MTL - I Became the King of Villains In the Game-Chapter 22 tonight, hunt the church

  Chapter 22 Tonight, Hunt the Church

  The solemn Red Apple Church.

  On the outer wall of the minaret building under the night, the side face of the angel relief overlaps with the purple moon, revealing a round of coquettish light.

  A burst of dense footsteps came from the end of the street.

  Two heavily armored guards with the red apple logo on their chests took the lead, holding torches and marching towards the church.

   Behind them was a long queue of dozens of church guards.

  A few guards were still holding the leashes in their hands, and the rotten hounds in red cloth followed the team obediently.

  When they came to the church, a long line of people filed in and entered through the gate in an orderly manner, leaving only two guards at the door.

  The interior of the church.

   Prayer room.

  A young woman collapsed to the ground disheveled, with a deep scratch in her throat, and blood spilled all over the floor.

   Apparently she's been dead for a long time.

  Stulton's fat back in a monk's robe was standing not far from the corpse.

  He was holding a beautiful short knife, with blood dripping from the shiny blade.

   "Qiangwei, why haven't you responded yet..."

  Stulton wiped his sweat with a handkerchief in the other hand, and fixed his small eyes on a golden goblet on the prayer table.

  The cup was full of blood, and ripples rippled out from time to time.

   After a long time.

  An old voice came from the goblet:

   "Stilton, this is the third time you have called me... I hope you can give me a reason to convince me."

   "Master Bishop!"

  The fat monk was overjoyed, and he hurriedly approached the goblet.

   "When will you leave for Emerald Town? The superhuman who destroyed the Apple Orchard Prison is most likely hiding here now...

  As long as you come, that guy will never escape! "

  The blood in the cup was silent for a while, just when Stilton was a little puzzled, the old voice came again:

   "Will reminded me before that it seems that the sinner is probably a transcendent from the "History and Ritual Association". He pretended to be a sacrifice and sneaked into the prison, and finally killed our priest Carter..."

   "Their purpose is very clear, it is that pot of sunflowers [strange thing]...

  The high-level church officials made a simple guess about it, and it is very likely that it was transformed by the remains of the saints who caused the collapse of Tourmaline King City more than ten years ago. "

   "If it weren't for the double pressure from the Church of the Sun and the shelter, Lord Rafa wouldn't have secretly transferred him to a fringe town like Emerald Town...

  It's just those nasty rat people, how did they know this news...? "

  Extreme anger was suppressed in the old voice, and Stilton wiped his sweat frequently.

  Want to remind but dare not remind the bishop, he doesn't want to know these inside stories at all.

   "Is there a traitor in the church?"

   Stilton asked in a low voice.

  The blood stagnates in the cup.

   "You are such a pig brain, Stilton! Who would dare to betray a person who believes in roses!?"

   The old voice cursed, and then it seemed to suppress the anger, and gradually became calm.

   "Forget it, you won't understand even if you say it...

  Now you only need to know one thing, the sinner cannot escape, the church will make him into fertilizer in the garden. "

   "After Carter's death, the church's extraordinary combat power in Emerald Town is vacant, so you don't need to worry about him for now...

  Wherever he flees, he will eventually join his accomplices with what he has stolen. "

   "Now the church has locked the people behind this operation, so that I can't get away for a while...but their death is approaching."

   "You stay silent for a while, there is nothing important and you don't need to call me again."

  The old voice faded away, and the blood in the golden goblet became calm.

   After listening to the bishop's words, Stoulton not only did not feel at ease, but became even more restless.

  After the death of the priest, he has been in a state of extreme insecurity.

   "During this time, I will stay in the church and not go out..."

  He let out a long breath, turned around and prepared to leave.

  Suddenly, he saw a **** mouse on the ground, looking up at him.

"mouse…?"

   Stilton was taken aback.

  The **** mouse squeaked and ran away in the blink of an eye.

  The fat monk watched the mouse escape, and his anxiety grew stronger.

   "How come there are mice..."

  He had heard of some strange and extraordinary abilities in the mysterious field, just in case, he hurriedly followed the direction the mouse left.

  But when he walked out of the prayer room and came to the outside yard, he suddenly saw the corpses of guards strewn about on the ground.

  Without exception, all of them had their necks turned 180 degrees, and there were many small teeth marks on their bodies.

   Bloody and bloody, extremely tragic.

   "!"

  Sturton was startled, and took a few steps back trembling.

   "Come... come! That guy really came here!"

  Why didn't you hear anything? It's all in the church!

  Stulton immediately ran back to the prayer room, picked up the golden goblet and the crossbow hidden under the prayer table.

   Then go back to the courtyard and run towards the back door of the church.

  He pushed open the iron gate of the courtyard, and suddenly heard a shrill dog barking.

   Immediately afterwards, the broken body of a rotten hound was thrown to the feet.

  It was panting heavily, and it looked like it was going to die.

   Looking up, he saw a man hidden in a cloak grabbing a short sword from a church guard and stabbing him through the body.

  The guard let out a scream and sprayed dazzling blood.

  Plop!

  The body fell down, rolling aside along the brim hat.

   Immediately after, Stilton saw several **** mice surrounding the man in the cloak, and one of the familiar mice jumped into his palm, squeaking.

  It seemed to be whispering to him.

  The scene was so weird that Stilton only felt the creeps all over his body.

  Is this man the sinner who killed the priest and stole the [Surprise]...

   After listening to the little mouse's report, Chen Lun burst out laughing.

   It turned out that the random nonsense was reported to the Red Apple Church by Will.

   It’s no wonder they want to be confused, the group of transcendents from the History and Ritual Association who took the [Earth faction] route really likes to steal things, especially things from other people’s graves.

   But what Chen Lun didn't know was that it was precisely because the History and Ritual Association recently dug the grave of a senior member of the Red Apple Church that they believed in this inference.

  Chen Lun bent down to let the mouse go, then turned to look at Stilton.

  The latter suddenly felt a chill down his spine, as if falling into an ice cave.

   "Heretic! Die!"

  The sound of the urn and the sound of the urn exploded in the ear.

  Two heavily armored guards strode forward from behind Chen Lun, and threw their spears at him.

Snapped!

  Chen Lun turned around and raised his hands, grabbing the handle of the gun under the spearhead.

  The vigorous swing stopped suddenly.

  The two guards in heavy armor were slightly taken aback. They found that the palms of the cloaked man in front of him were covered with dark golden scales.

  Looking away slightly, I saw a pair of vertical pupils like poisonous snakes under the hood of the cloak.

"die!"

  The two of them only listened to one plain word.

   Next second.

  Boom! Boom!

  The turbulent force was accompanied by severe pain, and the two heavily armored guards flew upside down.

  Boom!

  The heavy body hit the ground, and the stone road was full of cracks.

  Many bricks cracked into rubble and flew everywhere.

  The breastplate of the heavy armored guard seemed to be hit by a sledgehammer, and a big hole was sunk, and the body hidden inside might not be spared.

  Under their fully enclosed helmets, bright red blood slowly gushed out.

  (end of this chapter)