I suppressed the weirdness in the shelter

Chapter 10: The flag was set so early? Then I feel relieved
Clara Academy Priest Branch, Great Hall.

At this moment, there are more than one hundred students and teachers being sacrificed. This scale is far from enough to welcome the birth of the Son of God. It can only meet the most basic nutritional needs of the Son of God.

Unfortunately, the situation is urgent now, and the Son of God can only find food on his own after he is born. If possible, the Patriarch would not mind being the first food.

This time, the Son of God is much stronger than any previous one. The embryo he uses is carefully cultivated by the Birth Society. The fact that he can pass the entrance examination of Clara Academy is the best proof.

At the same time, the extraordinary people in Clara Academy are also good food, used to provide nutrition for the Son of God to barely get by.

In any case, as long as the Son of God can be born safely this time, and then he is taken to eat more high-quality food, he will definitely grow into an "evolutionary" apostle.

The Patriarch has made preparations at this moment, and everything needed for the sacrifice is foolproof. As long as George arrives, he will be sacrificed to "Evolution" first, making him the embryo of the Son of God, and then all these students and teachers can be sacrificed.

The barrier is still solid, and it will take time for the guys outside to break in. The only ones who can cause obstacles are Wyatt and others inside.

The Patriarch did not think that he could be an obstacle. Although he had heard of this man's fame as a priest, a priest alone could not cause much trouble. In addition, this sacrifice had attracted the attention of the "Evolution" itself, so even if the Pope came, it would be useless.

"My Lord Patriarch, is this the staircase to the end?"

"Yes, my dear George." The Patriarch put his hand on George's shoulder, and the words he uttered suddenly became very tempting, "You are the one chosen by the Lord. You are qualified to be reborn as the Lord's heir. You will lead us to accomplish great things."

"On the way here, I saw Dorothy. She seemed to be bewitched by heresy... After I am reborn, can I bring everyone back?"

"Of course you can. You have the ability to bring back and protect all the brothers and sisters who were captured by the Fallen Asylum."

The Patriarch's words made George firm in his decision. He climbed onto the stone platform and lay among the pieces of flesh and blood.

Just think of it as taking a nap. When you wake up, you will be a brand new person.

Seeing this, the patriarch smiled complacently. These embryos who had lived under the control of the organization since childhood were indeed very easy to be bewitched.

The patriarch closed his eyes in ecstasy, opened his arms to the sky, and murmured a series of strange syllables.

Seeing this, the pagans around knelt on the ground and folded their hands devoutly on their chests.

In the nativity, this is seen as a communication with the "evolution" itself. The Patriarch is informing "evolution" that the nativity can begin.

Weird, meaningless rituals, which fits the description of pagans in textbooks very well.

Hart Ulysses thought so.

He was an ordinary fourth-year student at the Priestess Academy. Because he failed several subjects, he returned to school today to take make-up exams, but he didn't expect to encounter such a thing.

But this also seems to be an opportunity.

Hart had recently interned in the military, and he considered himself to know more about pagans than these students.

The school rules state that students who have made significant contributions can receive a certain degree of credit rewards, and the opportunity to graduate successfully is right in front of them.

The pagans, including their patriarch, were now all absorbed in the incomprehensible ritual, their attention distracted, and their eyes closed.

It's almost the same as surrendering without a fight.

Hart had already used divine magic to break the pagans' binding magic, and what he had been waiting for was now.

Hart exerted force with his arms, broke free from the restraints, and rushed onto the stage in one step. The glass fragments hidden in his sleeves were shaken into his palms.

The stereotype that priests are powerless is annoying, but it does bring some convenience to priests in battle.

Hart is not very smart, but he is naturally strong. If it weren't for the fact that physical education earned Hart a lot of credits, he would have been held back no matter how hard he tried.

"Pay for your stupidity, heretic!"

The glass fragment in Hart's hand was only an inch away from the Patriarch's back. The surprise attack should have succeeded, but the next moment Hart saw the ceiling of the auditorium. Why did he see the ceiling? Hart couldn't figure it out.

But soon, he felt a pain in his jaw as if it was shattered.

His back did not hit the ground as expected. Before Hart landed on the ground, someone grabbed his neck tightly.

The Patriarch had noticed Hart's sneak attack at some point, and even retaliated without realizing it.

Hart could feel the strength coming from the other person's palm. It was really surprising to know what kind of strong body the patriarch had hidden under his black robe.

There is absolutely no chance of winning.

"Boom!"

The pagans around them knocked their heads to the ground and knelt down, as if they had angered some supreme being.

The Patriarch also began to apologize in a panic, his words full of fear and panic.

But when the conversation turned to Hart, the patriarch revealed his anger.

"It's all your fault, you heretic! You interrupted the Lord! I will turn every inch of your flesh and blood into pus!"

Black smoke came out of the patriarch's palm, and Hart felt like something was blocking his trachea, making it impossible for him to breathe.

He looked up at the stained glass on the top of the auditorium and prayed in his heart that the goddess would perform a miracle.

Hart's vision began to blur and everything became distorted, but at this moment, a crisp sound made his thoughts instantly clear. It seemed that something was falling from the sky, slowly landing among the flashing stained glass fragments.

The patriarch secretly thought that something was wrong and took several steps back to protect the stone platform.

Wyatt landed lightly and supported Hart who was about to fall.

"It will be faster to jump down from the nearby teaching building. I hope I didn't scare you."

"Wyatt! How dare you, the heretic who planned everything, show up here?"

"That's a heavy blow. If it had been any later, this guy would have really died." Wyatt looked at Hart, who was still breathing in his arms, and murmured, "Sure enough, the safety lecture on 'How to properly deal with heretics' should have been held in advance. If you had listened to it, you probably wouldn't have rushed forward to get killed."

"Wyatt!"

The patriarch shouted angrily, and large patches of black mist surged out from his palms.

This is the most basic manifestation of the evil of "evolution" and should not be taken lightly.

Wyatt waved his hand and instantly cast a seven-ring purification spell. In the battle between the holy light and the black fog, the holy light was gradually defeated.

"Can you suppress the Seven Rings Purification Technique? Evolution is watching here after all."

However, this level of evil is definitely not something a patriarch can control. His eyes were bloodshot at this moment, and after seeing Wyatt was at a disadvantage, he stopped with peace of mind.

"If we don't stop this kind of evil, the shelter will probably have to deal with the hundreds of fallen behind us."

"Hehe, it seems that you are indeed quite capable. This is the Lord's gift. The Lord is watching over this place! Even the "holy" Pope will have to bow down to you if he comes!

"Wyatt! You can't win! You can never save them!"

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