff uttered crazy words, and the flesh and blood on his body was twisted by some unknown force. At the same time, the blood vessels under the skin began to become thicker, expanded, and gathered in front of the heart to form a twisted flesh and blood tumor.

There seems to be something gestating in it, pulsating like a heart, and at the same time, uneven protrusions emerge from the surface.

The distortion continued, but Lance knew that it could not continue like this, so he charged forward with his sword again.

Just as he approached, the tumor hanging on the police chief's chest showed a scene of fear. All the protrusions cracked open as if opening eyes, revealing the entire black eyeball wrapped inside, which was turning and looking. To myself.

And these beads seem to have some kind of soul-stirring power, and just one look at them can make people feel unspeakable fear and despair.

But Lance was not an ordinary person. He could feel the strange power, but he was exempted from it directly. The sword in his hand did not pause at all, and even increased its strength a little bit.

"Monster! Eat my sword."

At this time, the Sheriff had turned into a monster that only retained the approximate shape of a human. The flesh and blood on the surface had been completely alienated and twisted. At the same time, his right hand was transformed into a tentacle with long fang-like spikes, while the other hand was attached to a layer. A crab-like chitinous carapace.

When faced with the long sword swung by Lance, he directly stopped the long sword with his carapace left hand.

When the two collided, Lance only felt a powerful recoil force. He didn't cut off his hand. Instead, the sword was blocked.

The monster's reaction was even faster than his, or it could be said that its hands moved at the same time.

The moment he blocked it with one hand, the other tentacle covered with spikes was already heading towards Lance.

If you are really hit, you will definitely be bruised without armor.

But Lance was not an ordinary person. He reacted instantly and swung his sword again to strike.

The sword blade collided with the spikes, making a rhythmic sound, but during the dragging process, it still cut the tentacle and directly opened a wound.

As long as he was injured, it was equivalent to a bright blood bar. Lance had absolute confidence in killing this guy, but when he waited for the next second, he stopped and frowned slightly.

Because in the blink of an eye, the wound just caused healed in the span of a breath.