Scarlet Falls

"Xiao Chi won?"

"No, he lost."

"..."

When Scarlet saw Miss Lily harvesting her own happiness, a long-lost smile appeared on her face, the Holy Church, next to the long table that represented power and holiness, an old head of the priesthood opened his eyes suddenly. Open your own eyes.

His facial muscles twitched, and his expression was extremely angry: "This damn idiot!"

"He has long thought of the most critical part of sanctioning Scarlet, but he actually did not discuss it with us at all, but went to challenge Scarlet alone in exchange for the opportunity to become the Archbishop!"

"Damn it, if he had told his purpose from the beginning, things wouldn't be like this!"

"..."

Someone next to him suddenly opened his eyes: "If he had said it earlier, would we have won?"

"No, but I won't agree with him doing this!"

The person who spoke before had a distorted expression and growled angrily: "Because if you do this, once you win, you will have peace of mind, but once you lose, Scarlet will find its most important direction."

"Our Spear of Truth will become his most powerful weapon!"

"..."

Faced with his anger, everyone around the long table fell silent.

There is no doubt that the Wandering Church, or the Holy Church, is powerful, but everyone is also aware of its own problems, that is, the Holy Church has never been monolithic, but operates independently.

The Foundation has become bloated and made many mistakes due to some ideological differences between the three mentors. The reason why the Wandering Church has not been able to fight back against the Foundation so far is because the Wandering Church itself has The problem is more serious than the foundation.

They, the heads of the clergy and the leaders of believers, originally believed in different gods, abided by different doctrines, and their loyal objects and ideas were never the same.

Therefore, everyone is hiding their own secrets and calculating their own interests.

When such a situation occurs, everyone will feel angry, but besides being angry, they also understand that it can be said that it is doomed for such a thing to happen.

At this point, apart from complaining, all I can do is make amends...

The head of the clergy who had been silent suddenly raised his head: "Now is not the time to quarrel."

"We were driven out of the wilderness and abandoned countless believers and churches. Now, the sacred realm is our last foundation."

"Everyone, it's not time to secretly cultivate your own strength."

"..."

Although his proposal was not stated explicitly, everyone present understood it.

Now, it's time for everyone to gather their strength and fight against Scarlet together. Otherwise, the final foundation will be destroyed and everything will be in vain.

"Scarlet's success against the Spear of Truth, although unexpected, is not a big deal."

"We have known for a long time that the scarlet that is renewed from generation to generation is unlikely to be killed by the old methods."

"However, Scarlet's strategy is wrong in the first place. He came alone to destroy the sacred realm, which is a stupid idea in itself!"

"..."

As a dull voice sounded, a man in a black robe stood up.

As he stood up, the black robe fell off, and disappeared bit by bit in the process of falling off, revealing the dark armor on his body. Under the black helmet, two cold eyes shined, and he shouted in a deep voice:

"I will represent the God of War and face Scarlet head-on. However, the responsibility of protecting the believers in the sacred realm will be left to everyone present."

"..."

"Head of the Fourth Order of Priests..."

Everyone was silent. As the leader of the Fourth Order of War Demons, he was recognized as the most powerful individual.

However, because the power of the War Demon requires too much resources from the Holy Church, the War Demon has been put on hold. However, this is obviously not the time to put it on hold.

"Very good, it's really time for us to take action with all our strength."

At this point, everyone else here could only nod silently, feeling a little bit sad.

The Holy Church has never been united, but what is more ridiculous is that they will really be united for a moment.

That was when facing the scarlet demon.

However, just when everyone was sighing in a low voice, each thinking about which totem to summon and what forbidden demonic objects to use to force Scarlet back, the atmosphere became slightly improved from the initial depression.

They suddenly heard the movement outside, and their expressions instantly froze.

There were traces of spiritual aura, slowly falling from the sky like falling raindrops, and a hint of coolness penetrated into the Hall of the God of Service.

Everyone present, including the war demon, felt their hearts tremble at the same time:

"Fuck..."

"..."

Before this, no one expected Scarlet to be so ungrateful to martial ethics.

You are a big devil, you came to the sacred realm, and you pounced directly on the holy church without showing your teeth...

...What is that thing you put in the sky?

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High in the sky, Hell's Hymn is falling towards the sacred realm.

The dark, vaguely human-shaped thing, but without any sense of beauty or technology, was peeling off its black shell bit by bit as it fell.

Every time these black substances covering the surface peel off, they turn into invisible spiritual threads, floating in the air. The surrounding air seems to be cut and sewn together by some strange threads, gradually becoming twisted and weird, and hell The bloated side of the hymn has been shaved off, and it is getting closer to the shape of a human. Even under the dark shell, a pure white, even with a certain sacred meaning of skin color is revealed, and even the exquisite and dreamlike body is revealed. His facial features began to be exposed to everyone little by little.

At this moment, all the residents in the entire sacred realm felt the fall of this thing, and subconsciously looked up.

And everyone who had some logical connection with the sacred realm, either inside or outside the sacred realm, also felt her fall, and looked up blankly, looking at that exquisite face.

"Green Goblin, Green-headed Ghost, Red Angel, Black Death..."

At this moment, Wei Wei was also looking at the hell hymn dropped by the ghost lady, and gradually discovered the wonder of its essence, and his expression became expectant and surprised:

"Most of the weapons produced by the Pioneer Laboratory are based on technology. Unexpectedly, at this level, they have another essence..."

"..."

While he was thinking about these questions, Hell's Hymn had fallen to a height of ten meters above the ground, and the black shell had been completely peeled off at this moment.

Then, the Hell's Hymn, which was falling rapidly, suddenly stopped contrary to common sense and floated in the air.

With this holy and beautiful image as the center, invisible threads stitched together the surrounding space, or in other words, stitched together the spiritual world of the countless people who saw it in the sacred realm.

At this moment, there was no danger at all in Hell's Hymn, only pure tranquility.

"No, close your eyes!"

In the main hall of the Holy Church, someone suddenly became angry and shouted loudly.

He tried to use his own voice to remind all believers in the sacred realm that he could indeed do it and spread his will quickly in the spiritual realm.

Only this time, he was half a step too late. The moment his will spread out, it was already cut by invisible threads.

Not only did Wei Wei not know the specific release data for the special weapons at the fifth level of the Foundation, but the Wandering Church obviously didn't know either.

However, the expressions of the people in the Holy Church were frozen, stunned, and frightened.

A smile gradually bloomed on Wei Wei's face, as if he saw a child with an oversized cannon stick.

He breathed softly and whispered to himself: "Curse!"

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"Buzz..."

When Wei Wei said the name of Hell's Hymn, the stationary white humanoid saint floating in mid-air suddenly emitted the first wave of waves.

This fluctuation spreads around, but it does not follow physical common sense, but follows some kind of surreal logic.

For example, if someone sees this white humanoid saint, then this wave will ripple into his spiritual world, and after that, it will not pass through his brain and ripple towards the person behind him, but will flow according to his heart Here, some of the logic in his destiny spread to other places, layer by layer, circle by circle, filling the spiritual world of people in the sacred realm, and through their spiritual world, it was passed into the slaves , heretics, and the spiritual world of witches who were imprisoned and waiting to be burned to death.

Obviously, in the transmission logic of Hell's Hymn, the sacred realm is not limited to a few cities that can be seen and affected in front of you.

The sacred realm includes these cities, the believers in the cities, and the miserable lower classes who support these believers and cannot decide their own destiny.

In the midst of despair and exhaustion, they heard the melodious and looming singing, looked up and saw the holy shadows, and even saw the holy believers with dull and frightened expressions under those shadows.

So in despair, I couldn't help but start thinking: "What are those high-ranking big shots doing?"

"They are afraid..."

"They live in such a nice house and directly enjoy God's gifts. Why are they afraid?"

"perhaps……"

"Is this because they are essentially the same people as us?"

"If we are all the same people, then why can they be so happy and we have to be so miserable?"

"Why do unfortunate people get condescending accusations from happy people?"

"..."

It is impossible not to feel dissatisfied. Even the most desperate people will feel a little bit of dissatisfaction in their hearts when they are bullied.

Sometimes, this trace of dissatisfaction is the most precious thing.

The sacred realm has hundreds of thousands of people who are called the people of God, the happiest people, and there are a hundred times more people, or even a hundred times more, to support them.

These people usually have no way to vent their dissatisfaction, because God stands beside those happy people.

But now, they suddenly saw an opportunity.

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"So this is the hymn of hell!"

Wei Wei looked at the smooth image, trembling with excitement, and even felt a little moved.

"Hymns to hell are essentially inoffensive, because they are just a way of connecting, like a mirror, reflecting another dimension."

"Its real power depends on the person who releases it."

"The will of the releaser can destroy the locked area through this invisible force field."

"..."

However, now at a critical moment, the Hymn of Hell was released by the ghost lady, but the ghost lady also had a weak will, so the decision-making power rested with Wei Wei.

But Wei Wei did not exercise this will, but suddenly laughed and raised his hand.

He gave this will to those who were suppressed by the sacred realm and could not look up forever.

The slaves and people at the lower levels of the sacred realm may never have the opportunity to look up to the sky in their entire lives, but the only time they looked at the sky, they saw the holy shadow.

This was the only time that they felt a red shadow appear around them.

This shadow whispered in their ears, telling them in a gentle voice that they could boldly express whatever they thought in their hearts.

Then, someone finally showed anger on his face.

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"Buzz..."

The second ripple began to spread outward, and when it spread to the end, it bounced back, and so on.

But in this process, there was already some resentment. These resentments turned into tangible power and hit hard into the minds of the core sacred people.

"Buzz buzz..."

Repeated again and again, the power of this resentment becomes heavier and heavier.

Following the nihilistic but real logic, these resentments found their owner, a man who held a high position in the city and always had a righteous and firm expression. His eyes suddenly became hollow, and there were traces of cracks. I have always felt that I was an extremely righteous person because I was loyal to God and loved my children and family. As a person of noble birth, I would even get out of a comfortable car on a rainy night and risk soiling my leather shoes to save someone. Next is a kitten shivering in a tree.

Where could there be a nobler and kinder person than myself?

But at this moment, he saw the ghosts of the victims appearing one after another. They were half-clothed, with red eyes, and they rushed towards him viciously.

He suddenly felt endless panic, fell to the ground, and cried loudly.

The same cries kept coming one after another, people were kneeling on the ground, and the whole city began to be covered by an invisible curse.

If ten people can exchange their own despair and hard work for one person's happiness and joy, then what will happen when the despair and hard work of these ten people are switched at a certain moment and concentrated on this one person?

That's horror.

It was a horror that this person had never experienced before, and could not even imagine.

It was as if there was just a vague and strange singing sound in my ears at first. I looked carefully but couldn't find it. But suddenly I found that the singing became louder and louder. I could hear it clearly without looking for it. In the end, there was overwhelming singing coming from all directions. Come, I saw the demons crawling out of hell, the trembling smiles on their faces, and the countless demon apostles appearing in all directions, singing happily and praising this beautiful pure land. Begins to be contaminated and devoured by demons.

Their spirits began to collapse, and this collapse affected the tall buildings and roads, and the entire sacred realm.

Like fine porcelain, it is being destroyed by brutal force.

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"demon!"

"Scarlet will always be a demon, a demon that will destroy everything!"

"Open your eyes and see what you have done..."

When the entire sacred realm fell into a hellish panic, endless anger was ringing out in the sacred church.

They have tried every means to prevent this. Some people are rushing towards the holy shadow in the air desperately, and some people are summoning totems to try to snipe Scarlet. However, when this hell hymn appears, the entire sacred realm is filled with When they heard the cold and crazy singing, they found that they were facing a wave of hell that was sweeping across the sky and the earth. Even the totems they sent out felt unprecedentedly insignificant in front of this force. They even tried to resist and wanted to Run away from this real hell.

"Devil?"

Amidst the angry curses and endless panic, Wei Wei turned around easily with a heartfelt smile on his face: "Maybe I am indeed a devil."

"But look, they are laughing..."

"..."

When he said these words, he looked through the well-dressed but panic-stricken crowd to those at the lower level, who were half-clothed and almost deprived of their human identity.

There, many people had smiles on their faces for the first time.

The songs in hell are louder and more melodious, and endless souls of injustice are wandering among the cities.

With this as a background, Wei Wei felt a real happiness, as if something that was bothering him had been shattered, and he stepped up a level.

The Scarlet Seventh Person.

In this endless demon, in a world where the eyes of countless desperate people intersected, he was promoted to a symbol.

He had walked through the corners of various cities in the sacred realm before, leaving countless bloody footprints, and now, all these footprints began to pave the way for him to move towards a higher level.

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"In history, the first transcendent person to advance to the seventh level as a human has appeared."

"With a ritual of his own making."

In a certain mysterious space, someone used a quill to record it. When he said these words, he was even a little moved.

"But are you mistaken..."

Puzzled voices also sounded: "He has indeed been promoted to the seventh level, but he is not a human in essence..."

The recorder just laughed: "It's too early to talk about this issue now!"

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"it's time."

In the second city's defense line, Ye Feifei didn't know why her heartache suddenly changed to a relaxed and relieved expression. She didn't quite understand why her mood experienced such a change.

But as the housekeeper by the door seemed to hear something, the door leading to the study at the deepest part of the manor was opened.

Whether it was Ye's father, Ye's mother, cousins, or even his younger brother, they all stood up nervously, but the housekeeper signaled that only Ye Feifei should go in alone.

"Are you about to meet the most mysterious grandpa in the family?"

Ye Feifei was also a little uneasy, and because of the inexplicable change in mood, he didn't want to enter the study.

However, now that she was here, she had no other choice. She could only suppress her mood, slowly stood up, and walked into the study in small steps.

Behind him, Father Ye's eyes suddenly became worried and regretful.

"Clan... clan grandfather?"

The moment he entered the study, Ye Feifei saw the mysterious old man. It was said that he had lived for 160 years, which was an amazing longevity.

However, unlike the immortal figure he imagined, lying on the big bed in the study room was actually a bloated, even deformed old man, or a monster.

It is very large, but this volume is indeed made up of layers of fleshy skin and pleats.

It was almost unrecognizable as a human being, so it could only lie on the bed. Under the peony-like flesh wrinkles, there were organs that looked like eyes. It cast a pleased and kind look at Ye Feifei:

"Feifei..."

"The most powerful demon forbidden container in history!"

"My granddaughter!"

"We invested everything in the experiments..."

"The prophesied moment has arrived, the rose is about to bloom, and are you ready to accept your fate?"