The cry of the guerrilla falcon finally echoed through the sky in the Church of Storms.

On this day, the high priest killed more than a dozen precious guerrilla falcons one after another, and also smashed a very valuable meditation room in the Church of Storms to pieces. The entire Church of Storms was silent, and no one dared to step too hard for fear of one person. Accidentally suffered the disaster of pond fish.

No benefits have been gained yet, but my life has been completely lost.

Salvatore stayed in his small courtyard with a serious expression, surrounded by a very nervous Desga and several trainee priests who were attached to Salvatore. Everyone looked a little uneasy and anxious.

"The high priest was not like this before." Salvatore murmured to himself. He came to the Storm Church on Jacob Island when he was fourteen years old. He is now twenty years old and has been led by the high priest himself for six years. To teach.

In addition to the teacher-student relationship between the two, they are also friends and father and son.

Salvatore loves the high priest, and believes that the high priest’s wisdom will never easily commit such an act of embarrassment to living beings... However, it turns out that people will change, especially when problems of birth, old age, illness and death arise. Sometimes, people who originally appeared to be open-minded will hesitate and become a little uncertain because of this.

"But it turns out that he has changed now, and he has become quite dangerous to us." One of the followers said in a bad tone, "The chief priests in other places have not been like this, and they can even enjoy themselves naturally. In his later years... Sir, did you really not notice whether the chief priest had entangled with the forces of the demon clan before, or even had strange gifts on hand from unknown people?"

The contribution of the high priest and his performance along the way are obvious to all. So if possible, no one here would want to believe that the high priest has now completely turned into a cold and indifferent person.

"I don't know." Salvatore was quite worried when he thought about the rotten aura on the high priest's body when he met him before. Because he knew that if he told this matter, everyone would doubt the high priest. There were physical problems, and he voted to vote, and even sent a letter to the main church asking whether he should be stripped of his position as chief priest.

But seeing the last page of the great officiant’s glorious life coming to an end, something went wrong at the last moment? Salvatore thought that if he were the other party, he would never let such an embarrassing and humiliating thing happen to him. On the body.

But as long as this situation continues... Salvatore also understands that no matter how unwilling he is, as the successor of the Son of the Storm and the next chief priest of Jacob Island, he himself is the best candidate. The right person to handle this matter.

The identity, responsibility and reputation are also consistent, especially for the chief priest, it is difficult for him to have a bad look or resist against his students.

Just like the high priest would not vent his anger on Salvatore, Salvatore would not take the life of the high priest if he really wanted to attack him... But it is different for other people. Everyone's conflicts It is not consistent with the position. I would rather let myself get a little more than let the chief priest go by mistake.

After all, he has offended quite a few people in the past.

"You have to know." Desga knew the contradictions of Salvatore, but he knew better that if he could not convince the public at this time, no matter how much power and help the family would give Salvatore in the future, as long as Jacob Island If the manpower of the Church of Storms is not replaced, then Salvatore will never be able to control these people in his lifetime.

Because I was unwilling to share the joys and sorrows.

To a certain extent, he is a traitor.

"Savato, look at everyone, if you don't make a decision, you will most likely kill your past friends yourself, or else they will be sucked dry by the high priest!"

Desga knew that he was alarmist.

It's just that he may not know that his guess is actually very close to the truth.

In the chapel of the high priest, piles of corpses and flies and mosquitoes were flowing everywhere, and the filthy blood and rotten stench surrounded the high priest. At this moment, the old man's skin was falling off, his bones and flesh were collapsed, and his eye sockets were bald.

It's pretty scary to go up there.

However, even so, the other person's chest still rose and fell, his body was still warm, and his whole person exuded the desire to live.

"Strength...give me strength...quickly..." He opened his rotten mouth, and his broken tongue made an unknown sound, babbling, louder than a toddler.

Learning to speak is even more confusing.

Sword-like nails can already be seen on the skinny fingers. From the rotten flesh between the nails, it can be seen that it is these hands that have created the entire chapel as a hell on earth.

"Haha... If the descendant of Mother Earth can be found, I don't need to behave like this at this moment..." The body of the high priest has been decayed, but he himself

His will is quite sober.

He knows what he is doing, what he wants, and what his purpose is.

"If we still can't find the descendant of Mother Earth...then we can only use the Son of the Storm to fill this hole." The chief priest muttered to himself, although it still sounded vague from the outside.

of cursing.

"In this world, we only need one spokesperson."

"Well... the weather has been a bit strange recently?" The young man Ya'an raised his head and squinted at the gray sky, and said to Uncle Yafeng beside him with some uneasiness: "And are the people in the church still there?

Are you searching outside?"

Fortunately, before Lou Ning left that day, he had arranged the whereabouts of the young man Ya'an, and many villagers went hunting in the mountains in batches. Finally, he and Ya'an came down to the village together to prove the trace and avoid the suspicious guerrilla falcons.

Otherwise, he would probably have been taken away directly like the people in the next village, and his whereabouts are still unknown after more than half a month.

"Don't think too much, collect enough food first." Uncle Yafeng thought much further than young Ya'an. Especially after the village chief and the priest went to him privately to explain what Lou Ning meant.

This made Uncle Yafeng's sense of crisis particularly intense.

They have all experienced hardship and are deeply affected by the legacy of past historical events. Naturally, they know that the struggle for hegemony among the seas is not so much that countries need to snatch resources, but that the gods need a venting point and a means to establish their power over humans.

Each time, you will experience a terrible bloodbath. If you want to survive, it is best to try your best to remove yourself from all this, and work hard to save all the water and food, and then try to save yourself before any force comes to your door.

Do your best to show your innocence and innocence.

Because no one knows whether they will be pushed out and used as cannon fodder, the only thing you can do is to make sure not to take sides casually, not to keep any relevant tokens on you, and not to contact anyone who may be related to you.
Chapter completed!