: One hundred and fifty-fifth sheet: The Forgotten Land of Sin

Grimm West End, a church with obelisk hidden in a slum.
Several gray flags with broken wings like demons were inserted on the semi-circular white stone door of the church, hunting under the blowing of the night wind.
Under the cold moonlight, the patterns on the flags had long been blurred, but the shadows were like ferocious demons waving their claws when the wind moved.
Enter the church.
In the dark night, the dim warm candlelight and torch light illuminates the church hall slightly, but the lack of light makes the surrounding area very dark.
Looking around the church through the faint light.
The black walls are painted in a creepy blood red with various horrible patterns. The devil of is devouring human beings, the demon of the abyss is tearing the earth, and destruction and death are passed through the wall to everyone who stops and stares. Humanity.
Darkness and horror.
Such an environment is enough for normal humans to turn around and escape.
But tonight, it's different.
"When darkness falls, the entire world will sink under the feet of the tyrant monarch, and everything will be destroyed. Only by faith in the eternal king-the of tyranny, can you be freed from death.
The great tyrannical god, your humble and loyal believer sacrifices the most delicious soul to you! "
A priest in a black cloak knelt down in the middle of the church and prayed loudly with a strange and harsh tone.
The broad cloak covered the priest's entire face, the invisible face was hidden in the shadows, and only the high hooked nose was exposed.
On the black altar in front, a figure covered with scars was lying unconscious on it. Obviously, this was the sacrifice hidden in the shadow of the priest.
There were more than 20 humans with enthusiastic faces around them, wearing linen robes, shouting together with each other.
"Great tyrannical god, your humble and loyal believer sacrifices the most delicious soul to you~"
Kneel down together.
At this time, the shady priest in the center began to whisper the obscure and long spell.
"Ol......rf......cq......f......xy......rv......"
Abyssal profanity.
Unsteady human beings will fall into mental hallucinations after hearing the profanity of the abyss, and finally will be feared to death by the terrifying hallucinations.
Such an evil language can only be used by the devils of the abyss and followers of the evil god, the most evil language.
After the black-robed priest finished chanting the spell, the air slowly sank into unspeakable dignity.
No one made a sound in the whole church. Everyone was watching the altar in front, only the sound of hunting flags came from outside the church.
Just as the central pastor was extremely disappointed and prepared to get up, an indescribable terror pressure appeared.
The lights in the dimly lit church were even dim at this moment, and the light could no longer reach the altar at this moment.
Above the altar, a cold sight from the shadows and darkness made everyone surrounded by fear.
There seems to be an indescribable horror being watching here.
Gaze from the abyss.
Fear rises in everyone's hearts.
When the scarred human was panicking in the church, inch by inch on the altar turned into ashes.
Just like burnt wood, it disappears as soon as it is blown by the wind.
Horror and cruel, everyone bowed their heads and dared not look directly, only the black-robed priest in the center was excited.
Great of tyranny, your humble believer finally got your attention, praise you!
After the sacrifice disappeared, that majestic gaze scanned the church around. Everyone felt cold all over when they were being watched, and their legs were unconsciously limp, like a dragon opening its mouth in front of them.
After scanning around, his eyes stopped on the priest in the center.
Brush~
A cloud of dark energy like thick smoke continued to roll up from the altar.
Before everyone had time to react, he entered the body of the black-robed priest in the center.
At the same time, the cold gaze disappeared.
Everyone in the church appeared to the surface after drowning, and began to breathe with panic in their eyes.
The priest shrouded in the cloak suddenly widened his eyes at this moment, and the hoarse voice in his mouth was full of surprise.
"I have become level 15!! Praise the of tyranny!!"
When the surrounding crowd heard this, they looked at him with envy.
This is the second 15th level of the evening bell church, they are about to rise! !
They will certainly spread the glory of the of tyranny to Grimm! !
Those hypocritical main gods, those heinous heretics, will surely turn into ashes under the light of my god.
They, who just felt the power of God, are now full of confidence.
No one can resist under the majesty of the of tyranny, God is the only eternal existence!
Stanley stood up, feeling the explosive power in his body, his blood was boiling.
He finally reached level 15! !
Praise the of tyranny! !
The eyes hidden in the cloak are dark and bloodthirsty, the evening bell church will eventually rise, and the of tyranny is the true god! !
A sacrifice hidden in the darkness was quietly completed without anyone noticing it.
Grimm has an additional level 15 presence without everyone knowing.
"Master Stanley, the bishop invites you to come..."
After the sacrificial ceremony, a priest who was also hidden under the cloak came to Stanley and said in a respectful tone.
Stanley nodded, turned to glance at the people around him, and said lightly.
"Hide the church after you leave, and don't expose anyone when the evening bell church has no public identity.
The dusk of the gods is coming.
Only the gods of the endless abyss are the masters of this world! "
"Yes, Lord Stanley", the pastors underneath them raised their chests and bowed~EbookFREE.me~ The excitement on their faces seemed to have reached the ideal of lifelong struggle.
Stanley's dark eyes flashed a bit of cold blue light under the cloak, and he turned around which priest had left, leaving only the believers who were cleaning up.
The West End is the slum of Grimm, with more than 600,000 poor people crowded in this narrow city.
Sin, violence, gambling, love, this land is a paradise for crime.
Every day, there are new corpses floating in the sewers. Some of these corpses may have died of murder, may have died of the sacrifice of the evil god, or may have died of the evil spell of a necromancer. No one can clearly explain their cause of death. .
This is a place of sin that the evil gods all cheer for.
The nobles of Grimm seem not to care about this land. The city lord once sent an army to clean up this area, but it won't be long before it will be restored to its original state.
Sin has taken root here, and this land is rotten to the bone.
For this reason, the chaotic and evil Southern District has become the first choice for countless underground forces.
The followers of Cthulhu, gangs, criminals being exiled, heretics being hunted down, the evil that ordinary people can imagine, all exist here.
After Stanley's followers led the passers-by out of the church, they shuttled in the darkness, and the cold moonlight seemed to dim a lot when it shone on the land.
The dense trails are like twine, with no heads and no clear tails.
When passing a small road, they even witnessed a brutal murder, but they both ignored it.
Half a day later, in front of a luxurious manor, the guide, who was also hidden under the cloak and could not see his face, stopped.
"Master Stanley, Master Bishop is inside, please."