Believers' Mutation: I Don't Want to Become a Monster

An indescribable sense of oppression spread out.

The black mist overflowed from the altar and flowed onto the ground, gradually solidifying from its misty state.

It turned into a black fluid, resembling a non-Newtonian fluid.

These black fluids spread all the way down to the believers below.

Amidst the believer's fanatical expression, the assailant began to climb up the believer's legs.

The believers initially showed expressions of pain, but eventually regained their fanatical demeanor.

What is this thing?

Mike resisted the urge to run away.

He let the black fluid climb up his legs, and as soon as it touched his body, he felt a stinging pain from his skin.

It felt as if my skin was being corroded by this black fluid, even through a layer of pants.

However, upon closer inspection, there was nothing wrong with the pants.

But the constant stinging sensation on my skin was not so easy to ignore. Damn it! It hurts so much!

Mike gritted his teeth, enduring the pain.

He noticed that after the initial pain, the people around him seemed to lose all sensation of pain. The only difference between him and these believers was that he was free of any strangeness.

Hiss!

He had to endure the pain; otherwise, if he were exposed here, he would be surrounded by enemies, and he wouldn't be able to escape even if he wanted to.

He needed to think of something to distract himself, otherwise he really wouldn't be able to hold back and scream.

Mike looked at Wu.

The shaman was positioned some distance away from him, but he could still see the shaman's condition from there.

The black fluid also entangled the witch, but compared to Mike's face, which was contorted in pain, the witch's expression looked much more natural.

That means he has no expression.

Wu lowered his eyelids slightly, obscuring the expression in his eyes, and his face remained expressionless, making it impossible to discern his true emotions.

Mike couldn't help but sigh; he hadn't experienced such bizarre pain himself, so the One big shot must be in the same situation.

But the big shot was able to hold back, remaining calm and unmoved. He truly deserves to be called a big shot!

Mike's teeth were chattering from the pain.

"Oh my!"

Mike was sweating profusely from the pain.

The pain significantly impaired his observation and perception of his surroundings.

He was jolted awake only when a mournful howl, like that of a wild beast or monster, rang out.

Was he in so much pain that he lost his mind and couldn't help but howl in agony?

Will anyone else find out?

Mike rolled his eyes, glancing at the expressions of the people around him out of the corner of his eye. When he saw the believer next to him, he almost screamed.

The believers, who were originally decent-looking but appeared somewhat mentally unstable due to their fanatical expressions, now also looked abnormal.

Several tentacles emerged from their faces, fluttering in the wind. These tentacles resembled white maggots, but were much larger and looked extremely disgusting.

Their eyes bulged out, their eyeballs almost popping out.

Some people have a crack in their face that clearly shows the muscle tissue and bones inside.

Some people have extra eyes or mouths on their faces.

Some people have several long, soft arms that are twisting unnaturally.

Mike swallowed hard.

A cold sweat immediately broke out.

He was surprised that he hadn't screamed or fled in a panic, which meant he had become much bolder.

However, among the group of mutated believers, he showed no abnormalities whatsoever; on the contrary, he was the most abnormal one.

Mike felt a cold, suspicious, and murderous gaze fall upon him.

Mike looked over and saw that Bishop Fuerdu was looking at him.

Fuerdu said something to the person next to him.

Gray Scale is Fuerdu's son and also Fuerdu's most capable subordinate.

After receiving instructions from the bishop, he gripped his gun tightly and moved closer to Mike without making a sound.

Mike knew he had been exposed.

But at this moment, he couldn't run away, so he immediately slipped into the middle of the group of strangely shaped believers.

They used their bodies to block the view of others.

The commotion over there was significant, immediately attracting the attention of all the higher-ups.

"Someone has sneaked in?"

"Ha, how dare he?"

"Under God's light, all heresy will be destroyed."

"Go, bring him here. It'll be good to raise the bloodline on the altar."

There was always a lot of blood in the altar, but after this black fluid overflowed, the amount of blood in the altar visibly decreased.

If the blood runs out before the ritual is successful, then the summoning ritual has failed.

Of course, with so many believers here, each one is a reserve of blood, and in critical moments, each member of these Eternal Kingdom is a blood bag.

They would do anything for the god they believe in.

It's not just about using Gray Scale to catch the Mike.

Several middle managers also went there.

The expressions of the believers also changed, turning from fanaticism to resentment.

They stared intently at Mike, as if to say, "Why am I like this while you're fine?"

Mike felt a chill run down his spine.

Oh no! He immediately grabbed a believer and used the believer's body as cover, rushing towards the shaman.

Those in higher positions couldn't help but show surprise when they saw him walk right into their trap.

Gray Scale raised his gun and pointed it at Mike.

However, the believer's body had swelled considerably, and with extra limbs flailing about, it was difficult to aim at the deliberately hiding Mike.

Moreover, at this point, Mike was very close to those high-ranking officials.

Firing at this moment could potentially affect others.

Gray Scale had no choice but to abandon his shooting and ran towards Mike, intending to take him down.

Wu slightly raised his eyes and saw Mike running towards him, pulling along a strangely shaped believer.

He neither dodged nor stopped him; he simply watched quietly.

Bo, who had been standing behind him, stepped forward and blocked his way.

"Fortune teller, please help me!"

In desperation, Mike had no choice but to seek help from the witch.

The Pope quickened the pace of his incantation at the altar.

The red light above the altar was growing ever brighter.

At this moment, all the believers began to change. They seemed to only then realize the abnormality in their bodies and began to wail, scream, and curse.

Their eyes were bloodshot; some of them had their eyeballs pop out, hanging from their nerves on their faces.

How could I have become like this!

May God protect you!

"I don't want to become a monster!"

"Aaaaaah!"

Mike was finding it increasingly difficult to control the believer.

He became restless, and the extra limbs and tentacles began to crawl onto Mike's body.

The way he looked at Mike was as if he were looking at some incredibly delicious food.