Chapter: 1166
Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat, and she felt a sense of panic about losing something important.
...Mom...Freya...Daisy turned her head suddenly, trying to rush home against the crowd.
However, she was stopped, and she was grabbed by teachers and dragged forcibly to the church.
Daisy struggled with all her strength, and shouted heart-piercingly, "Mom! Freya!"
"Mom! Freya!"
...
In the East District, in the Docklands, and in the factory districts, those who are old or have hidden diseases are like felled trees, falling one after another in the mist, and those who touch them at this time are infected with the plague and die quickly. Fairly able-bodied adults and children also experienced mild discomfort.
In their eyes, the mist mixed with light yellow and iron black is like the descending "Grim Reaper".
On the Tuesday of the last week of 1349, there was a heavy smog in Backlund.
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In the corner of the hall, Klein clung to the stone wall to prevent himself from being discovered by Mr. A.
Soon, he heard muffled groans and smelled the smell of flesh and blood.
"Give up your life for the coming of the Lord." Mr. A's voice suddenly sounded.
Plop, plop, the sound of the figure falling heavily reached Klein's ears, and strong spiritual fluctuations emerged and echoed continuously.
Mr. A sacrificed his four attendants? As soon as Klein had this thought, he heard phantom crying sounds. Some people were calling for mother, some were coughing violently, and some were groaning in pain.
As a half-expert in occultism, Klein seemed to see a series of illusory and transparent figures with unwilling resentment turning into illusory and transparent figures, entering the ceremony one after another, while the numbness, despair, pain, resentment and other depression accumulated in the factory area, dock area and east area for many years Emotions also flooded in.
Has it officially started yet? Klein closed his eyes, pressed his back against the wall, clenched his right hand violently, and loosened it again.
For him, the best choice at this time is to sneak out of the hall and escape into the distance while Mr. A is concentrating on the ceremony.
His right hand was loose and tight, tight and loose, many times in a row.
Seven or eight seconds later, Klein opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up flamboyantly.
He reached out to hold the revolver, turned around abruptly, and rushed out.
Wearing a black double-breasted frock coat, he raised his right hand and aimed at the altar.
The first thing that caught Klein's eyes was the altar surrounded by layers of radiance, and the tall and thin figure standing inside the altar.
The figure took off the hood, revealing a beautiful and feminine face, while the left chest, shoulder, abdomen, and thigh were covered with squirming, viscous, disgusting flesh and blood.
Around him, the light layer was filled with illusory and transparent figures, filled with numbness, despair, pain, depression and other feelings.
Outside the altar, the four figures who had prayed before had fallen down. Their skin was shriveled and their bones were tightly wrapped, like corpses that had been weathered for many years.
Above the entire hall, beams of radiance came through the void, and quickly threw themselves into the altar along the stone pillars, floor, and air covered with symbols and magic marks.
As soon as Klein came out of his hiding place, Mr. A opened his eyes and looked towards where he was.
His pupils were stained with blood, and there was extreme madness in his indifference.
If it were any other Extraordinary, he might have subconsciously looked away at this time, not daring to look at each other, but Klein has faced the "Eternal Blazing Sun" and seen "The Blasphemer" Amon, so he is not afraid of this, so he calmly buckled down Pull the trigger, and let a silver "demon hunting bullet" engraved with many patterns shoot out, rushing towards the altar. JrNovels.com
...Mom...Freya...Daisy turned her head suddenly, trying to rush home against the crowd.
However, she was stopped, and she was grabbed by teachers and dragged forcibly to the church.
Daisy struggled with all her strength, and shouted heart-piercingly, "Mom! Freya!"
"Mom! Freya!"
...
In the East District, in the Docklands, and in the factory districts, those who are old or have hidden diseases are like felled trees, falling one after another in the mist, and those who touch them at this time are infected with the plague and die quickly. Fairly able-bodied adults and children also experienced mild discomfort.
In their eyes, the mist mixed with light yellow and iron black is like the descending "Grim Reaper".
On the Tuesday of the last week of 1349, there was a heavy smog in Backlund.
����
In the corner of the hall, Klein clung to the stone wall to prevent himself from being discovered by Mr. A.
Soon, he heard muffled groans and smelled the smell of flesh and blood.
"Give up your life for the coming of the Lord." Mr. A's voice suddenly sounded.
Plop, plop, the sound of the figure falling heavily reached Klein's ears, and strong spiritual fluctuations emerged and echoed continuously.
Mr. A sacrificed his four attendants? As soon as Klein had this thought, he heard phantom crying sounds. Some people were calling for mother, some were coughing violently, and some were groaning in pain.
As a half-expert in occultism, Klein seemed to see a series of illusory and transparent figures with unwilling resentment turning into illusory and transparent figures, entering the ceremony one after another, while the numbness, despair, pain, resentment and other depression accumulated in the factory area, dock area and east area for many years Emotions also flooded in.
Has it officially started yet? Klein closed his eyes, pressed his back against the wall, clenched his right hand violently, and loosened it again.
For him, the best choice at this time is to sneak out of the hall and escape into the distance while Mr. A is concentrating on the ceremony.
His right hand was loose and tight, tight and loose, many times in a row.
Seven or eight seconds later, Klein opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up flamboyantly.
He reached out to hold the revolver, turned around abruptly, and rushed out.
Wearing a black double-breasted frock coat, he raised his right hand and aimed at the altar.
The first thing that caught Klein's eyes was the altar surrounded by layers of radiance, and the tall and thin figure standing inside the altar.
The figure took off the hood, revealing a beautiful and feminine face, while the left chest, shoulder, abdomen, and thigh were covered with squirming, viscous, disgusting flesh and blood.
Around him, the light layer was filled with illusory and transparent figures, filled with numbness, despair, pain, depression and other feelings.
Outside the altar, the four figures who had prayed before had fallen down. Their skin was shriveled and their bones were tightly wrapped, like corpses that had been weathered for many years.
Above the entire hall, beams of radiance came through the void, and quickly threw themselves into the altar along the stone pillars, floor, and air covered with symbols and magic marks.
As soon as Klein came out of his hiding place, Mr. A opened his eyes and looked towards where he was.
His pupils were stained with blood, and there was extreme madness in his indifference.
If it were any other Extraordinary, he might have subconsciously looked away at this time, not daring to look at each other, but Klein has faced the "Eternal Blazing Sun" and seen "The Blasphemer" Amon, so he is not afraid of this, so he calmly buckled down Pull the trigger, and let a silver "demon hunting bullet" engraved with many patterns shoot out, rushing towards the altar. JrNovels.com
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