"Brother, if you kick the door, you have to compensate..." The owner of the Inuya Bar stared at the man tightly. The lights in the house were dim. Even after Bonsolf came in, few people could see the man's face clearly.

Mechliev turned around and narrowed his eyes. He reacted faster than the others, questioning in confusion, "Bonsolf?"

The air became quiet, and there was only the voice of the British female anchor on the TV in the bar, and there was a Russian translation on the TV monitor.

Bonsolf looked at the TV with his head squinted, and the influence above happened to be broadcast to the queue of clergy traveling in Landolf Cathedral.

"Who else can I have besides me? I still remember that when you left in the afternoon, you said that if you want to find you, go to the Inuya Bar..."

Bonsolf sat next to Mechliev, and the owner of the Inuya Bar stared at the impolite guy who broke in with an unkind look. If this guy didn't order wine, he would be bombarded by the bar owner.

"What? Is the ceremony done?" another person in the bar said to Bonsolf's back in a giggle tone.

Bonsolf stared at the glass of wine beside Mechliev.

"Is this yours? I'll use it for use..."

"My cup is vodka. If you want to drink it, I can invite you..." Mechliev's words were interrupted by the sound of the glass shattering on Bonsolf's hand.

The wine glass held in Bonsolf's hand was under too much force, and cracks appeared on the glass wall like thunder breaking nets.

He shook his hand and threw the wine glass at the person who was talking behind him.

The cup was flying very fast in the air, and when it was about to hit the other person's face, the cup suddenly shattered due to the previous cracks.

The sharp wine glass fragments were like several flying swords, directly inserted into the face of the man who was speaking with a laughing tone just now.

Blood flowed out along the wounds that were inserted into the face of the fragments, and the person seemed to be wearing a red mask amid the howling.

Everyone around was stunned, but soon reacted and helped the person in his hand up, pressing the other person's arm at the same time, so as not to let the other person touch the wound on his face.

To avoid secondary damage.

"What are you doing?" Mechliev asked in surprise.

The bar owner pulled out a double-bar hunting rifle from the partition below his bar.

And aimed at Bonsolf's head.

"Get out! Get out quickly! I'll break your head when I come in later."

The other party said bluntly that the people in the room even called the first aid phone number, and they did not choose to call the police, but some people blocked the door. If Bonsolf did not give a reasonable explanation, then the people in their room would definitely teach him a lesson.

"Wait..." Mechliev asked the bar owner to temporarily put down his gun, and he stared at Bonsolf.

But I found that the other party was in a very abnormal state.

"I'm so sorry... you actually left this afternoon. If you didn't leave, you might be like me, and the humble creatures can transform!"

Bonsolf stood up from his seat, and Mechliev felt that the old guy in front of him had really changed.

The other party's body was even more burly, and there was a scent of sulfur on his body.

What was even more surprising was that the other party's eyes had also changed. The other party's pupils and whites all turned black, just like the emptiness of a black hole.

Mechliev thought of what he said just now and immediately guessed, "You finished that ceremony alone? What happened after that?"

Bonsolf came over, and Mechliev could only keep retreating, and the others in the bar were far away from the madman in their eyes.

"What happened? It just made me understand a truth. I have done it many times before. Why didn't it succeed? It was all about the ceremony, and I was surrounded by you people who were undevoted to believe in it.

And my faith is pious enough, so I received a response from God when I performed the ritual alone! It was a gift."

Bonsolf was still approaching, and the bar owner could no longer bear it by shooting at Bonsolf with the double-barrel gun in his hand.

The scorching bullet made a black hole in Bonsolf's clothes and left a muzzle on the other party's body.

But this has no effect.

Not even a drop of blood was flowing out.

The other party's body was not affected in any way.

Bonsolf reached out to the bar owner to grab it, and a huge suction force pulled out the other party's plump body directly. Bonsolf grabbed the other party's neck.

At this time, small holes like fish scales appeared on the palm of Bonsolf's palm, including the inside of his five fingers.

They opened and closed, densely packed like Bonsolf's hands had many small mouths.

In every cut as big as a fish scale, slender granulations stretched out, like a mouth spreading out a long tongue.

Granulation can directly drill the skin of the bar owner’s fat neck.

As he penetrated deep into the other person's flesh, Bonsolf's powerful palm grabbed the other person's neck, making the bar owner unable to even make a sound of help.

In one to two seconds, Bonsolf gave in and the other party's body fell from mid-air to the floor. The body was pale, as if the soul in his body was sucked away.

Bonsolf spread his palms, and his palms were covered with fish-shaped cuts and granulations that stretched out from it, as if a granulation barb was growing on his hand.

"Monster!" someone said in panic. A few of them wanted to run out along the door. Bonsolf waved his arm, and the door that was about to be kicked off immediately closed tightly.

No matter how hard the people inside can't open it.

"Bonsolf, calm down, what are you going to do? Do we believe in the Demon Truth Church? No problem." Mechliev was nervous. He had clearly felt a premonition that something bad was about to happen.

Bonsolf's black eyes seemed to look at the other party with contempt "You gave up your faith, but I didn't, so I changed and got rewarded."

"This is not a reward, nor a reward. It turns you into a monster! Oh my God! Holy Lord! Is the apocalypse really coming?"

When Bonsolf heard someone mention the word "Saint Lord", it immediately triggered the other party's crazy nature.

Bonsolf's black eyes were immediately filled with a hideous red, a destructive scarlet red.

His voice changed, as if it had coincided with the demon in the abyss. Everyone who heard the other party's syllable felt that his ear was chiseled in with an awl.

"You dare to mention this name in front of me..."

Bonsolf chose to start a massacre in the Juya Bar. The people around him obviously didn't know why Bonsolf became so different from ordinary people, but he did gain strong strength like in mythological stories.

Or it's more like the movie.

"I will give you ten seconds to shout! There will be silent here in ten seconds!"

Bonsolf raised his hands high, and the palms of his hands were cracked small fish-shaped holes, and dense granulations stretched out from inside.

The voltage in the Juya Bar was also unstable, and the scene in front of him was like a massacre that appeared by the demon of hell.

Mechliev was the only living person who saw this scene with his own eyes. In his later narration to the police, he explained that, "Bonsolf must have been bewitched or possessed by a demon during the ritual of the Demon Truth Church! Although he has the memory of Bonsolf's body, his personality has been distorted to the worst.'

Seventeen people died in the Inuya Bar, Mechliev was the only survivor. When he thought he could survive by chance, he happened to hear the priests of the Xinguang Cult on TV starting a ceremony to expel evil spirits.

The voices of three hundred pastors prayed collectively through the TV, which made Bonsolf feel disgusted and disgusted, but he did not choose to destroy the TV but left there directly.

Mechliev became the only survivor, but the police and people around him did not believe what he said later...

But the two incidents in Cardiff and Chessersu made Russia's Minister of Homeland Security doubtful.

In the Holy See also closely monitored Cardiff's expulsion of evil spirits, but at the same time, he wrote down the follow-up of the Russian cult incident in the mysterious book in the space of thinking.

When someone actually conducts the Demon Truth Cult ceremony written by Xiu Feien on the Secret Secretary, Xiu Feien can give back through a consciousness of the Secret Secretary.

Knowing the other person's name and the passing of the surroundings is like he saw a short film with his own eyes, which does not take up too much time in the middle.

At most, these scenes will pass through Xiu Feien's mind in more than ten seconds.

A script was written on the secret secretary. When someone touched the script according to the script incident, he would naturally become a character among the secret secretary who could be written into the script.

So Xiu Feien, the creator behind the scenes, naturally needs to know the role he writes.

When Bonsolf's hand covered with mouths and granulation was about to press on Mechliev's face...

Mechliev could even see the granulum in the other person's palm with his own eyes, like a hungry beast's tongue, and even the blood-like saliva flowed downwards. He could not tell whether it was saliva or the blood on the body that had been killed.

But fortunately, Bonsolf ran away...Mecliev regarded himself as the blessing of the Holy Lord.

Looking up at the live broadcast in Cardiff, England on TV, the priests of the Xinguang Cult are holding a sacred ceremony.

The White Bay Apartment Building, which was bleeding under the camera, was still hideous and terrifying, and the priests held a ceremony around this building that was polluted by evil spirits.

Everyone held the holy bag in their hands, and they knelt piously, Archbishop Richards and Bishop Cosche corresponded to the positions on both sides of the apartment gate.

They held the holy emblem and the holy bottle in their hands.

"We are in heaven, and may all men follow your name and be holy, and may your kingdom come,

May your will be done on earth, as in heaven.

All evil and evil, be driven out by thunder under your will!”

They recited together, and the holy bag in each hand was warm, as if something was burning inside.

When the last word fell, the sky that was originally red in the evening suddenly passed by a dragon-like thunder.

Man cannot drive the great power of nature, and only gods can do all this.

"Dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil! Those who should leave should not be kept!

The escape is ultimately at the beginning, and the will of the Holy Lord shall not be violated.

Light is the incarnation of the divine power of the kingdom of heaven, and will eventually detain all evildoers."

As the second prayer ended, the sky changed in the camera, and thunder flashed one after another in the sky.

The sacred bag on the priest's hand became even hotter.
To be continued...