In the empty church, bright red candles are still shining in the corners of the house, shaking the blurred light and shadow of the main hall of the church. The wax water dripping from the candlestick has been connected into a curved line segment, and the bulging swollen bag quickly cools in the air, turning into a deformed swelling, hanging on the base of the pointed candlestick.

In the deserted corner where the audience was dispersed, the priest, wrapped in clothes, was sitting in front of the organ, pressing his fingers on the keyboard, but he didn't look like he was playing, facing the organ in a daze.

As the red candles that were exhausted one by one, the light that illuminated the whole audience finally came to an end, leaving only the last little candlelight, which enlarged the priest's lonely figure on the wall and cast a huge shadow mural.

In this picture, the priest is like a puppet with a soul removed from his soul. After walking off the stage, he becomes an empty body.

"call."

The final light source suddenly disappeared, and the whole audience instantly entered the dark era. Lightning that appeared outside the house was light and destroyed, and it was extremely accidental to illuminate a corner of the main hall of the church.

"Father, I have some doubts about praying to the Holy Spirit, I don't know if you have time."

After blowing out the last candle, I had already stepped through the sacred and gorgeous red carpet in the center of the field, quietly sat on the bench, and suddenly made a sound.

The priest who was sitting in front of the organ with his back to me, shook his straight back and accidentally pressed his hand on the keys of the organ, and instantly let out a low whimper.

But he immediately reacted and quickly stopped pressing the buttons, as if he was more afraid of making a sound than me, and whispered.

"Marcus... You are indeed resurrected as Rhodes said..."

"Are Rhodes gone? Are you not going to call him out and deal with me together?" I sneered and looked at his actions, ready to face the two enemies Rhodes and Father at the same time. The time is no longer the stage of escaping and hiding, but should point directly to these open enemies and find the answer to the question.

The priest did not look back and whispered: "Do you think Rhodes and I are allies?"

"Isn't it?"

"Of course not! If there is a person in this town who is my ally... it can only be you... Marcus!"

The priest lowered his voice, but said at the top of his lungs, "The Holy Spirit has told me everything, and the Resurrection of the Dead will bring an end to everything... Just like the lost Kalquesa's dreamy night..."

I looked at him expressionlessly and asked unmovedly: "What about the residents of this town? What role have you played in it?"

The priest turned his back to me, and suddenly his body shaking, as if he was laughing secretly, and seemed to be spasming, and said intermittently: "I am just a recorder of a moment... a clumsy broadcaster... or a witness of a great existence..."

"Then why did the residents become monsters?" I ignored his crazy words and continued to ask.

"You don't understand... The Holy Spirit has long been coming to you, that great will... You were once closer to the Holy Spirit than me, but you voluntarily lost the qualification to shelter... But the Holy Spirit still favors you, and the resurrection from the dead is the best proof..."

Intermittent explanations came, and the priest's narration continued. Although these words were rich and detailed, they did not explain any details, which showed that he had no answer to my question.

"Then I'll ask in another way, what are you conspiring with Rhodes?"

"Conspiracy? No, Rhodes has always made a mistake. He blindly tried to speculate on the will of the Holy Spirit, but he made an irreparable mistake... He was wrong... From the moment I finished reading Captain Unknown's manuscript, I knew that he was wrong..."

I took out the sheepskin note from my waist and asked seriously: "Are you talking about this book? Is there any important information on it?"

The priest did not look back, and seemed to see everything behind him. He nodded slowly and said, "That is the memory left by the disaster... The content is not important, the metaphor is not important, the fact is not important... This is also the reason why I will cooperate with Rhodes... He was the source, so it will definitely trigger the ending moment..."

The priest's description is becoming more and more crazy, and the rhythm of his speech is also out of human habits. In his tone, there are neither ups and downs nor clear emotions. Even the breaking sentences and breathing become random and irregular behaviors, dismembering the complete language and being difficult to understand.

He suddenly played the organ again, and he looked like a wild beast at the end of the road. The organ's deafening roar tore the quiet church atmosphere apart, and the chaotic beats appeared inconsistently, colliding together to form a high wall, creating a shocking effect with the twisted loudness and tone.

The priest's hoarse singing suddenly started.

“Along the shore, cut the clouds

The Gemini sun sinks into the lake

A long shadow fell down

Just in Kalksa

A wonderful night with the rise of black stars

The wonderful moon running in the night

But what's even more amazing is that

Lost Calquesa”

The lyrics are full of dark and unclear images, which seem to be a pointing narrative poem, but cannot be associated with existing stories and scenes. This scattered chant is like a randomly decorating uninterpreted clip from a trash can of sleep, and then randomly playing it out randomly.

While singing, the priest's head hat, which had been tightly worn from beginning to end, slid down on his shoulders with the crazy performance. Inside the hood, a yellow-black deformation mark appeared, which fell loosely on his shoulders, and quickly became ragged and worn.

The priest who played the organ with his back to me, quickly and quickly spoke a short sentence between the lyrics in an ambiguous tone.

"So that the Holy One is the King."

Then a shocking scene began.

His head, which was not wearing a hat, instantly expanded and swollen, becoming a greater degree than the head of ten people. Then the human skin covered on it was like a broken piece of tape, retracting to its pitiful size, exposing the strange uneven tissue inside.

For those tissues, the mutation and white spinal cord and medulla can be clearly seen. It takes roots and sprouts from the bottom of the priest, and roots extend out from under the priest's robe. The frontal lobe of the forebrain stretches and grows, turning into leaves covering the mutant tissue, and exposes thinly to the air.

The cerebellum is the main force of this proliferation. It broke through the limitations of the skull and expanded like a balloon. It seemed that a crystal clear fruit would bear on the top - if you carefully identify it, you will find that it is the pineal gland in the brain.

The deformed creature instantly broke through the appearance of human beings and turned into a strange creature with fangs and claws. It collapsed on the organ keyboard, but was still rolling on the keyboard with his hands and feet, singing this horror hymn to the indescribable existence...

All this happened naturally, making me wonder that this gorgeous priest suit was originally just a prison for imprisoning deformed creatures. Under the appearance of a human figure, there might have been such an unimaginable monster.
Chapter completed!