Why don't you have a normal person on board?

The priest got up from the ground, peeled off the vines on his body, and looked up at the sick and delicate saint holding a scepter not far away.

"My lord, if you change your mind now, it may be too late." The priest still held the scripture in his hand, "Judging from that man's confidence, I believe he must have the same strength as the captain.

"However, if you choose him, it will be a mistake. The Supreme Lord will not recognize this guy, because he does not meet the candidate predicted by the scriptures at all!"

The sickly saint just listened to the priest silently without saying a word.

The priest slapped the scriptures on his chest, with an extremely serious expression, "Believe me, my lord, besides you, I am the person with the deepest belief in this sect. I also understand the meaning of the Supreme Lord. What He expects Man, definitely not the one you chose!"

"Perhaps you misunderstood something." The sickly saint stretched out her empty hand, "Did you see it? What is in my hand?"

What... nothing?
The priest was stunned for a second, trying to figure out the answer that the sickly saint wanted to answer by himself. After he had finished thinking, he answered cautiously: "Is...your belief?"

"No, it's a scripture that doesn't exist at all," said the sickly saint. "When I left the sect, I threw away that so-called scripture immediately. Let me ask you, do you still remember how the sect's saintesses were selected?" ?"

The priest swallowed, but made no answer.

Because he himself knew that this answer was very cruel.

"When a saint dies, the next saint will be selected from a group of virgins and virgins who are only eight or nine years old. From then on, we need to be tied to the cross every day, whether it is eating, drinking, or laying waste. There is no way to handle it by yourself.

"The diet is strictly controlled at one-third of the normal person's diet, and the daily excretion must not exceed the standard. Those who exceed the standard will lose the qualifications for the selection of saints, and will be thrown directly into the cooking pot, made into delicacies, and sacrificed to countless people. on the lord.

"We can't wear clothes, we bathe in the sun every day, in the name of receiving the sunshine of the Supreme Lord, in fact, even if there is a storm, we will be hanged on the cross.

"If someone is sick, it will be regarded as an unclean body, and it will also be thrown into the cooking pot.

"There are mosquitoes, we can't resist, because being friendly to all kinds of life is also the treatment that the so-called saints should have. Even when the locusts fell on us in the locust plague that year, we were too scared to scream or move. own body.

"We continued this kind of life until we were adults, and we didn't even wear silk on our bodies until we were adults. Every day, we were watched by the passing believers like a showpiece, admiring the birth of the saint.

"I was the only one who survived and didn't go crazy, so I became a saint. On the surface, the people of the sect obeyed me, but in fact they didn't expect that the person who became the saint in the end was actually me. They originally It is ready to push a person out at the last moment.

"But it's a pity that he was gnawed into a skeleton in that terrible locust plague, right next to me.

"I will never forget his screams, I hate this supreme Lord, why didn't he give believers salvation at this time, I don't believe this is the so-called test.

"So, the moment I left the sect, I threw away the scriptures.

"I don't believe in the Supreme Lord. On the night I became a saint, I had a dream. I met the Supreme Lord. He knew my thoughts and approved of my thoughts.

"From that moment on, I was equal to the Supreme Lord. I borrowed His power to find someone worthy of my support to become the savior, so I found our captain."

The eyes of the sick and delicate saint gradually distorted as the memory deepened, "Did you feel it? Father? In the recent period, the power of the Supreme Lord is weakening."

The priest was sweating all over his back, "You...what do you mean..."

"Because I reached the agreement with the Supreme Lord, I borrowed His power to find my savior, and the Supreme Lord who witnessed all this has fulfilled his long-cherished wish and is destroying himself."

The corners of her lips curled up slightly, and the hand of the sickly maiden holding the scepter was gradually exerting strength, "It must not be long before the power of the Supreme Lord will disappear completely, and part of His power will be given to me as compensation to make up for me. The pain of the past, when the time comes, even you will no longer be able to borrow any power from the Supreme Lord."

"You are a saint!" The priest scolded angrily, "You are a saint who was launched by the entire sect with a lot of manpower and material resources. How could you do such a thing? Apart from me, you are the most supreme believer in the sect." My lord, you actually chose to betray!"

"Except for you?" The sickly maiden tilted her head slightly, her smile distorted, "Hahaha, this is really a joke, you... actually don't believe in the Supreme Lord anymore, right? Otherwise, there will be such a disgusting person in you smell?"

The priest was startled, and there was a faint stabbing pain in his head.

"When you were in the sect, I don't care about what you did. The painful memories that the children of my contemporaries left on you have nothing to do with me, because they are dead, and no one will avenge them, except me , no one will ever recall the dirty things you did every night.

"But now, things are different." The divine scepter touched the ground, and a door seemed to open behind the sickly maiden, and the strong smell of corpses diffused from behind the rotten double doors.

The door opened, and an indescribable creation came out from behind the door.

That was the supreme Lord who was originally in the air, and now he bestowed part of his power on the sickly maiden, and his body, which had already died, was naturally within the scope of the sickly maiden's driving.

She will not show any mercy to the Supreme Lord just because her body is dead, which is what He should do.

The stench of corpses and decay spread, and Father Priest watched the mass of rotten flesh crawl out from behind the door, then raised his one eye and met his own.

The gust of limbs fell to the ground and lifted the hair, gown and skirt below the knees of the sick and delicate saint. She looked indifferently, looking at the face of the priest, as if looking at a dog.

The priest felt like he was dying.

The sickly saint was right. Ever since he witnessed Kouy gaining the power of the unclean brain and witnessing the power of the stalwart, he began to believe in the unclean brain vaguely in his heart.

But the unclean brain failed to respond to him, and only their captain had responded to him.

Now, even if the priest wanted to regret it, it was too late.

Because the rotten piece of meat fell from the sky, the moment he saw the chaotic eyes of the sickly saint, he smashed the priest into a meatloaf.