Feast of villains

Chapter 110 110. Lord of the Flies, Gluttony Beelzebub

Author: Yuyu Kuaidong

Chapter 110 110. Lord of the Flies, Gluttony Beelzebub

High-rise buildings, white snow, and a blue sky.

The dark car crossed the street and trudged along the snowy road. Tokisaki was looking at a document in his hand, and occasionally glanced up.

The street scene was desolate, and the victims in ragged clothes disappeared slowly in the opposite direction.

As we approach Tseung Kwan O, the number of victims gradually increases on the roadside.

Some are alone, some have their families with them, walking aimlessly like zombies. When they see a car parked on the roadside, some victims stretch their hands to the car window to beg, and mothers with children will cry twice.

, say a few words of prayer, but most people are numb and silent.

Tokisaki sighed slightly.

At this time, the price of food had soared to the point where even she felt that she could no longer survive. In order to get a bite to eat, there were disputes everywhere in the streets of Shin-Yokohama, and people were beaten to death every day.

According to her own estimation, this chaos will last until the late spring and early summer of next year, which is nearly half a year...

It is true that hundreds of thousands of people will starve to death in the next six months.

Sister Lena couldn't bear to look at the scene outside the car window and put her hands into fists on her chest.

She was praying devoutly, but her steadfast posture, contrasted with the sad scenery outside the window, gave her piety an indescribable color of damage and humiliation, making her look like a mottled and peeling Virgin Mary.

The image of Asia makes people wonder in their hearts: Does God really love the world?

God created man and implanted a deep-rooted love for life in his heart. No matter how painful it is, he will always feel that life is precious. Since God created man in this way and gave him a love for life, naturally

Humanity will not be abandoned—this is the deep-rooted thinking in the hearts of mankind in the New Age.

But in California at this moment, except for the most devout believers, the answer for most people is probably no.

The Lord doesn't care.

All the Lord cares about is His Kingdom of God.

The car turned a corner and entered the Tseung Kwan O slum.

This is currently the most chaotic area in Shin-Yokohama. Disaster victims are gathering everywhere on the streets, in stations, and in front of stores.

The desolate and bleak scene made even Tokisaki, who had always been kind, feel a little numb.

It's not that I don't care, it's that I really can't care less.

She was already trying her best to do what she could, including participating in disaster relief at the monastery, using her connections to raise donations with Du Jingwen and other old classmates, and was exhausted every day.

But individual efforts seem so insignificant in the face of the lives and deaths of millions of people.

What can really save them are the large capital groups with huge social resources and the entire state agency headed by the cabinet... However, sadly, within the large capital groups and state agencies, there is a huge gap between two factions between saving and not saving.

There are also huge differences.

It will take some time to prove whether we embrace interests or protect humanity.

The car slowly drove towards the monastery relief camp, and there was a faint commotion ahead.

People's cries, shouts, beatings and curses were mixed together.

Tokisaki looked over from inside the car. It turned out that a group of victims and the police were fighting together, with blood flowing all over the floor. Three to five policemen holding batons grabbed the arms of a young man and broke away from the fight.

Just by looking at it, you can probably figure out what's going on.

The recent situation is indeed not peaceful. Extremely hungry victims frequently snatch food from disaster relief camps. The police are pretty good at handling this. As long as they don't kill people directly, they just pick up their batons and hit them in places that are not vital.

Many victims were beaten to death and were driven aside to wait for treatment.

They are cowardly by nature and know that this is illegal, so they can only curl up and cry.

Just in front of Tokisaki and Reina, not far from the front of the car, a skinny little girl hugged her mother and cried. Her mother was hit on the head and was bleeding. But looking at her crying daughter, she immediately

I stuffed it with half a piece of bread I just found in the camp.

The little girl was very hungry. She opened her mouth and cried while chewing bread. Her cry could not be heard.

Seeing this scene, Sister Lena hesitated to speak.

"I'll take care of it. Sister Reina, please go in first..." Tokisaki comforted her and took her out of the car and into the camp. Then she went to the medical office and called several doctors to come out with medicine for injuries.

The chaos was gradually suppressed.

But soon, representatives from the media, officials, entrepreneurs, etc. arrived one after another.

Tseung Kwan O is located in the East Kowloon area, and the jurisdiction over public security cases is in the hands of the East Kowloon Branch of the New Yokohama Police Station. The chief is a pot-bellied snob. After receiving the alarm, his carriage happened to pass nearby and he came to the scene to suppress it in person... No,

The people came to express condolences to the rioters.

"哐~"

The carriage door opens.

Director Neto leaned forward and got out of the carriage.

The sound of legs stepping on the snow is enough to wake up a sleeping bear.

After he came down, he was not in a hurry to move forward. Instead, he lifted the belt that had slipped from under his belly and stamped his feet to make the leather shoes fit better on the soles of his feet. Finally, he straightened his tie again, coughed heavily, and then walked out in style.

Walk towards the gate of Bunge Grain Merchant's camp.

"Kacha kacha~"

The flashbulbs came on and a group of reporters gathered around.

Amid the chatter of interviews, the two teams of police officers separated a lane from the reporters. Chief Neto came to the scene of the conflict with a big belly. He glanced at the chaotic camp and asked: "Who is the mastermind?"

"Chief, it's a young man named Craig." said a policeman next to him.

"Bring me that guy!" Chief Neto held his head high and his chest high with arrogance. The police badge on his chest, symbolizing the rule of law, and the police rank badge on his shoulder, symbolizing power, were particularly shining in this dim winter morning.

.

Soon, the young man who had caused the chaos was brought over.

This man is relatively tall, thin and shriveled, with a pale face.

He still looked young, but there were wrinkles on his forehead and cheeks. The clothes he wore were very tasteful, but they were all worn out. When he was escorted forward, there was blood on his forehead, but his eyes were

Bright and full of smiles.

As if he is not a criminal, but a law enforcer.

Facing his even aggressive gaze, Director Neto muttered in a low voice: "Go to hell with all these unruly people..."

"What did you say, Chief?" The police officer next to him didn't hear clearly.

Director Neto immediately put on a serious face: "I'm asking you how can you treat these ordinary citizens like this?"

"..."

The police officer thought to himself, it’s not all your request.

After the fire in Tseung Kwan O, conflicts broke out every day. The instructions received by the grassroots police officers were that as long as they did not beat people to death on the street, they could use as many strikes as they wanted. Violence is a very effective method in the face of violence. Once a conflict occurs,

After being suppressed for the first time, a large number of people retreated, and some people never stood up again.

Of course, some of them have become more stubborn.

Internal information held by some police stations shows that some victims feel that being injured by police or capitalist thugs during conflicts is an honor and a symbol of resistance.

The young man named Clegg in front of me must be a radical troublemaker.

Director Neto's round face was as fleshy as a millstone, and his small mung bean-like eyes quickly rolled around a few times before he stepped forward and said, "Oh, my friend, you are injured." He signaled to the police while

The officer went to get the bandage, while holding Clegg's hand cordially, and said: "Don't be in a hurry to talk, you need to rest, please bandage it and come back with me."

Clegg knew that the director did not want him to talk nonsense in front of the media.

But the purpose of creating chaos is to speak in front of more people, so he shouted to the reporters outside: "Is Mr. Ling from Bunji Grain Merchant here?"

"It's coming soon, we'll be there in a few minutes," someone replied.

This time, Director Neto became angry.

He has always only liked the ordinary citizens who follow the rules and are easy to bully. This kind of harsh and unruly behavior really makes people angry. However, in public, as the police chief who represents justice, he can only hold back his anger and cannot express himself.

"Mr. Clegg, I think you should understand your situation." Director Neto said in the most friendly manner.

"I don't know what you mean." Clegg replied, with no awe for a director in his eyes.

"If anything happens, let's talk about it back to the police station." Director Neto answered him, as if to comfort him, but he also nodded without refutation, "I feel sorry for you, and I feel sorry for these injured citizens.

This is a painful topic, and I hope you won't hurt more people."

"But I didn't hurt these people." Clegg emphasized.

"Sir, don't shirk your responsibility."

"I didn't."

"Sir, you are running away from your crime!" Director Neto said, "You have made a mistake and you will reap the consequences. The Black Gold Empire is a society ruled by law, and fair and strict laws will not let any bad guy go!"

"Did I commit the crime?" Clegg raised his hand with an ironic smile and pointed at the policemen holding batons around him, and then pointed at the two luxury cars driving in front, "You guys are helping the evildoers.

What crime did the police and those capitalists who ate human blood steamed buns commit?”

Director Neto said coldly: "I can accuse you of one more defamation crime now!"

"Mr. Director, please don't misunderstand." Clegg said without fear, "I am not slandering, I am just stating the facts I have seen. Maybe you can ask the people around you for confirmation?"

Of course Director Neto would not ask anyone around him for confirmation.

His biggest wish is to make all unruly people shut up and stop talking. How could he get more people to speak up?

But the victims who had besieged the place started to talk at all times. There was a fierce commotion, and they moved their feet and shook their heads. Unable to calm down, the victims stood on tiptoes and looked inward, cursing loudly.

"... You gang of policemen with dark hearts are colluding with grain merchants. If you die, you will definitely go to hell..."

"Yes, ten times the price of food, you have made enough money... How many bones have you gnawed, lackeys of the capitalists? You are full, and you still come here to pretend to be righteous..."

"Listen, this time we..."

"Looking for a fight, right?"

"I can't beat you to death..."

"He's talking a lot!"

"He's talking nonsense!"

"Dog officer!"

The situation was about to get out of control again. Director Neto felt a little weak and had no choice but to adopt a more friendly attitude.

The young painter lowered his head and gasped for air, looking exhausted and extremely weak. He seemed to have forgotten the people around him and listened to the insults around him, and was deeply in thought, as if this was actually a silent world.

"Sir, don't continue." Director Neto gritted his teeth secretly.

Clegg opened his eyes: "This is quite new to me, Mr. Director. You actually persuade me in such a low voice. Is this true?"

"……Yes."

"Are you asking for my opinion, Mr. Director?"

"Yes, I'm asking for your opinion."

"Okay. I've received your opinion!" Clegg said expressionlessly.

"In this case, I hope you will cooperate with our work." Director Neto showed a kind smile, "I already know the cause of this riot, and I also know your original intention. Don't worry, go back to the police station and record a statement.

You can come out safe and sound."

Craig asked calmly: "Are you sure?"

"Mr. Clegg, my dear friend, I promise you." Director Neto held the police badge on his chest with his palm, his expression solemn and solemn, "You will be pardoned by the prosecutor's office. In the past, present, and future, you

All sins in my body will be forgiven because of your fraternity.”

These words, coupled with his actions, are quite deceptive.

Many media cameras focused on the director's face, taking close-ups of him from different angles.

Director Neto wanted to maintain his image, but an uncontrollable smile appeared on his lips.

The sentence just now was a passage he quoted from Chapter 8, Verse 47 of the Gospel of Luke in the New Testament. The original text is: "Therefore I tell you, His sins, which are many, are forgiven him, because His love abounds...

…”

In this era when the Holy See has supreme status, Director Neto can already think of what the headlines of tomorrow's news will be.

[A devout believer, Director Neto! Quoting God’s famous sayings and cleverly pardoning the lost rioters!] This is probably the kind of title that can not only bring out his bravery and erudition, but also make him appear compassionate. Perfect... He

Isn't the purpose of being an official just to gain wealth and fame?

"Mr. Director!" Clegg suddenly said, "I still insist on waiting for Bunji's people to come over and confront him face to face!"

Director Neto's expression froze. After a moment, he said kindly: "I know what you are thinking, but as a law enforcement officer, I would like to ask you to leave the matter to me. Remember, I am not talking to you intimately.

This is not nonsense, this is a solemn legal procedure! Now, can you probably understand what I mean?"

"I don't think so!" Clegg shook his head and said coldly: "I thought my appeal was reasonable, but you think I'm just pretending to be ridiculous. I think it's ridiculous, so I don't understand what you mean.

"

"I think, Mr. Clegg, you have to understand me." Director Neto suppressed his anger and blushed. "I will not let anyone who breaks the law escape the punishment of the law! I promise you, no crime will be punished."

Will be judged with justice!"

"Mr. Director, I can't trust you."

"Let's talk later, sir, you are tired. You should take a rest!" Director Neto smiled.

When he nodded in the most polite manner, his smiling face revealed some kind of secret. At the same time, the fine straight lines around his eyes and the small dimples on his nose also curved up with mockery, making him

It looks a bit devilish.

In order to prevent young people from saying something that might provoke people's hearts in front of the media, the director raised his head, waved his hand directly, and called for the police to come over and put the person into a police car and take him away.

Tokisaki, who was cleaning the wound of the little girl's mother, suddenly stood up.

She knew the young painter, and she knew very well how he would be tortured after being taken to the police station. With the idea of ​​helping him a little bit, she walked forward.

But at this time, someone grabbed her hand.

When I looked back, I saw it was Sister Marlene.

Tokisaki tilted his head slightly and asked doubtfully: "What's wrong with Sister Marlene?"

Sister Marlene was stunned for a moment.

First of all, the way the blond and blue-eyed Kokosaki tilts her head slightly is very cute, so cute that it makes you want to pinch her face; secondly, when Kokosaki grows up, he always calls her by her first name, rarely after her name.

Added the affectionate title "sister".

After thinking about it for a while, Marlene, a beautiful lady, roughly understood the reason.

However, she has always been a bad woman who doesn't care about other people's opinions, and she has no intention of being rigid about the title at this time. Grabbing Kokozaki's hand, she put her lips towards Kokozaki and said in Kokozaki's ear: "Don't go out, let the young man

People suffer a little."

"Why?" Tokisaki didn't quite understand, "Sister Marlene had a problem with him?"

Why?

Of course it's because I'm unhappy.

Regardless of whether the young man made trouble at this place and time intentionally or unintentionally, since Sister Marlene thinks this is not a coincidence, then this young painter who may dare to play tricks on her must learn a lesson.

She is such a small-minded woman!

And after making him suffer enough, if she appears as a savior again, her weight will naturally be heavier.

Of course, these reasons cannot be discussed with Kozaki.

Sister Marlene's seductive eyes rolled slightly, and she said in Xiao Qi's ear: "Don't you think he is dressed like your class principal?"

Tokisaki was startled.

Her thinking was already very sharp. It was just because of the chaos that she didn't have time to observe too much. Now that she thought about it more deeply, she realized that some things might not be that simple... When she was about to start working at the monastery relief camp,

This young man who had a good relationship with the monastery took the lead in causing trouble. He had some friendship with Nance, and would enter the monastery relief camp at this point. Sister Marlene, Sister Reina, and even herself would all see this scene.

…

Sister Marlene is so amazing!

You can deduce the calculation behind it just from the clothes.

The Adjutant was filled with admiration, but a sly smile appeared on the corner of Sister Marlene's lips. She rested her chin on Xiao Qi's shoulder, and pressed her lips softly against the soft little ears. The charming and passionate sexy red color brought out the

made a very vicious remark.

"...That outfit only looks good on my little man."

"?"

The adjutant lady blinked.

At this moment, her sweet and intellectual face turned green.

Regardless of how many times Nance sneezed in succession in South Bay Town, during the commotion in front of the camp, two luxury cars slowly drove over. Clegg, who was pressed against the police car, looked up and found that it was Bungie.

The bosses of two large local grain merchants, Cargill and I, came over.

A man and a woman got out of the car.

The man’s name is Ling Jiadong, the boss of Bunge.

This person has a shrewd, intelligent, cunning face, a face that combines a monkey-like face with a diplomat's appearance.

The woman is Mrs. Shimamura.

This rumored coquettish little widow was around forty years old, with a thin oriental face and a very frail body. Due to her frailty, her movements and speech were slow, which gave her a

an awe-inspiring majesty

.But it is her weak appearance and petite body that give people an impression that she is easy to control. I don’t know how many romantic men were deceived by this, and got under her pomegranate skirt and got sucked and fucked - literally.

Because she is a demon of lust.

When Director Neto saw the two coming, he left Clegg behind and went forward to greet them.

"Hello, Mr. Ling, hello Mrs. Shimamura, thank you very much for coming to the site to supervise my work..." He treated everyone with a higher status than him, without exception, with an enthusiastic pug attitude.

"How's the situation?"

"Don't worry, you two have settled down."

"Thank you, Director."

"It's just my job, you two are welcome." Director Neto laughed so hard that his pie crinkled.

Ling Jiadong walked forward, looked at the disaster relief camp where his home was hit, and sighed slightly. He wiped his eyes and put on a look of compassion: "Everyone, the cabinet is incompetent. There was a snow disaster half a month ago.

So far, not even a ton of relief food has been shipped to California. Bunge and I all

All employees are concerned about the livelihood of the people in California, so they have set up a disaster relief camp here to provide free bread, rice, milk and other materials, at least five tons per day. I know there are still many people who are hungry, and I understand your concerns.

situation, but...please trust me and understand my difficulties."

After hearing these words, the victims who were originally surrounded by the police with indignation became a little discouraged.

Then, Mrs. Shimamura, who looked weak and had lost countless pounds from hunger, also came forward to help: "My Cargill provides at least five tons of free disaster relief materials every day. Mr. Ling and I both want to

Increase efforts in donating supplies. But you also know that there is a shortage of food in the market.

Ah. In the past few days, I have joined forces with many grain merchants to petition, and I have forced the cabinet to agree to transport grain to California. Dear citizens, I promise here that no matter what the price of the grain shipped by the cabinet is, I will use all my ability to purchase it.

And give away all the food you can buy for free..."

When she said this, Ling Jiadong immediately added: "I will also donate everything I bought!"

The depressed victims around them suddenly regained their energy and cast grateful glances at them.

"...It's so shameless."

Tokisaki whispered softly.

No one knows how much I bought, so if I just donate ten or eight tons, what will it be used for?

The adjutant lady, who is kind-hearted by nature, feels disgusted with these people.

One side provides disaster relief and distributes food, doing good deeds and accumulating virtue; but the other side hoards the food and sells it at a price ten to twenty times higher. This must be doing good deeds and accumulating virtue for the God of Death!

The scene seemed to have calmed down.

The rioting victims were appeased, the police maintained order, the capitalists gained a good reputation, and everyone had a bright future.

However, just when it seemed that it could be concluded, the young painter's heartbreaking cry broke the balance again.

"Everyone, don't listen to their sophistry!"

Clegg, who was being escorted by two policemen to the police car, broke away suddenly and ran forward, shouting: "What you say is so nice, then open your granary and let everyone take a look." …”

But as soon as he shouted the words, his mouth was covered by the policeman next to him.

Ling Jiadong's eyes flashed with fierceness.

This kind of thorn in the side needs to be dealt with severely in the police station before he can learn a lesson.

Clegg, whose mouth was covered, rushed forward suddenly and hit his head hard on Ling Jiadong's forehead.

"What are you doing-"

Ling Jiadong fell to the ground, and red blood flowed from his head.

The director of Neto next to him was stunned, and in a rage, he yelled in the local dialect of New Yokohama: "Throwing thunder and hugging your mother, you are seeking death! As for the people, Suo Tiao rushed to the street and ransacked the embassy, ​​and Tongqu held a potion. What!"

The chief was yelling angrily, and the police reacted immediately to take the person back.

Among the onlookers, several young people who usually followed Craig took the opportunity to cause chaos.

"Hey, these policemen are colluding with the capitalists, let's not be fooled -"

"Quiet!"

"Let's all come together..."

"Catch him!"

"rush……"

"What are you doing...don't move, hold your head with both hands!"

"Kill these lackeys!"

"This is intentional injury, you are breaking the law..."

In an instant, the chaotic chase, rough pushing and abuse took place again.

If this small-scale chaos is not stopped in time, it will soon turn into a large-scale riot. Half of the police from the entire old district of Shin-Yokohama were mobilized, and it was almost in the afternoon that they could barely control the situation. However, in Clegg The day after he was taken to the police station, a larger-scale riot began.

Throughout the streets of the old district, young people holding posters of young painters were protesting on the streets. During the conflict with the police, it was natural for the protest to turn into looting and vandalism.

Many security booths were overturned, and fences and water horses were dismantled and left lying in the middle of the road, with no one paying attention.

Commuter trams are out of service, municipal departments are suspended, and street shops are closed... Only when the watchers shout "The police are coming" will the young people gathered together disperse.

The police may come, or they may not come at all.

Or maybe he was beaten on the way here.

The entire New Yokohama is falling rapidly towards the abyss of chaos. The air is filled with anxiety and anger, and many people's brains are getting hot. Perhaps the current shock caused by this storm can only be considered a minor impact on the current situation of the empire. Roaring, but the spark has been ignited by someone taking the lead.

Just when everyone thought that this fire would get stronger and stronger, a sudden plague caused the entire California to cool down in vain. The weak fire with an unstable foundation was swaying in the cold wind and was about to be extinguished by the icy climate. .

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December 18, cloudy day.

Temperature -6℃, north wind, level 6.

After Sister Marlene got up, she made a hearty breakfast. After eating it, she took a bath and sat in front of the mirror to dress up carefully. In such a chaotic time like now, most women are not in the mood to put on makeup because It takes a lot of money and a lot of time.

Only prostitutes, frivolous or noble women can do this, because these people have a lot of money and time to kill.

Although Sister Marlene didn't have much time, she could squeeze it out.

As the queen of the new Yokohama society, she had to ensure that every time she appeared in the public eye, she was glamorous and the unrivaled center of attention. Of course she succeeded in doing so, otherwise she would not have become the envy and envy of all women today.

An elegant lady that men flock to.

The outfit is complete.

Like a newly blooming rose, it appears in the mirror and before your eyes.

"The little man will be fascinated when he sees me when he comes back tonight..." Sister Marlene flicked the delicate and elastic skin on her cheek with her fingertips, and couldn't help but smile proudly. This smile, which was originally dark,

The room suddenly became lively and lively.

After putting on the nun's uniform that tightly wrapped her delicate body, when she came out of the door, she saw a dead mouse lying on the steps of the corridor.

Sister Marlene frowned.

Feeling a little unlucky, she pinched her nose, broke off a branch from the yard, and picked the mouse into the woods. Although mice rarely move in winter, they do not hibernate after all, and they can still be seen occasionally, so she did not take it seriously.

Just one thing and he went out.

But when she walked to the parking lot, she suddenly saw a big, wet mouse rushing out from a dark corner. When it saw someone in front of it, it paused, as if to steady itself, and then spun around in circles.

, a painful cry came out of his mouth.

Sister Marlene's brows became tighter and tighter.

The mouse finally lay down, twitched a few times with its mouth half open, and vomited blood.

As a healing angel, perhaps because of her natural opposition to phenomena such as illness, injury, and death, Sister Marlene had an uneasy premonition in her heart.

She packed the rat carcass in a plastic bag, got in the car, and drove to Tseung Kwan O as quickly as possible.

As soon as I got off the car, a nurse came to me anxiously.

"Ms. Marian, in the middle of the night last night, patients started to show acute symptoms such as high fever, hemoptysis, and lung inflammation. We speculate that this disease is contagious to a certain extent. Please come over and have a look..."

Sister Marlene walked quickly into the room.

Putting on a white coat, medical gloves and a mask, she entered the temporarily isolated ward. In front of the first hospital bed, she pressed her fingers on the bottom of the patient's neck, where there was a kind of nodule-like growth.

something.

The unknown feeling in my heart was confirmed at this moment.

Sister Marlene shrank her eyes and put her trembling fingertips on the patient's forehead.

Mobilizing her divine power, the warm luster penetrates the gloves and skin and enters the patient's body. Her sight also follows the treatment, allowing her to sense the source of the disease with detailed microscopic vision.

Inside the dim human body, she saw a writhing gray mist and a reddish light.

The red light she felt came from the crimson moon above the gray fog.

Relying on this strange bloody light, she spied an outline from the flowing gray mist that was so huge that it could obscure the blood moon.

Because it was so huge, she could only observe this indescribable ominous thing from a partial perspective.

This thing is filled with an unnatural and terrifying malice. Its slightly bloated, dark body is cylindrical, with a pair of film-like wings on its back. It should be an insect...six "slender" ones that look like pillars reaching the sky.

Legs, each with creepy claws and claw pads.

The most frightening feature, but one that can be seen at first glance, are the two huge bright red "eyes"-like organs on the left and right of his head.

Sister Marlene shuddered.

To mortals, He represents the eternal evil and is a taboo that cannot be looked upon directly.

He undoubtedly has a long, amazing and even immeasurable history;

People know nothing about His mystery and power. When mentioning Him, they can only feel a strong but vague sense of fear.

Even though Sister Marlene just looked at His projection for a moment, her muscles all over her body twitched, she felt dizzy and nauseous... Just when she was about to exit, He sensed the prying eyes of mortals, and the huge red eyes on his head turned.

Came over.

--moment!

An unstoppable will of terror descended.

Sister Marlene identified what she was spying on.

——Beelzebub, the gluttonous king!

That kind of mental pollution, which is far beyond what mortals can bear, comes directly and can destroy the souls of everyone in a city in an instant. Sister Marlene quickly drew out her spiritual consciousness, and the mental pollution was entangled just because she glanced at him.

He fell in love with her and followed her consciousness into her body.

"puff!"

Sister Marlene spurted out a mouthful of blood.

She fell to the ground, her body twitching, and her eyes turned white...

"Marlene?"

"What’s wrong with you?"

"Someone come quickly..."

The doctors and nurses outside the ward were in a mess, and several people rushed in and carried her out. But her vital signs were still passing by at an extremely fast speed, whether it was heartbeat, breathing, or even the nerve reactions of her muscles.

Weakening rapidly...

The doctors and nurses were so anxious that their faces turned pale and they were at a loss.

Marlene is the best healer here. Now that they have all fallen, who else can come to save them...

The sunlight coming in from the window was pure and warm, and the light particles danced in the cold air... Under the clothes, the angel wing mark that was born and guarded Marlene just above the chest suddenly gave out a warm sound.

Healing warm light.

The cold is driven away...

Fear is dispelled, darkness is dispelled.

Sister Marlene slowly opened her eyes, looking through the worried nurse beside her, staring blankly at the light particles in the air.

"God is nowhere to be found, the angels are leaderless, and the interests of the Holy See are all over the place..." She smiled half-heartedly, curling her lips in a mocking tone, "This is really a world where only demons can live in the world."

(End of chapter)