Evan's Projection

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Those scorched "Black Robe Nuns" twisted their bodies with joints popping incessantly like severe epileptics, closing in step by step on the believers who were fleeing for their lives but could not run fast enough.

The horrific stench of blood mixed with charred flesh made people want to vomit before they even got close.

"Save us!"

"Don't kill me!"

Faced with the mortals' screams and cries for help.

The dozen or so "Black Robe Nuns" clearly showed expressions of pleasure on their charred faces, where even their features had burned away.

Because they were greedily feeding on the mortals' fear, then offering it to their noble master.

Clearly, although Ability: Blasphemy allowed demon gods to absorb the power of other gods' faith and slowly recover their strength even without doing anything.

This demon god who had come to Sheffield City was somewhat dissatisfied with such a slow-paying business.

Instead, she intended to recover her power quickly by creating fear and even slaughter!

"Devils! Stop right there!"

Just as the hundreds of believers trying desperately to flee discovered that their limbs seemed to be filled with lead and gradually fell into despair, an aged yet imposing shout suddenly rang out beside their ears.

It was the elderly clergyman who had just presided over the Mass Ritual, stepping forward resolutely at this critical moment.

Not only did he not flee, he stood rooted to the spot like a nail, firmly blocking the "Black Robe Nuns'" path as well.

At the same time, he raised the Black Iron Cross holy emblem with an anchor tip high toward those bizarre things.

And loudly recited sacred words of exorcism:

"The axe is already laid at the root of the trees. Every tree that does not bear good fruit shall be cut down and thrown