Chapter 1039: Demons in the Basement
The dim basement was filled with a decadent and oppressive atmosphere. The few candles on the wall flickered, and the weak light tried to dispel the darkness, but in vain.
In the center of the basement, an old altar stood abruptly. The altar was made of dark stones and was engraved with strange runes, flashing a faint light.
The strange man in black robe sitting in the center of the altar had a hunched body, like a ghost lurking in the darkness. His face was deeply covered by the hood, making it impossible to see his expression.
However, no matter how good his disguise was, he still couldn't cover up the fishy smell on his body. There were no outsiders here except him, and he had already gotten used to the smell.
However, at this moment, the strange man in black robe trembled suddenly, as if he had suffered a huge impact. He covered his chest tightly with both hands, and his body shook violently.
Immediately afterwards, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, splashing onto the altar, making a heart-pounding sound.
The backlash caused by being disconnected from his fake body hit him like a surging tide. His breathing became rapid and heavy, and every gasp was accompanied by a low groan of pain.
The already gloomy basement looked even more terrifying during his painful struggle, and several candles went out one after another.
"Straw Hat Pirates...Zoro, you deserve to die!"
His breathing became rapid and heavy, and every breath seemed to use up all his strength. Blood splattered on the altar, and the bright red blood was particularly dazzling in the dim light.
Aaron raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, flashing with anger and unwillingness. He knew that the destruction of his clone this time meant that there might be major changes in the plan.
The conspiracy that was originally determined to succeed may be facing the risk of failure. He endured the severe pain in his body and stood up, his black robe fluttering behind him.
"There are actually Uchiha clan members participating. This game of the Lulucia Kingdom is becoming more and more interesting."
Aaron whispered through gritted teeth, his voice echoing in the basement with a hint of eerie chill.
I thought Zoro was just a small-time scoundrel a few years ago and could be easily dealt with by relying on his clone with partial power, but I didn't expect that he would be overturned in the Kingdom of Lulucia.
It is not easy for Aaron to train an avatar. He has been using this avatar for several years. The image of the avatar for field missions depends on him. Anyone would feel sad if he was killed so easily.
He dragged his weak body and walked towards the exit of the basement step by step. Every step he took left a faint blood mark on the ground, as if telling the tragedy of the incident.
Tonight is destined to be an unusual night. The original Paradise Church will no longer receive visitors after a certain time and has closed the door to believers.
Only a few rooms in the entire church still had candlelight, and most priests followed the teachings and went to bed before midnight.
Before entering heaven, you must maintain a good body. This is the rule set by Father Pucci. Maintaining sleep is one of the secrets to longevity.
"It's really a pagan place. Every brick and tile is full of blasphemy against the gods. This is the only place in the Kingdom of Lulucia that is the most unusual."
Kanda Yu, the ice-cold man, frowned the whole time. As one of the exorcists of the Black Cult, he has a natural aversion to other religions.
Most religions other than the Black Order are pagans who cheat people for money and sex, stitching together all kinds of imaginary gods in the ultimate hope of achieving liberation from the spiritual world.
The result is that one will go further and further astray, and finally become spiritually empty. One may be seduced by Behelet and become the devil's vessel in the world, eventually making a big mistake and allowing the devil to wreak havoc on the world.
"Perhaps if we tear this down, this incident can be declared over." The rabbi was ready for battle, with the hammer on his shoulder, and was alert to every tree and blade of grass around the church.
The moment the two exorcists of the Black Order stepped into the Heavenly Church Square, the popular priest deep in the church had already sensed it.
It is said that colleagues are enemies. There is no possibility of peace talks between the two religions. There is nothing to talk about when there is a conflict in religious ideas. In the end, they still have to rely on physical means to communicate, and whoever wins will be listened to.
The situation inside the Heavenly Church has reached the most urgent moment. Father Pucci pushed the door and entered the clock control room. Von Hohenheim was carrying out the final production process for the Box of Sorrow.
This is the most powerful alchemist in the world. If he is given a little more time, the Box of Sorrow will be completely made.
"You don't have much time left. Speed up and finish it before midnight."
Von Hohenheim had no time to respond to Father Pucci's words. The alchemist was only focused on the task at hand, and he was obsessed with the process of creating the Box of Sorrow.
A great and evil thing was created by his own hands. In von Hohenheim's heart, there was no distinction between good and evil. The pride and satisfaction of an alchemist filled his entire soul.
Father Pucci didn't know where the cultist found such a workaholic madman. The only thing he could do now was to buy more time for the alchemist.
Extraordinary times call for extraordinary things. Before heaven comes, it is necessary to sacrifice everything. Those who die in this suffering have the opportunity to ascend to heaven with the priest.
Father Pucci slowly held up a candle, left the control room, and stepped into the basement filled with a damp smell.
The flickering candlelight cast strange shadows on the dark walls, like countless monster hands with bared fangs and claws.
The underground prison in the church was eerily quiet, with the only sound being the crackling of burning candles. Prisons were lined up on both sides, with believers with strange behaviors imprisoned behind iron bars.
Some of these believers had dull eyes, staring straight ahead; others kept muttering to themselves in low and unclear voices, as if chanting some mysterious spell.
One of the believers saw the candle in the priest's hand and suddenly became excited. He grabbed the iron fence tightly with both hands, his body shook violently, and he let out an incoherent roar.
Father Pucci frowned, his eyes revealing a trace of pity and helplessness. These people used to be devout followers, but after the changes began, they suddenly became crazy and behaved strangely.
In order to protect the kingdom from harm, they have no choice but to be imprisoned here. This is entrusted by the King and his family of the Kingdom of Lulucia to maintain superficial peace in the country.
Walking slowly through each cell, the candlelight illuminated the distorted faces. Father Pucci couldn't bear to give up on these people and believed that they all had the chance to go to heaven.
"Make a deal with me. Defeat those two exorcists and I will give you your freedom."
Father Pucci's calm words made the demons in the prison start to become crazy and agitated. They had been waiting for this moment for too long.
The desire to regain freedom is extremely precious even to demons. If they can break free from Father Pucci's leash, they will pay any price.