Chapter 161: Acquaintances
Before long.
Except for the venue itself, William had visited every other place.
Haggai and Caroline roughly guessed the reason why Archbishop Borja invited William.
With this man's cautious attitude, who could possibly set a trap for him?
The two even felt a little... sympathy for those heretics?
No!
They repented in their hearts immediately; such thoughts committed the crime of "Betrayal" and had to be cast aside quickly.
At the same time, during the arrangement process, William unexpectedly met acquaintances.
"Bent, Zar?"
William looked at the two people huddled in front of the safety door.
"What are you doing here?"
These two were startled when they saw the monsters in the passage.
But then, hearing William's voice, they breathed a sigh of relief.
"During the rehearsal earlier, we heard Bishop Hermann talking to a man backstage..."
"They actually sold the disabled children from the asylum to the cult guys..."
The two spoke one after another.
"After discovering Hans's conspiracy, we felt the venue might be unsafe, so we ran out early..."
William understood in his heart, but then asked: "What's wrong with this door?"
Zar hesitated to speak.
He saw the two people behind William and recognized their status as Vatican envoys, so he was worried that saying the wrong thing would leave a bad impression.
Bent didn't think so much.
Hearing William's inquiry, he immediately explained seriously: "Father William, you said that when in danger, one must ensure a way out..."
"This safety door leads to the building next door, but it was temporarily closed due to Memorial Day, so we planned to pry it open."
Haggai covered his face upon hearing this, suddenly having a bad premonition.
"Everyone in the Church shouldn't be led astray... right?" He thought to himself.
On the contrary, Caroline spoke her mind directly: "Father William, how did you lead the seminary students astray?"
Regarding this, William naturally would not admit it.
After this, the group saw a familiar figure in front of another safety door.
That figure stuck his butt out, his entire face pressed against the door lock, and sighed from time to time.
"Silas?"
Bent spoke uncertainly.
"Hmm? Ah... it's you guys."
Silas put his hands behind his back, putting on a casual look.
"Your luck is a bit bad to be chased by so many monsters."
Only a moment later did he realize something was wrong; he immediately held the crucifix horizontally in front of his chest, looking quite nervous.
"Silas, don't panic, these monsters are all William's..." Bent told him the reason.
The former then let down his guard.
William tilted his head slightly, pretending to look at the surrounding environment.
"What you are holding... wouldn't be a hammer, right?"
Caroline stared at Silas's hand.
Then she looked at the safety door again; there were traces of damage on the lock.
But because the force was applied incorrectly, the lock head was deformed.
"Are you also prying the door?" She looked strange.
"What prying the door? Who is prying the door? I am ensuring the escape route is unobstructed!"
Silas suddenly became very excited.
"And why did you use the word 'also'?"
As a seminary student, especially a Bronze Cross Priest.
If people knew he was prying a door to escape, he would definitely be laughed at for a lifetime.
A moment later.
Another companion was added to the team.
"When I came out, those guys activated some kind of magic array that seems to pollute people's minds."
Silas looked serious, completely devoid of the embarrassment of prying the door just now.
"Those affected completely lost consciousness and couldn't wake up no matter how they were called."
"Clergy members from St. Peter's, Trinity, and several other churches are trying to find a way to crack it."
"But those heretics are also constantly consuming the holy artifacts in their hands. Once they can't hold on..."
He didn't finish his sentence.
But everyone present understood that everyone in the venue was in trouble.
Fortunately, the peripheral arrangements had been completed at this time, and the group headed to the venue immediately.
Inside the Venue.
A pitch-black crucifix was thrown on the ground.
Besides this one, there were quite a few divinely polluted holy artifacts piled on the ground.
Archbishop Matthew took out a new holy artifact and pressed it on the forehead of a clergy member.
The latter's eyes rolled back, looking extremely painful.
"Lost soul, the Lord's Holy Light calls you back..."
Aside, Beatrice frowned.
To wake up this clergy member, they had already wasted many holy artifacts.
Even though "St. Peter's" had a substantial inventory, if the consumption continued like this, protecting themselves would become a problem.
Beatrice glanced at Roderick beside her.
This priest's theological practice was only at an average level. Even with the protection of holy artifacts, he was still affected by those runes.
At this time, he was already somewhat delirious.
"Drink it." She took out another bottle of five-year vintage Holy Water.
Although this could temporarily delay mental pollution, it was like drinking poison to quench thirst.
Beatrice looked not far away.
There, a priest was kneeling on the ground, his expression half painful and half calm.
"Vane Downs. This priest from Trinity Church, relying on the powerful mental strength possessed by theological practice, actually risked getting polluted by the runes personally."
Beatrice shook her head secretly; in her opinion, this method was no different from suicide.
Standing next to Vane was a burly priest—Charles Shaw from the Freemasonry Church.
Charles glowed with holy light all over, resisting the invasion of runes while repelling the rushing monsters.
At this time, he suddenly looked to one side of the venue.
Beatrice also frowned.
A man wearing thin-framed glasses appeared from behind a pillar, holding an empty bottle in his hand.
The two clergy members stared closely at the man.
"Why resist?"
Seeing that neither of them spoke, Abraham took the initiative to speak.
"You spend your whole life pursuing faith, but faith itself does not exist; it is just an excuse chosen by humans to escape pain."
"I gave you a chance, a chance to abandon those useless forms and feel true pain."
Charles snorted coldly: "Can't understand a word!"
Beatrice's mouth corner raised upon hearing this, but she quickly suppressed it.
"Aren't you from the Wings of Vengeance? Why do you act like a believer of the Old Gods?"
Her tone was suspicious.
"Did you betray the 'Lord' you serve?"
Abraham pushed his glasses: "That is not for you two to worry about."
Charles looked the other party up and down: "So you do know how to speak human language."
Facing the ridicule, Abraham narrowed his eyes.
"Arrogant and ignorant guys." He said no more and brought the empty bottle to his mouth.
With a few light woo woo sounds, the venue suddenly became quiet, and even the movements of the monsters disappeared completely.
Beatrice immediately raised her vigilance.
She looked to the side; Archbishop Matthew and Roderick showed no abnormal changes.
Just when she thought this was some kind of trick by the other party, dense woo woo sounds suddenly rang out in the venue.
Beatrice frowned tightly.
All the spectators affected by mental pollution were holding a plastic bottle in their hands.
Accompanied by these sounds, the runes behind the seats bloomed with dazzling light.
Sizzle...
The holy artifacts on Beatrice's body dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This was a sign of Holy Power being polluted.
At the same time, she suddenly widened her eyes.
A row of figures stood directly in front of her at some point, all wearing the unified attire of the Church.
A moment later, those figures turned around simultaneously.
"Father? Mother?"
Archbishop Matthew tilted his head slightly; at this time, Sister Beatrice's eyes also began to roll back.
He frowned, but his mouth was still chanting the scriptures calling for the soul.
Not far away, Abraham turned his gaze to Archbishop Matthew.
"Your redemption has no meaning." He picked up the empty bottle again.
Bang!
The sound of blowing the bottle opening was covered by a burst of impact sound.
Abraham frowned and raised his head, only to see that the gate of the venue had long been broken into two halves.
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