Chapter 56: Almost Stolen!

After listening to the bishop's speculation.

The papermaker murmured to himself: "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"I have eyes given by God that can see through the fog."

"I was still in town, looking for it several times."

"If he was really outside the hotel, how could he not have noticed?"

The bishop's voice was filled with anger: "Waste!"

"Who knows what's wrong with you? You've wasted the eyes that God gave you!"

"If you hadn't told me, that guy would have been inside the hotel."

"I won't transfer all the monsters guarding the altar here!"

"I used to think you were a very capable and intelligent person."

"I didn't expect that at such a critical moment, I would make such a stupid mistake!"

He cursed like a machine gun and blasted the paper craftsman straight at the mouth.

While spraying, all the responsibility for the incident was put on the paper craftsman.

The main feature is a non-stick pan, but I was misled by the people below.

The paper craftsman was so upset by the criticism that he felt dizzy.

Is it really my own problem?

If this is true, then what if God knew about it?

What consequences will there be for myself?

The papermaker felt a chill in his heart and knew he had to do something.

The bishop's anger subsided a little, and he knew that he had to find a way to deal with the difficulties.

So he urged, "Follow me!"

"We must stop that murderer from stealing the sacrifices!"

If the number of stolen offerings continues to increase, even this nightmare will become unstable!

If this happens, their home court will be ruined.

This nightmare home ground is much more precious than those cultists.

Even if all the cultists died and I was the only one left, it wouldn't be a problem.

At worst, we can find a way to recruit new people.

But if the nightmare home court is abandoned, then the problem will be big.

If you want to rebuild, you will face resistance from all sides.

The papermaker looked at the deformed iron door and said unwillingly: "How about we break the iron door first?"

"Maybe the murderer is hiding in there."

This is the only room left in the entire hotel that has not been completed.

It would be really hard to bear to leave like this.

Bishop: “Too late!!”

"By the time we blast open the iron gate, all the offerings will be stolen!"

His heart was bleeding too.

He wanted to clean up the hotel more than the papermaker.

After all, he had sacrificed countless monsters to push the fog in bit by bit.

Now there is only one room left.

But had to choose to leave.

Even if he didn't have OCD, it would still be quite uncomfortable.

But there was no way, there were more important things to do now.

The two rushed out of the hotel quickly.

Rushed towards the nearest altar.

They didn't know which altar the offering had been stolen.

The paper craftsman's bloodshot eyes kept scanning the surroundings.

Trying to find the trace of the damn thief.

But still nothing was found, no one was found at all.

Such a familiar feeling gave him a bad feeling.

That guy, could he still be playing hide-and-seek with him?

The bishop also kept waving his scepter, trying to control the monsters around him.

Grow your own monster team.

But unfortunately, he also gained nothing.

He had already captured all the monsters in the fog.

They were all used as consumables during the attack on the hotel just now.

Where are the extra monsters for him to control now?

Just as the two of them rushed to the nearest altar.

boom--

The surrounding environment shook again.

Another offering has been stolen!
Including the two previous sacrifices and the one just now, a total of four sacrifices were stolen.

There were nine offerings in total in the town.

They are the core that sustains the nightmare.

Having two stolen doesn't have much impact, but at the same time four are missing.

The environment in the nightmare had already changed. The concentration of the fog had dropped a lot.

And the red moon in the sky also became a little blurry.

The nightmare is starting to become unstable!
Looking at the empty altar in front of me.

The hearts of the bishop and the papermaker sank.

empty!

This altar was the third altar that was stolen.

Coincidence?
No, it was premeditated!
The bishop's expression soon showed that he understood everything.

His expression turned extremely ugly: "He knows we need to go to the nearest altar."

"So he stole the offerings here first. This murderer is so insidious!"

"We have been led by him all along, and every step has been calculated by him!"

The bishop felt extremely uncomfortable with this feeling of being unable to use his strength.

Paper Craftsman: "Let's split up and go to two different altars!"

"First, make sure the offerings are not stolen any more."

The bishop nodded, "This time, we will not go to the nearest altar."

"You, go to the altar at the town entrance first, and I'll go to the altar at Johnson & Johnson Supermarket!"

The paper craftsman nodded: "No problem, I'll let the paper man guard there and I'll go to the next one."

Just a few words and the tasks were assigned.

The two of them immediately split up.

The paper craftsman brought a few tall paper figures.

The Bishop brought a giant monster with him, plus a few humanoid monsters.

Compared with the monster army in its heyday, the current idleness is particularly sad.

It was like a defeated army that had just escaped from a battle.

The bishop pushed himself to the limit and ran wildly in the fog.

I just don’t believe that this time it’s the altar that was stolen!

When he was about to arrive.

boom--

There was another loud noise.

The world around me shook.

Another offering has been stolen!
The fog around became thinner.

I can already see within a two-meter radius around me.

The red moon in the sky also became more blurred and hazy.

I want to escape from this nightmare.

Of the nine sacrifices, five have been stolen!
Came to the altar in front of the Johnson & Johnson supermarket.

Looking at the empty altar, there was no offering on it at all.

The bishop was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.

"Why! Why is it empty again!!"

"Damn it! Why are you one step slower?"

He deliberately did not choose the nearest altar.

I was just worried that the altar had been stolen.

Instead, I just picked another one at random.

The result is empty again?
Could it be that I deliberately didn't choose the idea of the nearest altar?

Was this also within the expectations of the murderer?
So, he chose to steal the offerings on another altar first?
This is simply a perfect grasp of their psychology.

If the other party is so terrifying, how can I have fun?
"I hope the papermaker won't end up with nothing like I did."

"Is this really something a human can do?"

"Could he be sent by the Church of Light to target our Holy Spirit?"

No time to be depressed.

He forced himself to put aside the emotion and continued to rush to the next altar.

No matter who comes, as the bishop of the evil god, he will never admit defeat.

Even if you surrender, it will be a dead end.

Just like what they had done to the Church of Light in this town.

It's a life-and-death relationship between them, and the only option is to kill them all.

……

at the same time.

When the papermaker arrived at the village entrance, he found that the altar in front of him was empty again.

But he did not think as much as the bishop.

I just felt that my luck was bad because I happened to choose an altar where the offerings were stolen.

"Damn it! What bad luck!!"

"I hope everything goes well with the Bishop."

"Otherwise, the offerings will all be stolen by that brat!"

He could only bring a few paper figures with him.

In a hurry, he continued to rush to the next altar.

(End of this chapter)

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