Chapter 165

Rodney watched with a smile as the seven "lucky" priests standing around the altar turned into a mess of flesh and blood in the blink of an eye, and the radiating and splattering blood stains almost dyed the entire white altar bright red. Continuously dripping, various activated organs writhed on the ground.

The claustrophobic inner room was instantly filled with a pungent and disgusting smell of blood, and the statue of the pope looking at the center seemed to change from solemn to strange.

"Ho ho..."

The priests, whose faces were full of fear and fanaticism, lost their last breath as they struggled, their eyes gradually became dull.

Rodney walked to the altar and looked excitedly at the only priest who could barely stand.

The holy moon brain, made of the awakened sacred object "Sleeping Moon Son", gradually transforms the host into a lair suitable for the presence of the gods, whether it is physical or spiritual.

This is the "fetus".

The silver placenta enshrined in the center is, needless to say, the "placenta".

The entire inner room is painted with runes, which itself is an altar in the shape of a womb, which is the "fetal palace".

When the "fetus", "placenta" and "uterus" coexist, "God" can be born on the "fetus"!

Rodney's expression was full of greed and intoxication. This is a real god who has been believed in for thousands of years.

Today, He will truly come from a dream to the real world, and be truly worshiped by people with their eyes!

"Puff! Puff!"

Dozens of wildly dancing tentacles "grow" from the priest's chest and abdomen, and are pulling at the sides of his body, as if they are "pulling" out the source of these tentacles extending deeper.

"Slightly..."

The priest kept spitting blood out of his mouth, and kept waving his hands indiscriminately, as if trying to grab something. He persisted for a full fifteen minutes, but in the end he could only kneel down powerlessly.

And when he fell, those tentacles seemed to have no power, and soon after, they all fell to the ground with a slap. Looking carefully, these bloody and wet tentacles still looked like intestines.

The surroundings returned to silence, except for the corpses all over the floor, there were only two living people left, Rodney and the saint.

Rodney was still staring at the corpse on the ground in anticipation at first, but as time passed, the excited and distorted smile on his face gradually disappeared, and finally turned into disappointment and anger.

All of them died, which means... no one survived the coming of the moon, they all failed!

"boom!"

He slammed down on the altar, waved his hand to call the saint who was standing beside him, and said expressionlessly, "Xue Lier, go and call the next batch in."

"Yes." The saint withdrew, showing a gentle and holy smile, and selected the next batch to enter the inner room.

It's okay, it's okay... Rodney walked up to the altar and touched the restless placenta that made the sound of a baby crying. The blood and various organs on the ground were absorbed by the white altar, and nothing was left, and it was clean again.

There are so many "fetus", there will always be a lucky one.

"Time waits for no one. It seems that it is time to promote Shengyue Brain on a large scale..."

Rodney muttered to himself.

...

Anne Tuttle, an ordinary housewife, has a bakery husband and two children.

At dinner time, she coaxed her children to eat, and heard a report on the TV: "Recently, a priest of the Dome Church apostate and used explosives of unknown origin to blow up two churches, causing 1,700 casualties. people, including the priest's baptist and caregiver, Father Terrence of the Chapel of Charity."

"I believe that the people of the Seventh Diocese are no strangers to the old priest Terrence. He is... However, Vincent, who was raised, actually avenged his kindness and devoid of humanity. After apostasy, he went straight to the Church of Charity and killed him. died……"

"Snapped!"

Annie frowned, took the remote control and changed the channel, she had seen this similar news at least three times.

"Ugh."

She sighed, Father Vincent once helped their family, because for a while there were often abnormal noises in the attic and walls of the house, suspected to be evil spirits.

But after I invited Father Vincent to see it, I found out that because of the operation of the bakery, there were often a lot of bread crumbs and other desserts in the house, which led to the breeding of mice and then hid in the mezzanine of the wall and the attic.

Father Vincent helped open the mezzanine in the wall, cleaned the attic, and drove all the mice out.

Although he did some things that seemed to have nothing to do with his job, the gentle and polite priest still said with a smile that wherever the moon shines, they need to serve the believers.

Annie still can't forget that just after cleaning the attic, the disheartened priest took out a bottle of rat poison and joked that this was what holy water looked like.

How could such a kind and considerate Father Vincent do such a cruel and terrifying thing like blowing up two churches and killing his caretaker?

She didn't want to believe that Father Vincent was such a person, but her belief in the Dome Church made her waver again.

Annie shook her head, she was just an ordinary person, the hard work of daily life was enough for her to worry about, these things were too far away for her, even if she wanted to believe it, she was powerless.

"Mom, mom..." The two children began to tug on her clothes again, pulling her to play.

"Okay, okay."

Annie comforted the two little ones, and smiled at her husband opposite. In this plain and warm atmosphere, she packed up and slept as usual.

...

"Where is this?"

Annie looked around blankly, the quiet street was empty, the night was dark, and there seemed to be noisy voices far away.

But she still remembered that she should have fallen asleep, so... was this a dream?

Annie took a few steps in a daze, feeling vaguely familiar, and looked up to see the sign of the Church of Charity.

Church of Charity? !

She remembered, isn't this the alley near the Chapel of Charity presided over by Father Terrence?

What the news said is correct, the people of the seventh parish are no strangers to the old priest Terrence, just like people of Anne's age, if they got sick when they were young, they would come to the Church of Charity immediately for treatment.

The vague memory suddenly became clear, and Annie subconsciously wanted to knock on the door.

But before he had time to move, a figure jumped out from the corner next to him, startled Annie, and hid again.

She stared blankly, and saw the man staggered two steps, and fell in front of the door. His whole body was scorched black and covered with blood. The two blood holes on his raised face were extremely terrifying, but Annie knew this face.

Father Vincent!

Annie covered her mouth, her eyes widened in disbelief.

But what happened next really overturned all her cognition...

...

the next day.

Annie got up early in the morning, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

She didn't know what this dream meant, but in the dream, the apostle of the dying moon, the old priest Terrence who died like a god of death, and the priest Vincent who was crying silently in the fire all made her hard to let go.

A terrifying conjecture lingered in her mind, could it be... this is the truth?

"Wow! Mom help, it's scary!"

The child woke up with a start, crying loudly, and telling her the nightmare incoherently.

Annie was horrified when she heard it. Although the child's language was quite biased, it was roughly the same as her dream!

It can't be a coincidence!

Could it be the ghost of Father Vincent? But why did Father Vincent look like that in the dream? Is this the reason for his apostasy? Another sect...

Is everything in the dream true or false?

Annie, whose mind was in a mess, walked out with the child and saw her husband sitting in the living room. The absent-minded expression moved her heart, and she stepped forward and asked tentatively, "George, did you have that dream too?"

George was taken aback for a moment, then his face changed suddenly, and he looked at his wife and children: "Did you also dream about it?"

The two looked at each other, realizing that something was wrong.

A chill spread from behind.

George swallowed and forced a smile: "Don't panic, maybe we should find the church..."

His voice is getting lower and lower. If everything in the dream is real, is the Dome Church still reliable?

"Jingle Bell……"

The phone in the living room rang, and Annie went to pick it up. It was her friend Athena.

She is also a believer in the Dome Church and has received help from Father Vincent.

The fat middle-aged woman hesitated: "Annie, you... did you have that dream?"