Chapter 148

Vincent grew up in the Dome Church, and spent his childhood in an orphanage sponsored by the church. Many of his companions later became priests who dedicated themselves to the church just like him.

When he was a teenager, after he was baptized and became an official priest, he worked in this "Church of Charity" to help the poor, and lived a poor life with the old priest.

The old priest's name was Terrence. In Vincent's mind, he was an ordinary but great old man. He selflessly treated the poor for free. But his medical skills are superb.

Although the Ren'ai Church is also very poor, even the church itself is an extremely rare wooden church-in fact, it is an ordinary log cabin, which suffers from rain leakage and insects all the year round. It looks very dilapidated, and the living conditions are sometimes even worse than The poor are even worse.

But Terrence was not discouraged by this, but often encouraged the priests who followed him. It is their duty as priests to help others. Under the gaze of the moon, the gratitude of others is the best reward.

However, some people may have been inspired at the beginning, but over time, they gradually could not bear this kind of life and chose to transfer to another parish.

Even Vincent is the same - he is already the child who has followed the old priest for the longest time, but after all he has the ability to leave here to benefit more believers.

Vincent was deeply influenced by the old priest, so when performing his duties as a priest, he would try his best to do his best, which was completely different from other colleagues who could avoid or avoid, so he was deeply loved by believers. Seven parishes are quite famous.

If there is one place in the world where Vincent can feel absolutely at ease, it is only this little Church of Charity.

He believed that maybe the old priest would not believe in himself, but he would definitely protect himself.

"I'll leave immediately after hiding for one night. No, as long as my injury heals enough to not affect my actions, I can leave. I can't hurt the old priest, but I need to explain to him about Sheng Yuenao, so that he can stay vigilant so that he won't be controlled..."

Vincent leaned on the door panel panting and thinking, and heard shouts and knocking sounds from a distance, noisy voices one after another, the lights of every house were lit, people woke up one after another, checked and asked about the situation, and then there were exclamations With the sound of messy footsteps.

Vincent's heart sank. As a priest, he naturally understood that this was a situation where the heretical siege order was issued, the parish was blocked, and the people responded spontaneously.

These voices came from several kilometers around, and they can be clearly heard in his ears now.

Vincent immediately understood that his body was completely different, and touched his eye sockets which still had a severe pain and burning sensation.

Although his field of vision was pitch black, he could tell which house's lights were on.

No one understands the power of the Church of the Dome better than him... And now, he is fighting against such a behemoth.

There was a sound of unlocking the chain behind the back door. The law and order in the slum area is very poor, even if there is no church worth coveting, the door needs to be locked.

"Crunch—"

Half of the door was opened, Terrence had just stepped out in an old priest's robe, when he saw the pitch-black figure half lying by the door, he was startled.

"Who... Vincent?!"

The old priest looked shocked, and recognized the child he had guided, and then saw the blood on Vincent's body, the wound, and the two hideous blood holes on his face when he raised his head.

"Vincent, what's wrong with you?! Did you encounter a dream beast, an evil spirit, and failed to eliminate demons? Or did you encounter the heresy that triggered the blockade of the entire diocese?!"

Vincent was quickly supported by the old priest, moved into the church, and placed on a pew.

The old priest had rich experience in treating Vincent. He took out the medical kit and began to quickly clean up Vincent's wound, and bandaged him with divine power.

But soon, he discovered something was wrong.

The wounds on Vincent's body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. The divine power only accelerated the process slightly. The muscles, bones, flesh and blood all squirmed and grew, intertwined together, forming a very terrifying and shocking visual effect.

And the scorched black wounds on his skin quickly scabbed over, hardening like scorched earth, and a faint golden-red light emitted from the cracks all over his body, slowly flickering on and off.

It was as if all the organs in his body had come to life and were breathing regularly...

Terrence took two steps back subconsciously, knocked over the medical box, his eyes were a little frightened: "Vincent, my child, what the hell...is going on?"

This is definitely not what a moon believer should look like. The moon has always been dark, quiet, and deep, and there will never be such a sign of bursting.

He thought of the arrest warrant for heresy that was shouted outside just now, and an unbelievable and terrifying conjecture emerged in his heart.

There was silence in the small church, and the people outside had gathered spontaneously and knocked on the door of the church.

Terrence unlocked the door just now, and now as long as he speaks, people from outside will rush in.

During the silence, Vincent felt the old priest's eyes.

Maybe it's fear, maybe it's disappointment...

He opened his mouth, feeling his throat hoarse, suddenly afraid to speak the truth.

For the old priest, all the good deeds he has done in his life are due to his inner faith. He firmly believes that the moon brings peace and tranquility to people, and he is also committed to spreading the gospel of the moon so that people also believe in the moon and cleanse their hearts of sins. In this way... The world will be a better place.

If the old priest believed him, it would be tantamount to denying the meaning of everything he had done before.

"sorry……"

Vincent got off the chair, knelt in front of the old priest, lowered his head, and said with difficulty: "I have failed your expectations, I have betrayed the moon, the apostate heretic that the church wants...it is me."

Terrence almost fainted, trembling and gritting his teeth, eyes angry and disappointed, took a few deep breaths, slapped Vincent on the shoulder in frustration, and said, "So what are you doing here?! What do you expect Do I cover up your crimes like I used to cover up your naughty pranks?! I am a believer in the moon!"

Vincent lowered his head, letting the old priest push him.

"Remember! This is... the last time."

Terrence grabbed Vincent's collar with an angry expression, as if he had aged more than ten years. When he saw Vincent's empty eyes, he pushed him to the door of the prayer room in discouragement: "Go in! Hide ! If someone finds out, I will hand you over immediately!"

Vincent had known for a long time that the old priest would help him, but he couldn't be happy. He turned around and said, "I'm leaving soon. There is one more thing I need to tell you..."

laugh!

The dark and gloomy light flashed away, and bright red covered the field of vision.

Vincent's eyes froze for a moment, blood was splashed on his face, still steaming, and there was a huge wound on his chest.

The apostle Buck of the waning moon floated in mid-air, with a black mask on his face and cold eyes. The huge black sickle in his hand was like a death sickle for harvesting souls, and chains blocked the entire house.

The head of the old priest rolled to the corner of the wall, tears remained in his dim old eyes.