Level 5 spiritual tutor Eric stood on the broken platform, behind him was a ruined wall. The magnificent morning cathedral was completely erased, and the sun shone on his face, but it could not bring him a trace of warmth.

The coldness is bone-bone.

"Bellegarde, is she back?"

His head buzzed, the death of the 6th level, the destruction of the church, that is, the blows of two consecutive times have made him lose the ability to think.

"It's God's punishment, it's God's punishment!"

"The Goddess of Dawn has lost the ability to shelter us!"

Someone shouted out in the crowd.

No one responded.

Compared to the fire in the bell tower and the explosion in the cross street, what happened in front of us was obviously much more shocking. The so-called Dawn Cathedral is not a separate building.

It is a whole piece of continuous buildings that occupy the entire block.

The so-called church area is therefore named.

But what about now?

Together with the Morning Church, the prestige established by the church here for 20 years is also the one that has been destroyed here. Once the faith collapses, it will be impossible to gather in a short time.

"Say something, think about it, say something." Mayor Wallace walked to Eric and reminded in a low voice.

Eric turned his head, his face pale as if he was dead, and the blood vessels on his forehead were thick, as if something was squirming quickly inside.

"Eric." Wallace carefully took a step back half a step back. Eric's mental state was very wrong at this time. Similar scenes reminded him of Benite, who had once lost control in the city hall.

"It's okay, it's all a test for the goddess." Taking a deep breath, Eric tried hard to calm himself down.

"What should we do?" Wallace's face was bitter. A few minutes ago, he thought his political career would be ruined here, but now he looked at it, his worries were unnecessary.

Haha, those angry parliamentarians and nobles may join forces to send him to the guillotine, and their lives are gone, what is the political career?

Squinted his eyes and against the light, he saw a familiar figure not far away.

Marek.

He saw the man's crotch trembling, and he clenched his fist with his right hand to stretch out his middle finger. Although he couldn't understand the specific meaning of the gesture, Wallace felt a strong sense of humiliation from Marek's movements.

On the other side, hiding in the crowd, Safry glanced at his teacher, "Is this the meteorite from the sky contract of the Starry Sky?"

"The shitty meteorite fell from the sky, this is a meteor shower!" Nooker's mouth was crooked.

"It's really a god. If the 6th-level starry sky sages have this power, what artillery do the two countries need when fighting? Let these guys go around the other party's city center, and all the kings and nobles will kill them together."

"It's so weird. I didn't notice any fluctuations of extraordinary power. What about the sage of the starry sky that released the meteorites from the sky?" Nookermen frowned.

"Why did that guy open a starry sky gate and transfer the meteor showers falling from other places here?"

After thinking for a while, I couldn't figure it out, "Hmph, this happened. The Oracle Church could not gain a foothold in Liam City. It died a level 6 and destroyed a church, but it didn't even see the murderer."

"In my impression, the Oracle Church has never suffered such a great loss."

Not only Newcomer, but also Sigmun, who was also hiding in the crowd, looked surprised. The meteorite he released was much more powerful than Bellergard.

"Is it the enhancement of the Nightmare Carriage, or is this the real power of the meteorite falling from the sky?"

At this time, Marek took the initiative to stand up, and he led other demon hunters to maintain order, evacuate the crowd, and the most important thing...

Take a group photo.

This guy actually asked the little fat man Harris to push a huge camera in his car, and took a photo with other demon hunters in front of all the clergy and took a photo in front of the ruins of the Dawn Cathedral.

This action caused Eric, who was already mentally collapsed, to lose control.

After doing all this, he walked to Mayor Wallace, "Dear Mr. Mayor, I want to build a memorial square for the Cross Street bombing here."

Wallace's face was stiff.

"Some statues stand on the square. I have some ideas about the image of the statue..."

"Impossible, this is from the Church of Morning..." Eric stepped forward and interrupted Marek's words.

"Oh?" he pretended to look around, "Where is the church you mentioned?"

"Don't say one, we can build ten immediately." Building a church is easy to do with its huge empire and vassal states.

"This is not a question you want to or not, but a question we agree to or not. Do you think that this happened, will the citizens of Liam City agree to you to build a church here?"

"Or, so what if it is built? It can't be said to be one day, bang! It was blown up again."

Eric looked ashen and looked at Wallace, who was sympathetic. They knew that at least in Liam City, the era of the Oracle Church was over.

On the other hand, Sigmun left with the evacuated crowd, and before the official funeral was held, he did not intend to meet Marek and the others.

The feeling of the memory being erased was still affecting him, and he even worried that there would be an unknown existence that could directly see through a person's thoughts.

If Theresa is really weird, then after Marek and the others knew that she was still alive, their performance at the funeral would definitely be different.

To be on the safe side, Sigmun decided to wait until the funeral is over before taking the initiative to contact Marek. As for now, he suppressed the urge to go directly to Teresa.

Although the destruction of the Dawn Cathedral did not cause any casualties, the impact on the entire city was far greater than before.

The news spread throughout the city, and everyone was talking about the far-reaching impact of this incident.

In the morning, not long after the sun rose, the sky became strangely gloomy and soon it started to rain until the afternoon.

Because of the rain, fewer people went out, and coupled with the early morning destruction, the whole city seemed to lose its vitality.

Chengnan Cemetery.

Holding an umbrella, Marek and others put what they were doing aside and attended Sigmon's funeral on time. Without the prayers of the clergy, the cemetery was silent, and only the sound of rain slapping the tombstones could be heard.

Only the clothes Sigmun usually wore and the twisted cane picked up from the explosion site were placed in the coffin. They were buried and buried. Those who participated in the funeral came to Lawrence and Teresa.

"Please mourn."

Lawrence looked tired and sad, but Theresa's face was quiet.

Just as the entire funeral process was over, Teresa, who was standing under the umbrella, suddenly raised her head and her eyes locked in a certain direction.

"What's wrong?" Lawrence discovered her weirdness.

"Nothing, I saw a strange person."

Everyone was silent in front of the tombstone, and the flowers that Teresa broke with her own hands were neatly placed on the moist soil.

The tombstone is engraved:

There is a son, an elder brother, and a respectable foreigner.

Sigmon's heart was beating wildly in the shadows in the distance. At the moment when he was in conflict with Teresa's eyes, the energy in the hourglass in his consciousness exploded.
Chapter completed!