The World is Sick

"Becoming a celestial messenger called [familiars] does not mean that they are alive, it is just a reflection of the will of Ebritas, the daughter of the universe."

"As for those poor and pathetic human souls, they have long been absorbed by Ebritas and become a part of him."

The man looked ironic, and casually threw the old note under the candlelit pedestal.

As the breeze blows, the paper is flipping, and most of the notes in front of it are hymns written with gorgeous rhetoric and ingenious brushwork.

Behold, behold, how beautiful she is!

Her body is as perfect as if it was made of stars, under that beautiful gray-white skin, I can even see the galaxy flowing in her veins!

her eyes!her eyes!Oh oh oh, those eyes are incomparable even if the most outstanding craftsman in the whole universe spends his life with the purest jade!That is by the Creator. .

No no no, no one can create such a beautiful object, by the universe, yes, the universe!It is a treasure cast by the universe with tens of thousands of stars!No, she is the embodiment of the universe!Daughter of the Universe!

Yep!I saw it!In those vast eyes I saw the universe itself! !

Her figure is so elegant that even the most elegant lady cannot match.

When her wings spread slowly, I seemed to see an angel walking towards me step by step on the stairs made of starry sky!

She redeemed us who are lost in the vortex with her beautiful singing that can be transmitted even from the other side of the universe!

Oh, her coming makes the earth tremble, the sea vibrate, and the sky shatter.Even the stars will be overshadowed by her side!

When she tears the sky down on the stairs made of the blood of my servants, everyone will bow down to her beauty!

Oh, oh, Ibritas, oh, oh, our god!

Come closer, come closer, we'll meet soon.

Judging from these passionate and embarrassing lyric and praises, the recorder was full of fantasy and longing for the arrival of Ibritas at first.

However, the last page of the ceremony date is full of scribbled strokes and letters like earthworms crawling around, repeating the painful voice of the gods before they came to the world.

"He is here, save me!"

The eyes of Saint Amelia fluctuated. After subconsciously glancing at the figure kneeling in front of the pedestal, her expression changed from shock and pain to tenacity and calmness.

"When the stars are in the right position, the blood moon will come, and the old ruler will return!"

"We have no choice! We must choose!"

"The human body cannot survive in the cracks of the doomsday."

"Even if more and more people will stumble and fall into the abyss, we must evolve!"

"Pain is God's test for us..."

"Only by passing through this long night can we welcome the dawn and enter a new era!"

"When the time comes, it will all be worth it! We can re-weave the future."

Her Majesty, the more she spoke, the more passionate she was, but the corner of her eye drifted to Bishop Lawrence under the pedestal.

Sure enough, there should be no reasoning with Amelia, how about a woman in love with a negative IQ?Fanaticism and emotionality often make them lose their judgment.

Kevin shook his head, but this self-deceiving rhetoric made him angry.

"The future? This group of empty shells that have been drained of their humanity and emotions will have a fart future!"

"These so-called old masters are basically the same thing. The chaos in their nature will destroy the rationality and morality that human beings are proud of!"

"Do you know the Dagon Esotericism? Those Innsmouth people infected by the will of the ancient gods will lose their humanity as they grow older, erase themselves, and integrate into the so-called group will."

"So, in the small fishing village, even if the newborn baby is a normal human being, as time goes by, the calls and whispers in the brain increase day by day."

"One day, they will get lost, abandon the status and emotional cognition constructed by human beings, and finally swim into the sea, become murlocs, and kneel and lick that stinky salted fish!"

"This is a family member similar to the celestial messengers and holy messengers you speak of! The slaves of the ancient gods in the physical and even spiritual levels!"

"People don't understand it, and they still want to become the servants of the ancient gods?"

Amelia was speechless, speechless.

Kevin snorted coldly, and finally frowned and spit out the words that were pressed in his heart.

"A bunch of idiots!"

Chapter 1223 Chapter [-] From entering the profession to entering the soil

"To shut up!"

Amelia roared angrily, and under the excitement, her bones creaked, her muscles swelled rapidly, her silver hair spread and fell, and her body was elongated strangely.

Beastization!

Kevin looked at the increasingly obvious animal features of the saint in front of him, his pupils constricted.

At this moment, Bishop Lawrence, who had been kneeling in front of the pedestal, stood up suddenly, and embraced Amelia in his arms, whispering as if he were the parents of a sleeping baby.

"Relax... relax..."

"It's ok...it's going to be ok..."

It seems that the archbishop's soft chanting has a strange magic power. Amelia held the gold pocket watch in her hand and clenched it tightly to her chest. After taking a deep breath, the alienation of her body gradually returned to normal.

When the saint of Amelia regained control of her emotions, Lawrence lovingly and gently let go of the girl who respected him so much, and her eyes even sparkled with fanaticism and admiration.

Maria saw the staggered figures of Amelia and Lawrence in front of the main hall, with a dazed expression on her face, as if some memories had been recalled.

In a daze, the slightly cold palm of the huntress was gently grasped by Kevin, which awakened Maria's reverie.

After the man looked at Maria comfortingly, he quietly glanced at the two figures in front of him.

Gehman and Lawrence are really close friends, and they have many similarities.

For example, if there was no appearance of him, a foreigner, Maria's admiration for Geman might have evolved to a similar level to Amelia over time?

But it is more likely that because of the kindness in her heart, Senior Sister Maria will not fall into madness along with these lunatics.

The torment brought about by the conscience in her nature will instead burn her first.

As the man's thoughts diverged, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, as if he was somewhat satisfied with the changes he had brought.

At this moment, the archbishop under the candlelight turned around and looked at Kevin quietly.

Unexpectedly, his gaze did not have the so-called aggression and ambition, but was deep and peaceful, like a cold spring.

It has to be said that Lawrence, who has entered the middle age, looks much better than the number one hunter German, with sharp edges and corners like the statues of saints in the hall.

He has both the elegance of a scholar and the convincing charm of a person in power. In all fairness, even Kevin can't help but have a good impression of him under this impression.

It's no wonder that Ludwig, the paladin, and German, the first hunter, are attracted by him.

Even Master Loglis, the chief executioner who was born in Belgenworth College, was willing to surround him.

"Outsider, you shouldn't slander these pioneers like this..."

Lawrence looked solemn, and whispered solemnly, with a hint of persuasion in his calmness.

"The people on the hospital bed had already entered the final stage of veterinary disease before they were sent here. Apart from injecting the ancient god's blood and receiving baptism, they are hopeless."

"So, you turned them into big-headed dolls with only basic emotional responses? Should I praise you for your kindness?"

Kevin pursed his lips in mockery, glanced at the flickering candle, glanced at the blood-colored light raised in his palm, and frowned and sneered.

"I seem to remember that the promotion of [Blood Therapy] is also your masterpiece?"

"Tsk tsk, blood therapy leads to veterinary, and veterinary patients can be used as experimental materials..."

"Severely ill mutants were exiled to the forbidden forest for hunting, collected bloodstones, and then used the blood of the ancient gods obtained after neutralizing and purifying their bodies to continue to invest in the development of blood therapy?"

"As for those determined people who are immune to the influence of animalization, they are trained as hunters to suppress blood races and maintain order..."

"You have done everything from hunter growth to employment, from monster birth to death? You want to drain their last drop of blood?"

"Good guy, I'm just a good guy! What a capitalist with a conscience!"

Lawrence paused and sighed slightly.

"No way, the opening of the Sumeru Underground Palace and the outflow of the blood of the gods are the omens of the return of the ancient gods."

"In the era of ruling civilization in the old days, human beings were inferior products with incomplete evolution. Even if we took a look at them, we would fall into madness and collapse..."

"In order to survive, human beings must make a choice, whether they blind themselves and degenerate into beasts, or see the truth clearly and ascend to gods."

"Queen Sumeru's sacrifice only delayed the announcement of the answer, and we still haven't been able to escape the shackles left by the blood."

The archbishop turned his head to look at the sculpture of the saint standing above the pedestal. After showing a moment of confusion, his expression turned solemn and he opened his lips to whisper.

"So, [Blood Therapy] is to let them adapt to the synchronization with the will of the ancient gods in advance. Even if a group of people are eliminated, it is better than collective madness after the real disaster strikes."

"The human body has incredible potential, and life can evolve under the influence of various internal and external environments."

"When the variables accumulate to certain factors, the body, blood, and even the appearance of our souls can all change. This is my first class at Bilkingworth."

"The diluted blood of the ancient gods used in blood therapy is the factor that induces us to change."

"In the long process, human beings may be able to gradually evolve into a species that adapts to the future through their bodies."

The statue of the saint under the candlelight was inexplicably sympathetic. Lawrence lowered his arms, his expression a little more solemn and solemn, as if he was narrating a tragic epic.

"Of course, there will definitely be sacrifices in this process..."

"But every time we cross, we need to step on the bones. We have no choice..."

"Those fallen lycanthropists, those citizens who dedicated their lives to research, and those members of the choral group who summoned Ebritas, the daughter of the universe, are all the cornerstones to achieve this great goal!"

The archbishop lightly pointed to the corridor, and stated without sadness or joy.

"The members of the choral group that you killed outside, some are my students, some are the first believers after I healed, and some are close friends at Byrgenworth College..."

"Without exception, they are all my closest and most trusted people..."

"Even those volunteers who are on the hospital bed put their last hope on the church. I don't need to say more about what this weight means."

Maria bit her lower lip tightly, her face paler, as if secretly repenting for her killing just now.

Kevin stared coldly, dismissing it.

"So, it was you who failed them! Let them never recover, and even deprive them of the dignity of dying for human beings, and become the playthings of the ancient gods ever since!"

However, Bishop Lawrence, who had maintained an elegant appearance in front of him from the beginning to the end, lost his demeanor for some reason, and hammered on the cornerstone with a hideous face.