The World is Sick

"It's you who should shut up, idiot!"

"I could have used the ritual to complete the control of the Son of God, and let the human beings' consciousness and self, which were stripped and devoured, return to their respective bodies!"

"If I leap to become the superior, I will definitely be able to save my brother! My compatriots!"

"And you, let it all be ruined!"

In the violent roar, Lawrence's figure skyrocketed, his muscles were torn and reorganized, his bones cracked, his white hair grew wildly, and a pair of huge horns emerged from his head. The terrifying shadow gradually expanded.

puff!

The scarlet blood sprayed by the mutation poured on the statue of the saint holding a water bottle. The merciful man couldn't bear to look at the tragedy that was about to happen.

Chapter 1224 Chapter [-]

"boom!"

Monsters with antlers, wolf heads, and human bodies smashed against the base of the boulder, the candlelight was extinguished, smoke and dust rose, and broken stones splashed nearby.

The mutated Lawrence gasped for breath, and the lingering flames on his hair flickered on and off.

Because the white exoskeleton that wrapped his chest had been shattered, the throbbing red and black sarcoma in it expanded and contracted rhythmically.

Lawrence raised his neck and roared, and suddenly swallowed all around, and the candlelight on both sides of the hall flickered and changed.

At the same time, the surrounding dense blood flowed out from the stone pillars, floors, and sculptures, and rushed to Lawrence under the base like a river returning to the sea.

In the blink of an eye, the almost fatal wound on the monster that Lawrence transformed disappeared.

On the contrary, after undergoing destruction and remodeling, his exoskeleton became stronger, and his shape further transformed into an animal, which is quite different from the appearance of human beings.

Kevin looked around and ironically found that there were countless miniature rivers of blood surging and converging in the gaps between the brick joints and architectural patterns.

The once sacred and compassionate sculptures flowed red blood energy from their respective muscle textures, seven orifices and five sense organs. Evil and gloomy have instead become the main theme of the church.

The various structural textures of the entire hall, under the blessing of Karl's runes, turned into intricate capillaries and arteries and veins, continuously supplying energy to Lawrence in front of the base.

It turned out that, in addition to being used as raw materials to promote blood therapy, the remaining accumulated bloodstones were concentrated in the entire building structure of the Great Church, forming a huge secret magic formula here!

Large blood bottle?

No, it should be called "Resurrection Spring", or "Artificial Blood Pool".

It seems that this is the fuel you have prepared for yourself to walk up the ladder of God.

Kevin's indifferent eyes converged forward, and he stood with his sword in both hands. He seemed to take a step at random, and silver-white ripples rippled.

However, the torrent of blood that nourished Lawrence twisted and collapsed in an instant, turning into dots of red mist, which gradually merged into the air and faded away.

"Roar!"

The monster, whose rational light was about to be extinguished, rushed forward angrily, using roars instead of words, and threw two arms of different lengths and thicknesses at the culprit in front of him.

hum!

The sound of the sword was exciting, and a faint blue arc flashed across the sky, and the candle lights on both sides along the way were instantly extinguished by some invisible force.

Kevin holds the moonlight greatsword in his hand, puts away his posture of slashing forward, and the crisp sound of the blade being sheathed echoes.

The saint Amelia, who was praying on the side, turned her head stiffly and looked backward in astonishment.

boom!

On the pedestal at the end, the head of the statue of the saint holding water from a bottle slipped from the neck and hit the table heavily, setting off smoke and dust all over the floor.

how is this possible!Will not!

puff!

At the same time, the hideous figure between Kevin and the pedestal tilted slightly while maintaining a forward posture, and the upper body suddenly fell forward from the waist axis.

The lower half of the body, which lost its support, immediately ignited violently in the scurrying blood flames, and the bones were scorched and the skin was burnt in an instant, turning into ashes and disintegrating inch by inch.

And the upper body of Lawrence, who fell to the ground, was furious. He planed forward in a swimming posture and continued to pounce on Kevin.

The ground where the monster swam, the stone slabs were crushed into powder, and the blood spilled from the wound burned quickly, turning into the rising fire of purgatory, scorching everything around.

Sorry, your way is over!

Kevin nodded slightly, then leaned back, his waist axis twisted into an exaggerated arc like a big bow drawn.

And the imitation moonlight greatsword in his hand roared and flew out after the owner charged up to the extreme.

With unstoppable momentum, the sharp blade broke through the blockade of flames, pierced Lawrence's chest, and nailed him to the base abruptly, the hilt trembling.

The upper half of the monster's body in the center gradually burned, and the remains of flesh and blood turned into ashes little by little, and fell to the ground.

"No! My Lord Bishop!"

Amelia groaned in pain, wanting to pounce on the flames on Lawrence's body.

However, the imitation of the dilapidated moonlight greatsword possessed unexpected power. As soon as she approached, she was blown away by the surging sword energy and fell into a coma.

But it seemed that it was the cry of blood and the falling figure like a butterfly with broken wings that made the monster gradually stop its needless struggle.

The twisted and swollen body gradually shrunk, and Lawrence's pale cheeks began to be reflected in the firelight.

"It seems that my feeling is right."

"But this still underestimates you..."

The bishop's face gradually recovered a bit of blood, and he felt a little relieved while sighing.

"Whether it's the divine son of Ibritas in the womb of the fake doctor, or the backhand left behind by the small church of Adam, theoretically, I have destroyed them all."

"I'm sorry, but your plan to manipulate the Son of God to protect Yanan has failed."

"As for the last move of forcibly merging bloodstones, entering a higher level of life, intending to meddle in the power of the ancient gods, and possessing power, it seems to be useless, because you overestimate yourself."

Kevin moved forward slowly, the previous fury had been washed away in his eyes, leaving only a sigh at the impermanence of fate.

"Master William always said to use the eyes in the skull to improve spiritual vision, interpret civilization, and see the truth of this world."

"He prides himself on being able to enter the higher halls of knowledge while maintaining his human form."

"Our pace, slow down, slow down, slow down!"

"Just like human beings don't step on ants on the road and stop casually, it is impossible for the superiors to give us more time!"

"In Yanan, how many people can understand the Karl rune, and how many people can concentrate on further studies in Byrgenworth and open the so-called [Intracranial Eye]?"

"He can't save more people, he can only immerse himself in his own circle and be alone..."

Lawrence's eyes flickered with mockery, but then he became a little confused.

"Blood therapy is different. There is not much threshold for this. Although a group of people will be eliminated, more people will be saved."

"The Son of God is not just a relative in the sense of the blood of the superior, but also the anchor point for Him to perfectly descend into the world when the stars are in the right position. They are essentially one..."

"And these newborns are quite fragile. As long as you grasp this lifeline, it is equivalent to grasping the vitals of the superior."

"If the plan goes well, I may be able to strip their powers from the weak newborn gods and transplant them to myself."

"Afterwards, I can divide this place into my own territory, maintain human rationality, and lead my compatriots out of the Dark Era!"

(Note: The perfect ending of the blood curse is that after successfully challenging the final boss Luna, he becomes the Son of God in the shape of an octopus-like mollusk, inherits the power, and leads the human beings in the dream to the beginning. It is called [The End of Childhood Beginning])

ps: The mollusk in the hand of the puppet girl in the picture is you after defeating the ancient god and promoted to the son of god.

Congratulations on being soft.

Prompt words: [Son of God] [Godmother], which contains a dark thread of the current plot, guess it yourself.

Chapter 1225 Chapter [-] People Are "Eel Transformed"

"On the one hand, in order to achieve this goal, I wiped out the Orphan of Kos, blocked the Son of Blood Mego in the underground palace, blocked the advance of the Forbidden Forest, and eliminated competitors as much as possible."

"On the other hand, I summoned Ebritas, the daughter of the universe, summoned the invisible finger Adam, and chose two gods as the subjects of birth."

"Also, I have prepared the mother bodies of the fake doctor and the nuns of the small church of Adam, and ordered the church factory to create a [godmother] that resists the spiritual will of the superior, just in case."

"Of course, if all the previous plans fail, the high-ranking people without the Son of God to maintain their existence will fully wake up when the stars are in the right position, and start to forcibly rush into our world."

"But the moment of their arrival is also their weakest moment"

"At that time, I still have a way. I can absorb the huge blood energy of the Great Holy Hall, so that this body that is no longer constrained by the image can complete the great cause of killing God!"

So what if the hands are bloody?So what if he stepped on the corpses all over the ground?

If I become a god, I will wash away all these sins and bring hope to them!

Lawrence, who was in the flames, seemed to be returning to the light, and the more he spoke, the more excited and energetic he became, as if he was giving a speech explaining a great epic.

"The you at that time, is it still you?"

Kevin muttered quietly, causing Lawrence to be tongue-tied and his expression froze. He exposed the archbishop's beautiful but empty fantasy with one word.

"If the plan is successful, you will gain the power of the Son of God and change into their appearance."

"Will you really continue to follow the logic of human thinking and behavior?"

"Do you really care about what happened before?"

"Or, when the time comes, will you really still have humanity?"

The flames on Lawrence's body swayed, and the ashes fell and spread to the chest.

The former self only had contempt for authority, but now he dares to trample on all legal ethics.

The former self was just looking for the overall situation, with the beauty of idealism and the romance of young people.

But now, in the name of cruel reality, he sacrificed his students, calculated his teachers, and used his best friends without blinking an eye.

In the past, I established the Healing Church just to relieve the sufferings of the public, and to apply the blood of the ancient gods to the field of goodness.

Every death and pain of the patient, although he can't say that he can empathize with him, he can also pray for them with compassion, and sincerely plant flowers on their shrouds.

But now he is so indifferent to the ruin of life that he is used to it. He can massacre believers of Dagon Esotericism without blinking an eye, brutally suppress blood clans, sacrifice innocent citizens of Yanan and his own students, and abandon the most sincere believers of the church. Regardless.