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"All of you must die, none of you can escape."

Artis swung the long sword in his hand and slashed at Wilms.

The chirping sound filled my ears, causing other sounds to become very small, which was extremely annoying.

Several rats pounced on the two people, tearing out wounds and irritating the nerves.

Wilms's eyes turned dark. Although he had a broken leg, he was extremely powerful in combat. He swung his crutch and collided with the long sword.

He is more powerful than Addis, but not as fast as Addis, so when the two fight, they are evenly matched in a short period of time.

Knowing that he couldn't leave, Wilms showed a crazy look and shouted: "Madman, let's die here together!"

Artis said disdainfully: "Who will die here with you? You are not qualified."

After saying that, he hit the wall next to him, his body became illusory the moment it touched the wall, and he passed through it so easily.

Wilms was dumbfounded for a moment, and then he remembered that the other party had come in quietly before, so there must be some special method.

This ability can probably be called magic, something that transcends reality and breaks free from the constraints of the world.

Artis came to a secret passage, shook off the rats that were still clinging to him, and limped out. Behind him came the screams of Vimes, who was bitten by countless rats. The pain was comparable to The most cruel punishment.

Walking along the secret passage to the end, he fumbled for a while before finding the location of the mechanism. He opened the secret door on the wall and came out to a remote corner of the church.

There were sounds of fighting outside, and the church was in chaos. Angelson and others had already led people in to kill them.

As soon as Artis walked out, he saw a fleeing believer running towards him. When he saw him, he showed a horrified look, "Don't kill me!"

The words are not finished yet.

He raised the knife and killed it. The body hit the floor, splattered with blood, and a rat crawled over it.

Things had developed to this extent, leaving him a little confused.

It is unknown whether their actions were successful or failed.

They said they succeeded, but they didn't know whether Varian was dead or not. They said they failed, but they did destroy the Black Rope Church and even killed most of the elders.

"Retreat, retreat! We have succeeded, Varian is dead!"

Artis walked into the lobby and shouted loudly, just in time to see Sherlock lift a huge ax and chop at the statue.

"Don't!"

He suddenly had an ominous premonition. No one knew what would happen if he destroyed the statue of a real god.

A familiar and harsh sound came, and a large number of white rats with bright red eyes emerged from the statue and pounced on Sherlock.

Sherlock was overwhelmed by the swarms of rats. He waved the big ax in his hand, but to no avail, and soon there was no sound.

Whether they are followers of the Black Rope Cult or the Cult of All Living Beings, they are all within the attack range of those rats.

The harsh sound made everyone's brains buzz.

Angelson reacted the fastest. The moment the group of rats appeared, he threw the silver-white grenade in his hand. With the explosion, most of the rats were killed at once.

only.

Those rats are still increasing in number at a speed visible to the naked eye, and I don’t know where they came from.

There was another explosion.

The flames once again engulfed the swarms of rats.

This time it was the grenade thrown by Artis.

"Retreat, retreat! Let's get out of here!" Artis shouted again, taking the lead and running out.

Their purpose was probably accomplished.

This place is too weird to stay here. If they stay any longer, they will all die here and be eaten to death by these rats.

While the number of these rats was still small, they retreated outside the church. At this time, there were not many followers of the Black God Cult in the church, and they were either dead or running away.

As soon as they ran out of the church, they heard the sound of wolves howling from the street not far away.

"It's a werewolf! Fight!" Angison shouted, with a cruel look on his face.

This time when he came here, he didn't want to live, so he wasn't afraid of this monster.

A bullet was fired, hitting the running werewolf, causing blood to explode.

The werewolf crashed into the crowd and kept rampaging, fighting with them.

There are no grenades on their hands. It is not easy to kill this werewolf. You need to start from its weak points, such as its eyes and mouth.

Artis was shocked to realize that this werewolf was larger than the one during the day, and its speed and strength were also superior. This difference was definitely a huge increase in combat effectiveness.

He still walked around his back to look at the werewolf's neck like he did during the day, but the werewolf reacted, turned around and blocked the long sword in Artis' hand with his paws, with a joking look on his face:

"Death to me, blasphemer!"

This can only speak, which means that he has wisdom no less than that of humans.

Artis was also shocked and quickly stepped back, feeling his hands numb. In terms of strength, he was no match for the werewolf, but he had some advantages in speed.

The werewolf continued to rush towards him, and he dodged dangerously. He could smell the fishy smell of the werewolf and the astonishing heat, like a furnace burning continuously.

They were probably all a group of dead soldiers. Facing such a ferocious monster, no one backed down. They all surrounded and launched an attack.

The werewolves' skin was too thick, and it was difficult for them to cause fatal injuries. Instead, seven or eight people were killed by the werewolves.

Finally, with a gunshot, the werewolf's left eye exploded and turned into blood.

Angelson actually shot the werewolf in the eye with one shot. Such shooting skills can definitely be described as superb.

Taking advantage of the werewolf's limited vision, Artis rushed forward and stabbed the werewolf's neck with his sword, penetrating it entirely along the previous scars.

The werewolf was pushed to the ground by a group of people. He continued to struggle. With the advantage of blood, he quickly became weak and his strength became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a human form.

They killed the werewolf, but the loss was not small. Looking into the church, it was already a scene like hell. There were rats all over the ground, no living people, and the corpses were being eaten.

They eat flesh, blood and internal organs, leaving only bones and some flesh membranes.

"Go, get out of here!" Artis said in a hoarse voice, while coughing continuously and coughing up blood.

During the fight with the werewolf, he was seriously injured and had several scratches on his body. These were not fatal. What was fatal was that under the impact of the werewolf's huge force, his internal organs were severely damaged, probably due to internal bleeding.

"Are you okay?" Angison could see that something was not right about Artis.

Artis shook his head and led the way back: "It's okay, I won't die."

With the addition of a priesthood, his body is much stronger than that of ordinary people, so such injuries are not fatal, and he can even move.