Chapter 818 Away. Arrival

The moment the eyes on his head opened, a sinister wind suddenly swirled in the basement.

Candles, oil lamps, and even the only electric light were extinguished.

The entire basement fell into darkness.

Only two spots of scarlet bloomed with ferocious light.

Those are...the eyes of the head!

"careful!"

The change shocked John, but it did not make the police chief incapacitated. He pulled out a flintlock revolver and shot it in the head while pulling the old nun behind him.

John has not forgotten his promise to Leed to protect the old nun.

However, things were somewhat unexpected.

boom!

Bang bang!

Three shots in a row hit the head between the eyebrows.

Although the surroundings were dark, the light from his head and eyes provided John with the best illumination, like a 'guiding light'.

But the head was unscathed!

The bullet hit it, except for splashing a few sparks, it had no use.

On the contrary, a cold feeling came from his hands and quickly spread throughout his body.

Not the hand that holds the gun!

Yes... holding the old nun's hand.

"Could it be?!"

The bad guesses welling up in his heart made John subconsciously let go.

But he held the old nun's hand as if it was stuck with strong glue and could not let go no matter what.

And the coldness penetrated into the bone marrow more and more.

Along with the coldness came a greasy liquid flowing down his neck. Without touching it, relying on the police's experience and the fishy smell, he could tell that it was blood.

Then, the head appeared in front of John.

Necks meet, eyes facing each other.

Looks extremely intimate.

But if he had the choice, John would never choose such an action.

Even though the owner of this head was extremely young and beautiful during his lifetime.

But only one head was left, still swollen from soaking in blood, and no one could look at it calmly.

At the same time, a question appeared in John's mind.

Where is Sister Moni?

Seemingly sensing John's doubts, his head showed an ugly smile and moved slightly to allow enough vision.

Immediately, John saw the old nun.

The old nun's head was beaten to pieces and she was lying in a pool of blood.

"this?!"

John froze in place.

Even though as a police sergeant, he had experience that ordinary people did not have and had dealt with many extremely vicious people, the scene before him still had a huge impact on John.

He actually killed the person he wanted to protect? !

How can this be? !

The impact made John uneasy and his body swayed.

And when the old nun who was lying in a pool of blood staggered up from the ground, John felt as if he was struck by lightning. He opened his mouth in front of him, revealing his sharp teeth, and turned a blind eye to the head biting towards his throat. .

puff!

Blood spurted out.

The pain travels to the brain.

John touched his throat instinctively.

Just when his fingers touched the skin on his neck, the light came on!

Candles, oil lamps and electric lamps lighted up at the same time!

The entire basement was filled with light.

That box is still a box.

The body in the box is still a body.

The head was fixed there, and although the eyes were open, they were of normal color, not scarlet.

The old nun prayed in a low voice, and a faint white light appeared on her body.

"Merciful Bernadette, your light protects your believers!"

"Merciful Bernadette, your light protects the innocent!"

…

Looking at the white light, John quickly felt the inner peace.

But everything that just happened in my mind became increasingly clear.

"What just happened?"

When the old nun's prayers stopped, John couldn't wait to ask.

Even though he had seen the inhuman strength displayed by Gong Lansen in the sewer, the scene in front of him was even more unforgettable.

The wave formed by gold is undoubtedly terrifying.

But the moving corpse is even more terrifying.

Death, essentially, is the same.

But the fear caused by death is different, especially when it is related to corpses and the like, the fear will be amplified countless times.

"The wanderings of a restless soul."

"But……"

The old nun hesitated to speak.

"But what?"

John pressed.

"It is impossible for ordinary souls to form such power, and..."

The old nun stopped talking again.

This made John even more anxious.

"Sister Monie, could you please finish this in one sitting?"

"I don't think it's a nun's job to titillate people!"

John said this.

It was obvious that what had just happened, even after bathing in the radiance of the old nun's prayers, still made the police chief feel deeply uneasy, otherwise he would not have asked in such a joking tone of hope to relax.

"yes……"

The old nun's words stopped again.

This time it was not Sister Moni's own wishes, but another change occurred.

Not a corpse whose soul rests in a box.

But it was farther away, in a few simple iron cabinets.

where is this

Police morgue.

What is the most indispensable thing in the morgue?

corpse.

The answer is obvious.

However, when he heard the knocking sound of 'dang, dang' that echoed in his ears, John, the police chief, had never felt more disgusted with the morgue than he did now.

"Sister, what do we do?"

Looking at the constantly shaking metal cabinet, John raised his hand and raised his pistol and asked urgently.

John knew that a pistol was useless against these things, but the only weapon in his hand was a pistol.

The old nun did not answer, but began to pray again.

This time the prayer was more confirmed than before.

Not only did she kneel down on her knees, but the old nun also drew a simple picture on the ground.

From a spectator's perspective, John could roughly tell that the painting was a sun that had just emerged halfway from the horizon, and the sunlight was shining on fields, rivers, and hillsides.

"Merciful Bernadette, please show the way back to the lost souls..."

Amid the prayers, the simple paintings on the ground and the old nun were enveloped in a faint light.

But the banging sound of the iron cabinet did not disappear.

instead……

It's getting louder and louder.

After all, the gods are long gone.

How can they possibly point the way to lost souls?

"Sister Monie, we need to leave!"

John looked at the severely twisted iron cabinet, as if he saw the corpse that was about to be thrown out at the next moment, and he couldn't help but pull up the old nun.

The prayers ceased.

The old nun looked pained.

There was nothing more unacceptable to her than the scene before her.

The once great Lord of the Dawn is now unable to comfort even a few lost souls...

Although not the first time.

But every time, the old nun felt despair.

Layer upon layer upon layer.

Appeared again and again.

Like an abyss.

boom!

The overwhelmed metal cabinet broke after another impact.

Three corpses crawled out from inside, with deep roars, and rushed towards the old nun and the police chief like wild beasts.

Without hesitation, the police chief once again blocked the old nun behind him and raised the gun in his hand.

Even if he knew it was useless, he would not sit still and wait for death.

However, the Sheriff did not pull the trigger.

Because, a figure stood in front of him.

With a faint, yet substantial brilliance.

At the same time, the simple paintings on the ground suddenly lit up.

That was ten times or a hundred times more light than before.

The corpses that rushed towards them fell to the ground one after another after coming into contact with this light, without any signs of movement anymore.

All was quiet in the morgue.

Only the brilliance that covered all the light remained.

Gentle and tenacious, unyielding, like the morning sun.

"Son of God?!"

PS first update~