Ordinary office workers who fight back with spells

Chapter 19 Hell Picture Scroll

Snow night.

This night is very dark, there are no stars and no moon, and the snow is dazzlingly white and cold, like the eyes of a beast.

It’s clearly not yet winter, but it feels like it’s winter, the weather is very cold, the night is dark, on the dark street, a black cat lightly crosses the eaves, leaving behind the dead bird with its intestines exposed, densely packed with flies buzzing Humming, the corpse was slowly being submerged by the heavy snow.

A leather boot stepped on the little bird's body, completely crushing the latter, and the plasma spurted out along with the internal organs.

Cross looked down at his boots, clicked his tongue in disgust, and kicked the corpse away to avoid contaminating his clean priest uniform.

For Cross in the past, God was everything in his life and his faith, but as a priest and a devout believer, he also felt the changes in the hearts of this country.

The cold and damp evil has slowly penetrated into the marrow of this country... He trusts the archbishop, Father Pucci is his beacon, and everything the priest does is right...

Only in this way can this gradually corrupted country be saved.

Clearly knowing that there is something strange, clearly knowing that there is something wrong, but Cross still does such and such a thing, and there is always a voice in his heart telling himself that there is nothing wrong with it.

This is all for justice. He still remembers what Father Puqi said to him that day: "Son, we will eventually ascend to heaven surrounded by crowds."

For justice, for Jesus, for the Holy Mother, for God... The corners of his mouth curled up sharply, and he tidied up the messy priest's clothes again, straightened the skirt, and walked away.

I was right, I was on the right path.

On the street he left, at a dark corner, a little girl was lying beside the wall, her lovely skirt was stained with blood, her beautiful big eyes had lost their spirit, her pale fingers rested on the ground.

An upside-down scarlet cross is engraved on the chest-this is the symbol of Satan.

Similar symbols, accompanied by similar corpses, are all over the Holy City of the Vatican. In the past 24 hours, nearly a hundred murders have occurred.

With his departure, a long time, a long time.

Pairs of empty and numb heads popped out of the window. They tremblingly looked at the little girl's body and the black reverse cross, and tremblingly knelt down.

They prayed, but finally it was no longer to God, they prayed to the devil, they begged Satan for forgiveness:

"Please, please, great Lord of Hell, please let this poor country go..."

"Please...we atone, we would rather atone."

They murmured, kneeling on the ground, densely packed, like one poor lamb after another.

The prayers grew louder and noisier.

"Lord, my Lord, Jesus, your light shines on me... keep me from suffering.. bless my brother, bless my family... amen"

Suddenly, a clear female voice was mixed with the prayers. People followed the voice and found that it was a child of John's family. Both her parents died in a horrible cult ceremony.

"Vicky, what are you talking about..."

An old man who probably knew the girl asked, he opened his kind pupils slightly, and asked.

Vicky raised her delicate face, her cheeks were covered with two glistening tears, and her amber pupils gleamed with sadness:

"Praying to Jesus. Asking for His salvation."

"You...!" Another middle-aged fat man beside him opened his eyes and pointed at Vicky:

"Why are you doing this...haven't you never been religious before?"

"Yeah...I never believed in God, yeah..." She lowered her head, weeping, her eyes glistening with tears:

"When we can't beg for mercy from the enemy...how can we do this? We can't admit defeat...Aren't you the most devout believers?"

The girl who was only in her teens seemed to be about to cry.

"you!"

"Sean, calm down..." The kind-faced old man interrupted the fat man. He lightly smoothed the girl's messy hair, with a reluctant smile on his old face:

"Vicky, my little Vicky, you listen to grandpa, you usually listen to grandpa the most..."

He comforted Vicky and said softly:

"But you have to be sensible, God has abandoned us... Didn't you see yesterday? The angel of the Lord was torn in two by the devil... We have no other way to go, it must be us The blasphemy in daily life has aroused the wrath of Satan...We can only pray for His mercy now...You must be obedient..."

"They killed my parents!"

Vicky opened her blood-red eyes wide, trembling all over, staring at the kind old man in front of her. The old man was her old neighbor and had the best relationship with her on weekdays. The old man affectionately called her "Little Vicky" '

"Do you want me to beg for mercy from my enemies... No, grandpa, have you forgotten? Your son was also killed by those people, and you too..."

Vicki took half a step back and looked around everyone in disbelief:

"Everyone's relatives were killed...Could it be," she choked up, looking at everyone's numb faces,

"Did you just forget it like this... Isn't this different from, what's the difference from livestock in a cage!"

"Has everyone forgotten their beliefs?"

"To Satan, we are livestock!"

The fat man named Sean roared angrily, and punched the wall.

"Vicky, you can't do this..."

The old man squeezed the girl's shoulders, his old fingers sank into the flesh, looked into the girl's panicked eyes, and said nervously:

"Quickly, tell Grandpa, and pray for Lord Satan's forgiveness, quickly... say that you know you are wrong, you listen to Grandpa the most on weekdays, quickly..."

"grandfather..."

"Quick, quick!"

The old man seemed to be insane, and leaned close to Vicky's cheek, staring at the latter with his cloudy eyes, and murmured:

"Vicky, please tell me, please, you can't be so selfish, if you don't admit your mistake, you will kill us all, you can't be so selfish! Say it!"

"God...Jesus guides us, gives me courage, gives me hope, and gives me strength..." The girl was pinched and breathless, but her eyes were extremely bright, and she said every word:

"Let me not succumb to the darkness, let me fight, let me remember my way..."

"No, you're too selfish...you're too selfish."

"Too selfish..."

The old man took half a step back and murmured.

Suddenly he said to the people behind him:

"Let's burn her...that's the only way to forgive Satan's wrath, let's burn this child—so that Lord Satan will forgive us."

The girl stared blankly at the ferocious old man in front of her—he was no longer as kind and kind as before, he would touch her head with a smile, and jokingly say, "My little Vicky has grown up again..."

At this time, his face was ferocious, his eyes were numb, and his face was wrinkled into a ball——Vicky looked around at the neighbors she was familiar with, and suddenly found that their faces were all the same——her face was grim, and her eyes were numb.

Very strange.

"Burn her!"

"Burn her!"

...

She was submerged in such cries...People surrounded her numbly...The girl curled up, her snow-white long hair was spread on the ground, wet, like a down-and-out kitten.

"God, if there is a God, anyone is fine. No matter who it is..."

She closed her eyes tightly and prayed in her heart:

"Please come and save me..."

A pink cat's paw touched the old man's shoulder, Kira Nanami lightly snapped his fingers, and passed the former, and the old man turned into a little bit of fly ash behind him.

He lowered his head and looked at the girl on the ground with an expression on his face.

Kira Nanami didn't intend to save people at first, but the long snow-white hair and the look of being abandoned made him feel very disturbed-a certain sense of déjà vu.

"What happened to the city?"

Before he could say this, he heard Wu Ya Ya's kneeling.

Kira Nanami looked back, everyone's foreheads were hanging on the ground, their eyes did not dare to meet Kira, they were in awe and fear.

"Master Satan...please..."

"Satan has come..."

The fat man's face, which was still full of anger just now, wanted to sink into the earth's crust, and his whole body was trembling.

The death of the old man completely aroused their fear.

They all recognized Kira Nanami's back, blond hair, light blue eyes, and forever indifferent face.

It was exactly the same as the demon god who tore up the angel at the top of the church a few days ago.

"Please forgive me... We are willing to become your believers, please..."

Everyone prayed in fear and awe, like a madman.

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Chapter 20 We Unite!

Satan... That guy was right, Kira Nanami's heart tightened.

Noki didn't lie, this time he told the truth.

Kira Nanami sensed the restlessness of the country. Looking around, one citizen after another lowered his head, not daring to look at him, his shoulders trembling, his pupils trembling, but his hands kept drawing the reverse cross on his chest.

Kira Nanami saw the soaring magic power.

The huge power of faith, accompanied by fear and pain, rose from all directions in the Vatican Holy City, like the confluence of hundreds of rivers, all flowing into the central cathedral.

During his time away from the Vatican, Satan was about to usurp God's authority.

Irritated, irritable, irritable...the nails kept growing, and he felt irritable, and the irritableness made him unable to kill.

People kneeling on the ground around them, they are numb and ignorant, Kira Nanami hates them, hates their innate servility, his soul is agitated, his cheeks are cracked one eye after another, and the remnants of Su Nuo Memories, echoing in his mind.

Kill, kill, kill all of these guys, massacre the city... In this way, there will be no faith. Kira pressed his cheek and patted those opened eyes back.