As soon as the car drove into the neighborhood, Sean smelled a faint fishy smell.
As they approached the scene of the incident, Bresden Church, the fishy smell became more and more obvious. Sean couldn't help but think of a trip to a slaughterhouse as a young man. When he was standing outside the door, a strong smell hit his face, and the fuzzy wind made him not want to eat meat for a long time. Now the smell evoked the feelings he had at that time, and he couldn't help but think of those suspended half-animal bodies.
"It's not good, all investigation channels have been countered..." Sweat flowed down the temples next to Patroller Pansha's mask, "Bishop Harris... seems to be planning to perform some kind of strange ritual in the church."
Sean saw that several explorers were stained with blood and in very bad condition: "Have you been in there? Are there any casualties among the explorers?"
Patrolman Pan Sha swallowed his saliva: "They're dead, two of them are dead..."
Sean sighed.
"We wanted to find out what was going on inside before you came, but we didn't expect something like that to happen..." the queen said in a trembling voice. That voice made one wonder if he might choose to retire after tonight.
"There should also be casualties among civilians. We can't delay any longer - you should follow behind us and just provide assistance and support. Don't get too close."
Led by Sean, his team walked towards the church. The people behind him, including the shepherd dogs, all watched with awe in their eyes as the senior explorer stepped into the scene without fear...
The frightened queen and Jack looked at each other and followed the King-level team in.
Breesden Church has a history of hundreds of years and is one of the earliest buildings in New Testament City. This large church has a vestibule, and the only way to reach the church door is through the vestibule.
Different from the hustle and bustle in the distance, there was dead silence outside the vestibule gate, and only the light behind the stained glass of the church in the distance could be seen in the distance.
The horrible stench of flesh and fat was so strong that it couldn't be stronger. Sean stopped in front of the vestibule door. They saw an extremely tragic scene.
The light was too dim to make it clear, but you could see the wild blood stains on the walls and floor, the flesh and blood scattered everywhere, and the head still wearing a queen-level mask dropped in the corner...
The few explorers who followed did not dare to move forward and crouched in a distance to wait.
Sean squinted his eyes and found that the church door in front seemed to have changed its material. Some kind of dark fleshy substance was flowing on the door, constantly changing its shape.
"How did you investigate?" Sean didn't look back and shook the poker to ask the patrolman Pansha behind him.
"Standard method - the Thorn Sage separates the spiritual essence to form a reconnaissance unit and sneaks in from the sewer to take a look...
"He just started to recount the scene inside, and then suddenly stopped talking...
"Then he went crazy in the vestibule and killed another queen, and then, then..."
Moonlight narrowed her eyes slightly: What on earth did she see in the church that made a queen go crazy?
"That is to say, no effective clues have been obtained. Just from the death of the Queen, it can be inferred that the King has lost control..." Sean thought to himself.
It was indeed a "winning" mission.
Queen-level fragility can only indicate that the threat on site is higher than queen, but it does not guarantee that it will be solved by King. Based on this, Sean did not rush to take action, but reported the information he had to the coordination center, strongly requesting Ace-class reinforcements nearby.
King cannot recruit Ace and can only ask for reinforcements. After receiving a positive reply, Sean signaled to move on.
From the tragic ending of the queen class just now, we can know that any spying through spiritual sneaking methods may bring bad luck. Patroller Pan Sha and others watched from a distance, wondering how the King would face this tricky "black box".
You can learn a lot by watching King eliminate risks, and the opportunity is very rare.
They walked into the messy vestibule and stopped about fifteen meters away from the gate, lowering their bodies. The "Thunderbird of the Sky" was obviously the all-rounder and mysterious consultant of their team. He stood at the front line and raised his hand, obviously trying to get a feel for the situation in the church.
But what is he going to do...
The eyes of Patrolman Pan Sha and several other explorers suddenly opened wide. They noticed that the Thunderbird of the Sky had summoned something invisible, like a huge cloud, which gently fell from the sky outside Breesden Church. It was like a curtain covering the entire building.
Then, the light and sound waves emitted from the church repeatedly stirred up the "curtain", like a reflective radar capturing numerous detailed information. The Sky Thunderbird consumes spiritual power to drive his brain to analyze this information that ordinary people cannot understand, and forms a nearly holographic restoration scene, which he shares with his teammates.
His spiritual power did not enter that church at all, but he knew it well.
Several explorers looked at each other. Reflective exploration on this scale could drain their spiritual energy in an instant. They couldn't imagine that such a large amount of effort could be used to conduct a small investigation...
King level is indeed incomprehensible.
In order to ensure the accessibility of information, Patrolman Pansha and others can also see the internal situation restored by Sky Thunderbird by downgrading the image quality...
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The diamond-shaped frame was illuminated by countless candlelights. On it, the painted body of the suffering Joshua reflected the light of the fire, and his eyes seemed helpless.
After completing the silent prayer, John Harris, the "Glory Messenger", finally turned around and faced his followers.
Harris's eyes were ulcerated, and along the two dark black tear tracks, there was still black liquid slowly flowing down, staining the front of his originally white priest's robe.
He looked around lovingly at the believers he left in the church. Naturally, the eyes he used were not the eyes that had been blinded by the black liquid, but the dark purple diamond-shaped eyes that were arched through the center of his eyebrows.
"This is his body, his flesh and blood."
“Let us know that this bread and this wine are his body, his flesh and blood.”
"Use these sacred foods with gratitude and piety to remember his pain. His sacrifice..."
The church was a bloody mess. The eyes of dozens of believers were lifeless, and purple swellings appeared between their eyebrows. Purple scars appear under pale skin. Blood flowed from the corners of their mouths, and they were devouring the victim's flesh.
Flesh, flesh and internal organs were everywhere, and the church was filled with a disgusting smell.
Those who were still conscious had lost the strength to scream. They huddled in the corner with pale faces, far away from this crazy divine food ceremony...
Some alienated believers crawled to Bishop Harris' feet. He caressed their foreheads lovingly, and something was breaking out of the ground there.
"His miracle will come tonight." The bishop said with a smile on his lips.
