The World is Sick

Irene took out the last two mystic stones engraved with Karl's runes from her bosom, and threw them at the three celestial messengers.

In the explosion of thunder and flames, she counterhanded the two executioners approaching from behind, and then moved in small steps, carefully looking for the timing to strike.

These so-called relatives of the gods are very strange. Humans with normal mental power (spiritual vision) can hardly perceive their existence, and can only stare blankly at the air from a distance.

Ordinary people can vaguely see these indescribable fears only when their mental fluctuations are relatively large.

Only a high-level hunter like her with extraordinary perception, who has learned Karl runes, and has been promoted several times with the blood of the ancient gods, can recognize them.

As the mourning bird that hunts the fallen hunters, Irene's strength is beyond doubt, otherwise it would be impossible to deal with those crazy people who lost their minds alone.

But even so, she had no chance of winning in the face of these artificially created family members of the gods. The almost fatal wound on her abdomen was caused by the tentacles of these monsters.

laugh!

After a few fights, the two sides staggered, and the blade of mercy in Irene's hand was raised slightly, cutting off the two tentacles that were tentatively attacking, and the nearby tentacles that were twisting like earthworms were already covered.

Although the odds of winning are not great, she will be able to hold on for a while. If she can survive until dawn by chance, maybe she and the people in the clinic will be lucky enough to save their lives.

The crow hunter thought to himself, calmed down the messy atmosphere, and became more cautious and cautious.

Just as the two sides were at a stalemate, Dr. Yusefka, who was holding a blood bottle and medicine, rushed out from the side of the clinic and ran towards Irene, who was bleeding from her abdomen.

The three celestial envoys turned their gazes to the unexpected visitor, and the fluorescent tentacles that shattered gold and pierced stones intensified their surge.

What is this stupid woman doing out here? !Didn't you tell her to hide it?

Irene's pupils shrank, she immediately gave up her defense, and rushed towards Dr. Yousefka who was about to be surrounded by tentacles.

"Don't go there! She's a fake!"

At the critical moment, in the dim hall, there was a figure covered with bruises, dragging a broken calf, wading through the shards of glass, holding on to the door frame and screaming hoarsely.

The crow hunter turned his head subconsciously, the cheek with the broken forehead and the face covered with dust and blood was obviously Yusefka!

Chapter 1207 Chapter [-] The Omen of Epolieta

"She's lying to you!"

"Irene, save me!"

The female doctor, who was about to be annihilated by the fluorescent tentacles, retorted, and with a terrified expression, she sent out a mournful cry for help.

However, the crow hunter stopped abruptly. After throwing several throwing knives, he jumped towards the entrance of the hall.

Amidst a burst of tinkling and crisp sounds, the fluorescent tentacles surrounding "Usefka" pushed all the throwing knives away.

"You can't do a little thing right! Go away! You bums!"

The woman with the same clothes and face as Yousefka stretched out her hand in disgust to sweep away the fluorescent tentacles surrounding her, and frowned coldly at the three celestial messengers.

"Tsk, can you tell me how you found out?"

The fake doctor, who was too lazy to continue pretending, made a murmur in displeasure, and then looked curiously at Irene, who was holding Yousefka up, with curiosity and confusion in his eyes.

"This woman doesn't have such high spiritual vision, so she can't see the attack of the celestial messenger at all..."

The crow hunter slowed down his speech, explained patiently, secretly recovered some strength, and bent over to the seriously injured Yusefka, temporarily connected the bones, and poured the healing blood medicine.

"Well, this is indeed an omission."

The fake doctor didn't pay attention to Irene's small movements, and helplessly spread his hands, shaking his head slightly at his performance, as if he was not satisfied.

Immediately, the mysterious woman looked up at the miserable Yousefka at the door, with a trace of coldness in her eyes.

"In order to save a piece of material just now, the shot was too light."

"Otherwise, there's no need to bother."

The woman giggled at the vigilant Irene, with a little regret in her eyes.

"Originally, I planned to baptize you personally, giving you new life and detachment."

"However, in order to save time now, I can only kill you."

"Afterwards, your corpses will probably be dragged to the hospital bed for research, which can be regarded as a contribution to a great cause."

"Thinking about it, you should be more satisfied with this ending."

The crow hunter quietly looked at "Yusefka" who spoke cruel words briskly, and couldn't help asking in a low voice,

"You play for the choir?"

The fake doctor Yousefka on the opposite side caressed his cheek with his left hand, as if he was feeling nostalgic, and gently shook his right index finger, speaking in a nasal voice full of charm.

"No, no, I only work for myself."

"The world has gone crazy, of course I choose to stand on the side that can win."

"Lawrence, it suits my taste."

Sure enough, the change in Yanan City was related to the Healing Church.

Yusefka, who barely stood up while holding on to the door, felt a sense of sadness of being betrayed by his faith permeated his heart.

She had locked the ward to protect the Yanan people who had taken refuge here, hoping to stay until dawn.

However, Yousefka did not expect that the tunnel below the clinic would have been hollowed out long ago. This mysterious woman used this channel to break into the house and seriously injured her.

What is even more shocking is that there seem to be dense human skeletons scattered inside the passage.

Because of his achievements in promoting blood therapy and his good reputation in Yanan, even in the Healing Church group, he has a higher status than the hunter in black.

The clinic can be dug through without anyone noticing, and the bottom has become a place where filth is hidden. I am afraid that only the top leaders of the Healing Church that she believes in can do this.

Yusefka bit his lower lip, his expression was gloomy and gloomy.

"Before you do it, can you tell me what you are going to do when you become me?"

The fake doctor nodded happily, and revealed the choir and her secret dealings without hesitation.

"When you die, I will take in those lucky ones who escaped from Yanan here, baptize them with my own hands, and let them become holy messengers who hear the gospel."

"Like the one outside?"

"Functionally not quite the same, but pretty much the same."

"You crazy bastards!"

Yousefka couldn't bear the blasphemy of the fake doctor to human beings, so he gritted his teeth and cursed,

"Compared to the ending of veterinary disease and insanity, they no longer suffer from pain and fear, and can survive the catastrophe by paying a small price. Isn't that good?"

"Be honored for this, your sacrifice will unveil a great evolution."

The mysterious woman on the opposite side pursed her lips and retorted, but she was playing cat and mouse.

"Heretics!"

Irene recalled those big-headed monsters lying on the hospital bed moaning in pain in the research institute of the Great Cathedral, furious.

"You idealists who want a perfect ending are really stupid!"

"From ancient times to the present, every step we take needs bones and blood as the foundation."

"Now, the time has come for the stars to be right, and they will return eventually!"

"Whether it is to degenerate into a beast or rise up to become a god, if we want to enter a new era, human beings must make a choice!"

The fake doctor sneered, looking down at the two people in front of him, full of contempt.

Human beings are a combination of beast and divinity, and they are not perfect. They are just a step in the evolution of life, not the end.

Thousands of years ago, Queen Sumeru's failure was not the end, she just postponed the choice of human beings on the forked road until now.

The woman took out the badge of the Star Clock Tower, the Karl Runestone of Belkingworth College, and the invitation card from Cainhurst Castle one after another from her bosom, and her tone changed from low to passionate.

"The blood of the ancient gods is the first proof for screening qualified candidates..."

"Blood clan, hunters, Karl runes, birth rites, these are the second quests for human beings to further open the gates of heaven and become [God's Chosen Ones] after breaking through the primary level..."

"And tonight, they will compete for the final winner and start a new era!"

Irene and Yusefka were shocked and looked at each other.

The two did not expect that the madness and chaos under the blood moon was the long-awaited result of all forces.

Yanan has come this far, and almost everyone's pores are filled with dirty and sinful blood.

Even unknowingly, they themselves became invisible pushers, speeding up the process.

"Okay, both of you, farewell before the funeral, that's it..."

After satisfying her desire to confide, the mysterious woman lowered her raised arms slightly, and pulled out a musket and cane from the dark shadows with her fingers.

In a blink of an eye, the fake doctor who was passionately preaching his ideas just now rushed forward, and the cane leaning forward opened a gloomy vortex, and dozens of tentacles shot towards the two people at the door.

The speed, strength and flexibility of this thing surpassed the tentacles of those celestial messengers by several grades.

Irene, who couldn't dodge in time, was hit by this thing and knocked into the upper body, smashing two pillars in the hall in a row, spitting blood and embedded in the wall.

The secret method of the choral group—the omen of Epolieta, it is said that the supreme power of that god can be...

It seems that the relationship between this woman and the top management of the Healing Church is definitely not just a simple cooperation.

Irene sighed silently, breathing intermittently, and her weirdly twisted right hand could no longer hold the blade of mercy.

She looked down at Yusefka who crawled in front of her, couldn't help but rolled her eyes, coughed up blood, and whispered dryly.

"Can't you even run?"

"You are my patient..."

There was a persistence on the female doctor's face that Irene couldn't understand, and even the woman tremblingly held on to the broken glass to protect herself.

Yan red blood covered his eyes, and when the crow hunter moved a little, there was a harsh bone grinding sound in his chest, and at least three ribs were broken.

At this moment, the mysterious woman on the outside raised her cane and made a playful gesture of waving goodbye. The eerie tentacles pierced towards the two people in the room.

This time, I'm afraid I can't escape...

ps: It's three o'clock in the evening