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So he only saw the woman appearing suddenly, and then he said something to the priest, and suddenly he shot himself. There was no warning in the process. What an amazing place to develop.

"Although I don't know why the priest suddenly went berserk, but this may be a good opportunity for me."

If the Transcendence was really a gem plucked from a statue of a god, and could inhibit the growth of fungi, then the priest would certainly not have brought him with him.

So Xia Ren boldly predicted that the holy relic should be hidden in the church.

If the priest had stayed where he was, it would have been very difficult for him to get the relic, but now, the opportunity came.

Perhaps because of some order, the pagans in the small town suddenly froze in place. Then, they stopped searching for houses and gathered in one direction.

Xia Ren looked in that direction and found that there was a cemetery on the edge of the town. Judging from the size, it was estimated that generations of ancestors of this town were buried there.

"What are they doing in the cemetery?"

Although he really wanted to wait and see, but if he dragged on, he didn't know what would happen again.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xia Ren jumped off the roof, ran along the eaves of the residents' houses, passed through the blockade leaked by the pagans, and rushed towards the church.

This small town has existed for a long time, and the buildings have long begun to age, but it is only because of the continuous repairs of the residents that it can be maintained until now.

He was careful enough, but he still accidentally stepped on a roof.

A few blue tiles slid down and smashed into pieces on the street. Although the sound was slight, it was enough to attract attention.

At the entrance of the street, a pagan suddenly stopped and looked over.

But before he had time to call his companions, a tentacle suddenly stretched out and swept him away in the blink of an eye.

The companion not far behind him was stunned when he saw this scene, as if he still didn't understand what happened just now.

As soon as this companion walked over, a pitch-black crowbar was shot from the blind spot at the corner of the street, and went straight through his head. The crowbar still had enough power, and even drove his body, pinning him to the wall behind him. on the wall.

Immediately afterwards, Xia Ren swung over with his tentacles, without touching the ground, took the crowbar and the dead body of the heretic, and swung back to the roof.

Other pagans passed by, looked at the empty streets, and left again.

After all this was done, Xia Ren wiped off the sweat that didn't exist on the top of his head, and heaved a sigh of relief.

"It's dangerous, I was almost discovered."

As soon as the words were finished, Xia Ren suddenly felt like a light was on his back, and a terrifying gaze fell on himself.

He turned his head and saw a terrifying figure standing on the spire of the church under the hazy sky.

The other party is extremely strong, with a height of three meters, with white hair flowing in the wind, and the explosive muscles on his body are covered by a layer of brown-black creep-like objects. These creeps can't be seen as solid or what. The surface is covered with grooves, and in those cracks, some blue, liquid-like things are flowing.

Creep has no fixed shape, as if it has a breath, it keeps expanding and shrinking on a small scale, changing its shape.

But it is not at all as ugly as the other pagans, but it has a kind of beauty that is twisted to the extreme, which makes people unconsciously think of art—crazy art.

Although he had never met him directly, Xia Ren recognized the other party's identity at a glance by relying on his intuition.

"Father!"

The two looked at each other from a long distance.

The priest looked at Xia Ren with his blue eyes.

His appearance is different from the other disgusting deformities that Xia Ren has seen. Instead, his burly and sturdy body perfectly fits the human aesthetics of the word "power". With a head of pure white hair, if the occasion was changed, the priest would definitely be able to make countless women scream and become obsessed.

Xia Ren gave him a thumbs up.

The priest tilted his head, not understanding what the other party was praising him at this time.

Xia Ren didn't care what the priest thought. After aiming at the angle, he raised the crowbar with the other hand and threw it with all his strength.

The tip of the crowbar pierced the air, and at the moment of letting go, because of the extremely fast speed, it even produced a sonic boom.

With a sharp whistling sound, almost instantly, the crowbar flew in front of the priest.

This time the attack came suddenly. Although the priest reacted quickly, he still couldn't dodge it completely. He could only tilt his body to one side, avoiding the important position of the heart.

The crowbar passed him by, and in an instant, several buildings behind the church were hit by a huge force and collapsed in the smoke.

Until this time, the pagans who noticed the movement were raising their heads and looking at the sky.

The priest covered his chest with one hand, looked at Xia Ren's position again, and found that the other party had disappeared.

Blood with blue light spots flowed down, his right shoulder was a bloody mess, his arm was hanging down feebly, shaking in the air, the connection with the body was almost only a little flesh, and the white bone stubble was exposed in the air, Makes his injury look particularly serious.

But the priest didn't care, as if he had lost his sense of pain, and even his expression didn't change.

Those brown-black creeps covering the body surface spread towards the wound, rapidly growing in size to fill the lost flesh and blood. With just one breath, the bloody wound on his shoulder just now healed. .

Standing on the highest point, the priest glanced around the town, but he couldn't find Xia Ren again.

He stopped paying attention to Xia Ren, but looked in the direction of the cemetery in the distance, with deep eyes, as if he wanted to confirm something.

With a loud bang, the steeple of the church exploded into a cloud of dust, while the priest's burly body pierced the sky like a meteorite.

Those heretics started to riot, waving their weapons, making strange noises of breaking wood, or jumping onto houses, or lifting the sewer manhole cover, searching for any suspicious traces.

Taking advantage of the fact that the siege is not so tight, Xia Ren is relying on his own speed advantage to quickly walk through the buildings.

"If this continues, if you can't find what you want later, you will be in trouble."

He crossed the church, came to the ruins first, and retrieved his crowbar.

The holy sword of physics is the only weapon he can currently rely on, and it is also one of the few things that can effectively kill pollutants. If it is lost, his combat effectiveness may be compromised.

Observing the heretics running back and forth to search for their traces, Xia Ren couldn't help but feel a little worried about the real estate agency.

"Hope you're okay."

He prayed for the other party in his heart. After all, if the real estate agent was caught, judging from the other party's current state, he would basically die.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether the real estate agent is dead or not, the main reason is that there are clues about his past that have not been asked, so at least he hopes that he will live until the end of the matter.

Xia Ren was about to leave the spot when his eyes accidentally caught sight of a relatively large photo frame among the ruins.

Although most of the picture was covered up by dust, Xia Ren still keenly noticed a trace of strangeness in it.

He bent down to pick up the photo, patted off the dust on it, and wiped it briefly with his hands, so that he could see the contents clearly.

Xia Ren couldn't help but shrink his pupils.

What he held in his hand was a family portrait, which included a family of six people, two elderly people, two middle-aged people, and two children.