"It wants to call... His Lord, the Lord of Suffering who is born from the future, even if only one afterthought."

The moment when the words fell into the cochlea, Chen Yin's childhood caved suddenly and his lips trembled.

"...Seeking the Lord of Suffering?" Chen Yin asked with his mindset.

"Yes... the Lord of Suffering from the Future." Serena's voice was also extremely surprised. "Even if it was just a afterimage, it was a god, enough to make...the vast majority of the saints who witnessed her be swallowed by their own dead souls."

Chen Yin couldn't help but lift his fingertips and knocked on the handle quickly.

"What else? He just sacrifices blood for the blood sacrifice?"

"Just my spy," Serena paused and said slowly: "It seeks a blood sacrifice because of a prophecy, a prophecy in the church... to a place called Resurrection Town.

The Temple of Suffering is good at blocking, divining, and prophecy. Forgive me and can't tell you more.

But... maybe there is no need to worry, prophecies may not be accurate."

When Chen Yin heard this, the first thing he thought of was not the prophecy in the church, but what Serena said, "a place called Resurrection Town."

I'm afraid... the foundation of her own kingdom of God has been discovered by her in this secret request.

Thinking of this, Chen Yin suddenly felt a little panicked and suppressed it very quickly.

"Oh, interesting." Chen Yin said with ease: "The prophecy in the church may be the oracle that the false god personally passed on."

I originally wanted to follow this and say: Resurrection Town is the residence of the people I chose, and I used such words to cover up the explanation, but when the words reached my throat...

"If this happens, it may be exposed more, and she can see traces of defense."

So, Chen Yin closed his mouth cautiously.

"My honorable guest, if the priest intends to do something unfavorable to you or to the person you choose, secret associations are willing to help." Serena said slyly.

"No need to worry." Chen Yin said casually.

Serena heard it and said nothing more. She took the initiative to say goodbye, "Then, if I don't ask for anything more, I think I should say goodbye."

"Thank you, Serena, I didn't want to ask you for anything. Welcome the secret association to come again." Chen Yin said normally.

As Rao lifted the carriage as usual, the secret association gradually drifted away. Chen Yin breathed a sigh of relief. Except for the first time, he had never been so nervous when facing Serena.

"Then, it's time to deal with that troll." Chen Yin was about to turn his eyes to Resurrection Town, "even if it's a prophecy."

However, Chen Yin glanced at the two bell towers and remembered that all the lights were consumed last night.

"Damn..." Chen Yin pressed his forehead, "I have to go over and solve it myself just like killing Oud before."

After making a decision, Chen Yin looked at the hotel in Resurrection Town and prepared to observe in advance.

"Its room is on the second room from the left, the second floor, inside... It's very common, most of which are religious instruments from the Temple of Kuwaiting, and nothing is unusual."

"It himself... stood in front of the hotel door, huh? Why are there so many people?"

"Wait...Proust and Krima, why are they going to duel now?!"

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Priest Stan, whose tall figure stood under the light cast by the torch in his hand, his muddy eyes glanced at Proust and Krima in front of him.

"You should fight now, this is the best time." Priest Stan said solemnly, "The duel was announced that day, and the duel was required on the same day. This is our tradition."

"Prince... Actually, I didn't want to fight at all!" Proust shouted. He was originally trying to explain to Krima: "I just... want to ask Krima to return the dignity I threw away."

Krima held the scimitar in his hand, hesitated and looked at Priest Stan.

Priest Stan said coldly: "Krima has found a notary. No matter what you think, the duel has taken effect. I ask as a priest, and now, the duel begins. Otherwise, you will be expelled from the church and fall into the hell created by my Lord after death."

When they heard the "removal of religion", their faces changed almost at the same time. This not only meant being abandoned by their Lord, but also that their relatives and their future bloodlines will be abandoned by the Lord of Suffering. Not only will they go to her hell after death, but their destiny will no longer be protected by the Lord of Suffering.

"Due to the duel, your victory or defeat will be judged by our beloved Lord of Suffering."

Priest Stan sneered and looked at the two sacrifices.

If Proust's sister hadn't died suddenly... she could have waited until the day after tomorrow to make a notarization duel.

And now, I can't wait for so long.

"The scriptures and proverbs, when hands and feet are destroyed, they will be enlightened."

Several elders who interpreted the prophecy in the church told Priest Stan that it would see the afterimage of the Lord of Suffering in a blood sacrifice, and be inspired by her kindness, thereby completing her understanding of the ancient "eyes".

“However, Lord, do not look directly.”

Before leaving, an elder warned him like this.

Priest Stan wrote down.

At the moment, when he thought of the soon-to-be-realization of the blood sacrifice and the coming understanding, Priest Stan couldn't help but rush his blood and his arms trembled with excitement.

Proust and Krima were the offerings he carefully selected to confirm the prophecy.

The duel blood sacrifice in the Temple of Suffering comes from the records in the "Cross of Suffering". A pair of friends who are as close as brothers embark on the road of hostility to one of them because their wife committed adultery with the other. In a duel, the thin one killed the strong one, left behind a murderous hand, and followed the Lord of Suffering devoutly.

"My Lord, please show your great figure at the end of the blood sacrifice." Priest Stan closed his eyes and made a gesture of the crucifixion.

Then, it opened its eyes, and opened its eyes of spiritual vision, and spit out an ancient word: "Pamodimal"

His eyes swayed, looking toward the left and right, in the opposite direction, looking at Proust and Krima respectively.

As Proust looked at the eyes, suddenly, the urge to suffer and bleed burst out in his mind. He twisted his eyes and stared at Krima fiercely.

From that eye, Krima read Proust's sister, whose tender love for him was inspired by a certain fate, which moved him to a pride that he had never felt before. Even though he was thin, he thought he had been blessed.

He held the scimitar in his hand and roared loudly.

Before Proust could pull the knife out of the sheath, Krima stepped on it quickly and slashed it at Proust's neck.

Proust was pulling the scimitar. For some reason, he felt that the blade seemed to be stuck in the scabbard, especially stagnant. When he saw Krima rushing in front of him, he barely pulled it away and blocked the moment.

Pulling out the scimitar, Proust roared, leaning against his strong body, and slamming Krima's body.

Krima took a few steps back and unyieldingly stroked the blade upwards, and he had no reason to be inexhaustible.

Proust met Krima's angry eyes. The bull, which was like a bull, had no muscles and only dignity, had a strange feeling. His strength seemed to be losing and flowing to Krima. His hand holding the knife was trembling. Should he really duel with Krima?

The strong one was hesitating. Proust had somehow regained his reason, this kind of reason that should not have in the death fight. At this time, Krima cut his thigh.

At the moment of crisis, Proust barely blocked Kerryma's slashing leg.

He was awakened by the sound of the blade collision. He watched Krima wave one after another, like a sudden rain. It was obvious that he should have swung his sword in the duel and roared before the war, not Krima, he was stronger than him. When he slashed over, his body did not tremble due to fear, but his heart was trembling.

Realizing this, Proust shouted loudly, like the northern barbarians recorded in the epic. When he saw Krima, he gradually lost his strength due to continuous swings of the knife, and Krima was almost unable to hold the knife tightly.

You have to regain your dignity. The duel is to regain your dignity, even if it is a duel that is praised in advance!

Krima, he showed his flaws. He was shaking because he tried too hard and his legs were not standing firmly.

Proust seized the right opportunity and slashed down.

The premonition of the creature's death touched Proust's remaining dignity, but he mistakenly thought that he had suddenly recovered himself.

Krima fell down and just in time avoided the fatal knife.

It was also very coincidental that he did not grasp the knife in his hand and threw it out when he wanted to block Proust's machete.

Finally, unfortunately, Proust's throat was pierced by a blade, and the weakest part broke through the hole and couldn't stop gushing blood.

This is a duel that was announced in advance.

Duels that shouldn't have happened.

The strong ones hesitate,

The thin one is fearless.

This is the graft of fate.

The Lord of Suffering who trades with destiny and gains authority will soon drop the afterimage from the future.

Priest Stan's arms were stretched out at this moment, waiting for the afterimage of her coming to life devoutly.

Everyone knows it,
Chapter completed!