Chapter 83: Nightmare

[Blood Moon is high.
This long-closed town is setting off an unprecedented killing feast.
The archbishop in a black robe was nailed to a cross by silverware, the blood slipped, and only a scream came.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh God God God will do you!"
桀桀 桀
"The gods are dead--" Morris sighed and laughed loudly in the hall that screamed.
A blond man stood in front of the archbishop named Emily, with blue eyes with pleasure.
Under the stage, countless believers are sinking into their own sinful dreams and are beginning to kill each other.
The whole house was stained with blood.
But for a moment, it was already a corpse of blood.
Carina slashed the rope tied to her wrist with a dagger that fell to the ground, and then looked at the tragic situation in the hall with a shocked expression, wondering what happened.
Her memory only stopped at the moment she was bled.
"God ... will me ... the devil will fall into ..." Her hair was messy, and Emily, who was crucified on the cross, no longer looked at the demons in front of her, and continued to recite the teachings.
The she believes in will share the pain for her.
Looking at such a stubborn Emily, Morris tilted her head and smiled, and the next moment, blood splattered.
The cross was torn apart, and the blood of sin overflowed the entire rostrum.
Emily, who was still missing a word, only screamed and moaned and groaned.
Karina looked at Emily, who was tied to the cross and started screaming, and the charred man who stood in front of her, but felt that a fear rising from the deepest part of her heart made her unable to move. .
Where is she now?
Is it dream-or reality?
Morris turned her head and looked at the horrified blonde girl with a smile of grace.
Shh-the trial has begun.
This will be a grand and never-ending nightmare. 】
From "Nightmare"
"Well!"
Busy looking for a place to hide, Zhou Yu accidentally touched the sprained foot, and immediately felt a pain in the heart, and his forehead was a little sweaty.
But all this is bearable.
Zhou Yu saw a person holding a firearm approaching here, and he couldn't care about the injuries on his feet. He picked up a branch scattered from the ground with his hand and propped himself forward.
He needs to hide in the house.
The current situation is very unfavorable to him, and staying here is afraid that there is only a dead end.
"Quack--" came the scream of the crow.
As soon as Zhou Yu's breathing was stagnant, she turned her head and looked in the direction of the sound.
The sight of the crow falling to the ground caught the sight of Zhou Yu's hands holding the branches, all of which had blue tendons.
died.
The gift Morris left him was dead.
But in such a dangerous situation, Zhou Yu had no time to continue to be sad.
He gritted his teeth, dragged his numb leg, and went into the house.
After closing the door, Zhou Yu endured the pain, took out the medicine box next to the entrance, and hid in the bathroom to deal with the wound.
After laboriously tearing the fabric on the trouser legs, Zhou Yu looked at a purple lump on the ankle and frowned.
Now that there is no ice cube in the house to let him apply cold, he can only deal with it urgently and rub some medicine.
He is not a doctor, and he is still unfamiliar with the treatment of these wounds, especially this kind of sprain-just hope that no bones were hurt.
Wrapping the wound with gauze alleviated the pain in the feet, and Zhou Yu felt the sting coming from his forehead.
Really leaky wind and rain.
His forehead did not know when he had scratched the skin and kept bleeding.
Zhou Yu looked at the blood on the palm of his hand, and had to take out the remaining gauze, and then pressed it on his forehead to stop the bleeding.
boom--! !! !!
The roar of the explosion came again. This time it was very close. It was almost across the wall. The sound was so loud that Zhou Yu's eardrums felt a little painful.
It appears that someone shot the house directly.
Zhou Yu blinked, trying to stay awake.
He was dizzy because of blood loss on his forehead and the impact of repeated explosions. He could barely hear a heavy footstep entering the house.
The scorched smell of the flame-burning house flooded the entire house.
Zhou Yu stood up and stood by the door of the bathroom waiting for someone.
He was holding a knife in his hand, ready to fight desperately.
Regardless of who is coming, with this merciless killing technique, there must be no good results in his hands.
But he didn't want to die. He hadn't waited for Morris to come back, how could he die like that.
The burning dense mist penetrated through the gap in the door, and the strong smell quickly made Zhou Yu uncontrollably cough, and his consciousness began to stun.
He quickly soaked the bathroom towel and covered his face against the smoke.
After all, it was too late, the man had discovered his hiding place.
Flip-flop-flip-
Footsteps stopped in front of the bathroom door.
Zhou Yu's brow frowned, he stared tightly at the door in front of him, the sharp knife shining in his hand.
boom--
Another gunshot sounded and the bathroom door was opened.
Zhou Yu was knocked to the ground by this impact.
"Ahem !! Damn!" How many bullets and bullets does this guy have!
And, what exactly is this gun? How could the power be so great!
Guns are not uncommon in this small town, but Zhou Yu has never seen such a powerful gun.
This extraordinary power makes it impossible to resist.
A tall figure appeared at the door of the bathroom with the door panel broken, and those twinkling eyes were full of numb killing.
"Your name is Zhou Yu, right?"
The icy muzzle was aimed at the weak black teenager on the ground.
Warren's fingers snapped on the trigger, and his voice was so cold that he could drop ice scum.
"Yes." The dark-haired and green-eyed boy raised his head and answered blankly.
He knew that if he didn't answer, the killer who didn't blink would really pull the trigger.
Wallen frowned slightly as he watched the cannon fodder, which was very different from the original plot.
He put away the heavy laser gun in his hand and replaced it with an anesthesia gun.
Uh! !! !!
Zhou Yu only saw another gun appeared in the hand of the big man who had hit him once, and then felt a numbness in his neck, and soon fell into a coma.
Bang--
There was a huge explosion in the fire-burning house, as if there were any flammable materials inside, the fire was soaring and shocking.
Wallen turned his back to the flare and flung the second, tightly bound target behind the truck, and locked the door again.
He looked down at the time on his watch.
It's almost one o'clock.
He needs to speed up.
Noon.
A council is being held in the quiet villa.
A middle-aged woman with a compassionate face sits on the main seat and yells out, "Dear everyone, I have decided to hold a ceremony tonight to worship the gods!"
The believers sitting at the long table were in an uproar.
"What? But what about that demon? My daughter can't wake up because of it!"
A man in a suit and leather shoes stood up and looked at Emily, the woman on the theme, with some excitement.
Emily smiled and said, "Don't worry, your daughter Annie will be released tonight. The blood of the Son will save her."
The man in a suit and leather suspiciously said: "Son? Where's the Son?"
"Bishop, you have n’t told us the truth until now. What the is going on? We are now entangled by it. Only your necklace can save us temporarily, but can we only rely on such a necklace for a lifetime ? "
Another believer began to refute, and the remaining believers looked silently at the archbishop in the throne.
After all, since the last fire of heaven, they have really been afraid of this ritual.
In addition, since then, they have been entangled in the dream demons, and the believers in deep fear have even shaken their devotion to the gods.
The smile on Emily's face froze, and then she smiled, "Of course not, after this sacrifice, the devil will disappear forever, and we will never have to worry about it again."
"As for the Son, he is the most suitable person I have found.
Her best friend, the son of a son who should go to forever, couldn't be more suitable.
"His blood will wash away the curse of the demon, and by then, everything will come to an end."
"Cults, don't be confused by the devil. The gods will always bless you. I just hope that you will not let down the mind of the gods.
Emily showed a sad expression, bowing her head in prayer.
Seeing this scene, several believers who had originally shaken their faith immediately showed their ashamed expressions.
A faint light flashed in Emily's lowered eyes, and then said, "Tonight, it will be the day of all judgment."
"Everything will be finally judged!"
Al, a white-haired man sitting in the corner, expressionlessly clenched the pen that was originally placed in the palm of his hand.
The plot has changed more and more, and the situation is not good.
"Hmm--is it?" A hoarse voice sounded in this spacious conference room, full of malice.
"Then I'm going to start my trial too, so let's start now, and don't delay your trial in the evening-oh!"
The wanton and frantic laughter echoed over the room and penetrated into the hearts of everyone who was afraid.
"How is this possible ..." Ay accidentally pinched the pen in his palm, revealing an incredible expression of horror.
Emily's necklace has not been contaminated by the heroine's blood, and Morris should reasonably be afraid to scorn it here.
It was so easy to break in, it seems that Morris is now stronger than in the original plot ...
Al sat down in his seat with his head bowed so that he could not see his expression clearly, but the pair of intersecting, clenched hands showed his violent inner fluctuation.
He felt that this task was probably more formidable.
"Before the trial, come and play a game ~" Morris reappeared with a teasing voice, accompanied by people's screams.
"No!-Let's get out of here!" The believer in the suit and leather clapping desperately slapped the door of the conference room.
However, the door of the room, which was not locked at the moment, seemed to be welded to death, and no matter how he slapped it, he could not open it.
"Ah, it seems someone wants to quit the game halfway?"
Morris sounded with a startled voice, and other panicking believers immediately approached the door with hope, hoping to be allowed to exit the "game."
Slap-a bang.
The man hitting the door was gone, leaving only a puddle of ground meat and viscera in his place, and blood splashed around the people who gathered around him.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"Help! Help! Come on!"
"Quick! Call the police! Quick!"
The screams rang through the conference room, making people feel that their eardrums were tingling, but no one could control their voices in such situations.
Everyone was screaming, hoping to release their inner fears in this way.
"Hmm ~ you can't quit, this is a game that is either dead or alive, am I right? Mother"
It was said that Emily, who had been sitting silently in prayer on the theme, opened her eyes and cried, "Everyone-don't be fooled by demons! We are believers of God! It can't hurt us!"
The believers who had become a mess of porridge gradually quieted down, all looking at the calm archbishop Emily.
"As long as we work together, we won't get hurt--" said Emily, holding up the tightly held necklace, and like countless times in the past, the necklace began to shine with strange black colors.
Only this time, it was slightly different.
A man with burnt marks appeared behind Emily, and his sharp claws pierced Emily's chest and abdomen.
"Ah !!!!-No ... Yes ..." Emily opened her bloodshot eyes with an unbelievable expression on her face.
The black ghost's hand clasped Emily's neck, so she could no longer make a confusing statement.
The necklace in her hand also fell to the ground, and the brilliance was no longer.
Morris's blue eyes turned to Emily, with a smile on her face, dark and horrifying.
"My dear mother, you might as well be a witness to games and trials."
"Well, let me think, where is it better for you to sit?" Morris looked at the fear in the eyes of this formerly indifferent woman, and his smile became even more mad. "It would be better to be there.桀桀 "
Morris looked at the erected cross on the wall directly opposite the conference room.
The next second, Emily appeared on the wall of the conference room.
Her hands and feet were pierced by silver nails, showing the sacrifice of a sacrifice. Blood was flowing constantly, and a pool of blood flowed under the cross.
Her abdomen was also penetrated by silverware, exposing her internal organs.
"So, the witnesses are ready, are the players participating in the game? Are you ready?" The blond-haired man narrowed his dim blue eyes with a faint smile.
The trembling believers stared at the archbishop hanging on the wall mournfully, and their spirits were on the verge of collapse.
The author has something to say: Thank you for the mines of Bei Yeye, Yingying Caochang, Windy, Sasaki Hiroyuki, and Nine-tailed Sister ~ Thank you for the mines of the little angels ~ Love you!
Thank you also for the little angel's nutrient solution ~ Thank you ~
small theater:
Zhou Yu's illusion: (Grip the knife) I can fight back!
Boom-(the door was shot by a shot)
Zhou Yu: (Expressionless) Oh, this hanging force is hanging up.
An illusion of the reincarnation squad: (hold the gun tightly) We can fight back!
(After chopping melon and chopping vegetables)
Reincarnation: (No expression) Damn! boss is up! Spicy Chicken Lord!
Lord God: (Fried Hair) What's the matter with Lao Tm!
Awareness of the future world: (eyes glow green) You have appeared again, Lord God.
Nightmare world consciousness: (silently set up the grill) In the future, smear my newly bought caviar today ~ (Good smile)