"Oh ho ho, yet I am not accustomed to letting a fine meal already served on the table slip away again."
That female demon god with curved horns, black hooves, and a phantom body resembling ripples in water saw the black pupils within her blood-red eyes suddenly dilate, expanding until they occupied her entire eye socket.
In an instant, she transformed those blood-red eyes into pure black.
Hum--!
As if suddenly plunging from the human realm into hell, the small chapel and an entire street in front of it were instantly shrouded in a black-red domain resembling dried blood.
Behind him in the chapel, those sacred images that had fortuitously escaped being parasitized simultaneously shed blood-red tears.
At the same time, a cold, decaying, terrifying, and depressing atmosphere—all manner of extreme negative emotions—drilled frantically through human pores like venomous snakes.
Yet before they went completely mad.
Those hundreds of believers who had already run out of the chapel and were about to vanish into the night suddenly froze in place like insects trapped in amber.
They were in a state akin to sleep paralysis: though their consciousness remained clear, their cognitive faculties were obstructed, and their bodies were completely immobilized.
Even more bizarrely, some individuals who were clearly in mid-stride with lifted feet maintained their balance through the intervention of some uncanny extraordinary power.
At the same time.
"Ugh..."
Including the crow-man officer with the rank of formal knight, a group of twenty armed personnel who had just displayed great prowess and easily eliminated a group of black-robe nun evil spirits suddenly felt a chilling wind assail their bodies.
Immediately afterwards, an invisible force grabbed them all by the neck and hoisted them into the air, and even the old dean who had just escaped calamity was not spared.
"Gasp...