danger!My wives are too strong

One lowered his head in thought, but couldn't figure out why.

Too little information is known.

Apart from knowing that there seems to be a massacre here, the singers have no other information.

Raast felt it for a moment, then shook his head in disappointment.

"It's boring...everyone in this city is dead!"

After finishing speaking, Raast returned to the black and red sickle, and returned control of his body to Mu Feng.

It's not that Raast doesn't know how to think, but he just doesn't want to think about these things.

Since absolute power is enough to solve everything, why should he use his brain?

With this kind of thinking in mind, Raast would often be too lazy to think about it.

Now that he has become Mu Feng's partner, Raast has even fewer opportunities to think.

Whenever there is a need to think, Raast will resolutely give back control of his body.

Let Mu Feng do the thinking, while he is in charge of fighting and slaughtering.

"Ah... Mu Feng is back."

Seeing that Mu Feng regained control of his body, Three yawned listlessly, and then hung on Mu Feng's body naturally.

"Sister Three! No stealing!"

Five's eyes were suddenly sharp, staring at Three hanging on Mu Feng's body.

"Phew...Five, I'm so tired...let me rest for a while."

"Sister Three, it's not time to rest yet!"

Five tugged at Three's body, trying to tear it off Mu Feng.

However, Three hugged him very tightly, and Five couldn't tear Three off.

"Five, stop messing around."

Bo Hong stroked the hair hanging from her ear, and pulled it behind her ear.

Five would not disobey Bo Hong's words, so he had no choice but to let go of Three.

Mu Feng couldn't help laughing at this, hugged the listless Three in his arms, and then led the singers to the center of the city.

According to the information provided by Wan, the center of the city is also a church.

The church to which the church belonged was too old and long gone, no one remembered its name.

When the Diva Federation regained the city, it didn't tear down the church and let the church remain to this day.

Today, this place has become the stronghold of the "Cult of God", that is, the place where Midgard's power is concentrated.

Mu Feng and the singers remained silent.

They walked slowly towards the ancient church as if they were strolling in a courtyard.

When arriving at the main entrance of the church, Mu Feng stopped abruptly, causing the singers to stop.

Chapter 110 Three

On the ground at the entrance of the church, someone wrote six words of unknown meaning in blood——

Do not speak of angels.

Angels may not be drawn.

Angels cannot be described.

Angels cannot be carved.

Do not sing praises to angels.

Do not call angels directly.

"what is this?"

Mu Feng stared at the blood stains on the ground, his brows were full of doubts.

"I don't know, maybe it has something to do with the Church of Angels?"

Bo Hong murmured suspiciously, then looked at One.

At this moment, One's brows were tightly furrowed, holding the communication device in his hand, as if he was struggling with something.

"One, you can ask your brother."

Seeing that One hadn't activated the communication device for a long time, Bo Hong couldn't help reminding her.

Hearing this, One returned to reality from the entanglement, immediately activated the communication device, and asked Wan about it.

After a short while, she put away the communication device, and there was already a little sadness between her brows.

Wan didn't know what the "angel" in the bloodstain was, but he could only confirm one other thing——

The Church of the Angels has no necessary connection with "angels".

Mu Feng silently stared at the blood writing, and then turned his eyes to the closed church door.

"Let's go. Enter this church, and we should be able to know the meaning of these six sentences."

The light and fluttering words sounded, and drilled into the ears of the singers with the wind.

Then, without waiting for the singers to come back to their senses, Mu Feng hugged Three and kicked open the door of the church.

boom!

The door was slammed with brute force, and it slammed against the door frames on both sides, making a deafening noise.

"Ah! Mu Feng, what's wrong!"

Three suddenly woke up from the daze, and looked around nervously.

"Sorry for waking you up accidentally."

Mu Feng gently stroked Three's back, letting him relax.

Hearing this, Three immediately relaxed, took Mu Feng's neck, curled up in his arms again and fell asleep.

The interior of the church was silent.

The open door is like the mouth of an abyss, waiting for Mu Feng and the singers to "throw themselves into the net".

Mu Feng stared at the dark corridor, silent.

Then, a fiery flame suddenly appeared around him.

Blazing fire!

The firelight ignited the darkness.

Under Mu Feng's deliberate control, although the flames around him were hot, they deliberately avoided the singers.

therefore.

Being in the range of "The Burning Fire", the singers not only did not feel the heat, but felt warm and comfortable.

The interior of the church is filled with a strange and terrifying atmosphere of dead silence.

Before this atmosphere gets close to everyone, the flames around Mu Feng will ignite it.

Mu Feng and the singers walked all the way, passing through the narrow and dark corridor, and arrived at the center of the church.

At this moment, the center of the church was occupied by a large number of corpses, and it was no longer as spacious as it was at the beginning.

The corpses are piled up in a hill, piled here indiscriminately.

The stinky blood flowed, drawing strange and chaotic lines.

Mu Feng frowned, glanced over these corpses, and looked at the old man with a crazy expression on the throne.

The old man didn't seem to notice the arrival of Mu Feng and the singers, and he just painted something on the ground.

"Oh...it was a bloody massacre, and a delicious feast."

Raast spoke at the right time, "Mu Feng, the thing in his hand is blood—maybe I can be friends with him?"

One tugged at the corner of Mu Feng's clothes, and reminded: "Mu Feng, he should be performing a ceremony—some kind of bloody sacrificial ceremony."

Ceremonies often require a large number of sacrifices, let alone a bloody sacrifice ceremony?

——These corpses are likely to be the "sacrifices" of the sacrificial ceremony.

At this time, the old man regained consciousness belatedly, and noticed Mu Feng and the singers.

"Angels...angels will cleanse the world and bring "purification"...angels...angels..."

The old man was obviously completely insane.

Seeing this, Mu Feng frowned slightly, and quickly threw the Void Neng Kuwu.

Void Neng Wuwu broke through the wind, but stopped suddenly about one meter away from the old man.

"Angel...Angel...Angel!!"

The old man's raving suddenly became firm, like a fanatical believer.

The fanatical shouts echoed in the center of the church, as if forming an echo, echoing endlessly in the ears of Mu Feng and Song Ji.

"He must be completely insane."

Mu Feng patted Three on the back, pulling her back to reality from a half-dream.

"Whoa...Mu Feng, what's wrong..."

Three opened his eyes in bewilderment, looking around at the scene.

With the light of the "Blazing Fire", she saw the piles of corpses around her.

"These are... dead bodies?"

Three tilted his head in doubt, as if he hadn't fully woken up from his sleep.

Mu Feng put Three down without explaining the current situation.

The singers seemed to have guessed something, and hurriedly pulled away the sleepy-eyed Three, leaving enough space for Mu Feng.

Just when the singers thought that Mu Feng was about to perform "Dragon Comes into the World", Mu Feng rubbed out a fireball with his hands.

The fireball is the size of a human head, and is as docile as a pet in Mu Feng's hands.

Immediately.

Mu Feng gently sent the fireball towards the old man.

The moment it left Mu Feng's hands, the fireball surged against the wind, and at an extremely fast speed, it devoured the old man in the blink of an eye.

Even in the blazing flames, the old man remained unscathed.

It was as if there was an invisible force protecting the old man from any harm.

"Invincible?"

Mu Feng frowned even tighter.

"It shouldn't be invincible——Mu Feng, let's try it?"

One seemed to have discovered something, and suddenly asked for a favor.

Mu Feng looked back at One, then nodded slightly.

As if they had discussed it in advance, the singers all opened their lips in unison.

Strange syllables floated out of the lips, forming ripples that seemed to be real, floating lightly but firmly towards the old man.

In front of the ripples formed by the singer's power, the power to protect the old man seemed to have lost its effect, and it didn't have the slightest effect.

"Angels...angels...angels shall come!"

In the next second, the old man's body suddenly swelled, and then, accompanied by the cracking sound of a watermelon, it exploded into fine pieces of flesh and blood.

Even when he was about to die, there was still no panic on his face.

It was as if what he was facing was not death, but something insignificant.