"Lies and fallacies confuse those who are mired in them without their knowledge, but the shepherd who leads the weak through the dark valley shall earn the protection of the Dark Moon!"
The burly figure on the pulpit pointed toward the church dome, as though indicating the endless starry sky beyond it, and recited a line with commanding force.
With the cracks flickering and the figure's imposing stance, the chaotic debauchery that had filled the place just moments ago vanished in an instant—for the audience, at least.
Fu Qian knew all too well that although he had temporarily created a pleasant atmosphere for the gathering, the things lying dormant beneath the shock could soon return, in ways even more challenging to the imagination.
After all, his gospel brought both shock and enlightenment.
But that was fine. By then, either the nightmare would be over, or the cult would have a chance to show even more.
The performance so far had been spirited, but it still wasn't enough.
Time to pick up the pace.
Standing at the open door of the small church, Fu Qian looked down at the audience.
From where they stood, it was hard to see what was above them, but the sermon had clearly left them in awe.
Everyone had stopped what they were doing and was now gazing up at him with reverence.
Hopefully, the audience outside would catch some of that feeling, too.
"What is the Dark Moon?"
After the initial convulsions, the many bodies on the ceiling shrank rapidly, like squid rinsed with boiling water, and clung tightly to every part of the dome.
At a glance, they looked like a peculiar mural.
But the only audience member inside the church couldn't appreciate the sight either. Instead, she voiced her confusion about the