"Wow~" The whistling waves hit the dock of the land of God. The land of God is a magical place located at the bottom of the sea but avoided by the ocean.

As the base camp of the Ftans, it seems to be blessed for many years, but now it has changed, and the sea water around it has begun to come alive. The waves seem to be angry at the scene on the island at this time.

"Da," a drop of black corpse water slowly lowered from the air and dripped onto the face of an old man with an octopus tattoo on his face below.

The turbid yellow eyes slowly raised up, looking at the steel cross standing above the crowd, a rotten humanoid octopus monster hung up like this, with the rotten and wide horizontal eyes full of reluctance.

The closer you look to the god, the more you accept him, the more you have received the god of Ftan. As long as you have received the initiation ceremony, the identity of the member in Ftanism is extraordinary.

But the once respected adults hung on the shelf like a broken sack.

The old man's gaze slowly moved to the right, and more and more crosses appeared before him, and the whole God subdued into a forest of death.

Below the "leaf" and "branches", there were groups of desperate humans. They were ragged and thin, and many of them had minor or serious injuries.

They crowded with people, and piled up the entire land of God. But even so, there were still people on the dock waving their whips, driving other islanders to squeeze onto the island.

The old man knew where these people came from. They were all islanders from other islands in the East Sea. Their appearance proved that the pagans had completely occupied the territory of the Holy Church.

The old man's dull face gradually became new emotions. He crawled on the ground tremblingly and howled in despair.

A man next to him whose limbs were broken heard the old man's howl, and he opened his mouth and began to recite the Ftanic prayer.

"Please the blood of the powerful cleanse me of all original sins. I wish that Fotan Savito, as the Savior of my life, give me faith to look up and seek you..."

The man was weak due to injury and weakness, but soon the others around him began to echo him.

The voices of men, women, children, elderly people, prayers and the sounds of waves around each other, giving the deadly enemy who descended to the gods a vitality again.

Just as they were crying for nothing, a huge aerial island slowly pressed down with the momentum of Mount Tai.

The prayers of the Ftans not only did not decrease, but instead became louder and louder, as if they wanted to turn the prayer and force the other party to retreat, but this was impossible.

"Mass begins!" An extremely sharp voice easily pierced their prayers.

"Huhuhuhuhuhu~" The corpse hanging on the metal cross was instantly ignited by a fire, and the rich rotten smell in the air was quickly replaced by the burnt smell.

The flame burning on the corpse is not an ordinary flame. It will not shine the shadow of the object like a normal flame. The pillar of flame is filled with saltpeter and annoying poisonous patina; although it burns violently, it will not emit warmth, and only death and decay attached to it can be felt.

The corpse hung on the shelf did not burn for long before it was burned and fell from it. The flames fell on the heads of the living people.

Their hair and skin were ignited by fire and they were wailing to escape, but now there are people everywhere on the island, and they can escape no matter how much they can escape.

After a few short minutes, the flames with new fuel grew stronger and soon they turned into green columns of flames.

At this moment, a monster with black scales slowly fell from the floating island to the center of the land of the gods.

As the monster hangs in the air, some scales on the tentacles gradually fall off. The bloody wounds opened slightly, and some instinctively disgusting language came from it.

Qomer Taytay, Qomer Taytay...

Ama hina kaychu... Yanapaykuway,

intiqa ...pakakuchian?a

Munay Ma...qt'aiki,

Kachay .....Cuerpo Rumi!

At first, only the monster sang, but as the tentacles stretched their bodies around, the believers who should have been chanting the Fertan prayer began to change. Their horrified eyes became unconscious, and their mouths were loudly echoing the monster's spell.

The experienced people on the island immediately felt that this sound was not right. This was a sacrifice ceremony! No matter who the sacrifice god was, it was definitely not their Ftan.

They turned around and jumped into the dark sea around them, and even if they drowned, they would not want to sacrifice themselves to other gods.

But that kind of influence seemed to be contagious. Not long after, the disgusting spell from the monster's mouth spread quickly to the human mouth, and everyone was standing there like a puppet and shouting.

As the sound became louder, the green flame column on the island gradually began to rise, and the flame column and the flame column began to connect with each other, and an extremely devastating green flower bloomed in the land of the gods.

The next second, the green flames rose up instantly, covering the entire island. The flames burned their skin, their flesh, and their bones, but they could not take their lives away.

Millions of skeletons were jumping wildly in the green flames, constantly slapping their ribs and playing music. At the same time, they opened their white jaws as if they were laughing and howling.

Something was on the island in the sea, but they couldn't see it. They could only tell from the black marks of the hollow of the flame that it was some kind of single-legged existence.

"The Mass is completed!" As the sharp silver whistle came from the floating island, the green flames of the entire island wrapped around the black-scale monster in the air, and quickly drilled into her body like a living creature.

The flames burned violently the flesh and blood on the tentacles, and the wounds on the tentacles made heart-wrenching screams. The sound became louder and louder, thinking about the darkness around them spreading.

The next day, on the sunny island of Hope, in the hall of the Governor's House, Charles sat alone in the dull office, holding his head with his hands and closing his eyes tightly.

There were still some photos on the left side of the mahogany table, but Charles didn't look at it, as if he was preparing for something.

"Crill" the door opened, and Anna, with a smile on her face, walked in slowly. "Listen to Shanshan, you are looking for me? You miss me again before you have been separated?"

Charles still sat there with his eyes closed, without any reaction.

"Hey, what are you doing? I'm talking to you." Anna's hand touched Charles' face, and just as she was about to touch it, she stopped instantly.

She saw Charles open his eyes and look at herself with the extremely cold look, the look that seemed to look at strangers.
Chapter completed!