The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

"Will he become one of us too?"

Lin Shuang changed her mind at some point and began to refer to herself as "we," while also including the thoughts of everyone else.

The devilish man did not back down despite everyone's gaze. He first glanced at the old man, then surveyed the world around him.

He will agree with us.

He will also become one of us.

Before she could think much about it, Lin Shuang realized something was wrong; she sensed the other person's emotions!

But it wasn't the familiar pain, anger, sorrow, or desire...

He carried none of the negative emotions that each of them carried.

There wasn't even any positive emotion associated with light.

Nothing at all.

Empty.

The other party did not seem to be a living being at all, but rather a cold, inorganic machine.

For no apparent reason, Lin Shuang felt fear.

She didn't know where this feeling came from, but the dream that was about to sink into oblivion had indeed developed cracks.

In a perfect dream where everyone is happy and everyone is smiling, an uninvited guest intrudes.

He was stern and unsmiling, unaffected by others, and simply observed everything with a cold gaze.

Like scrutinizing.

Like contempt.

Then, he smiled.

But it wasn't the same satisfied smile as everyone else's.

Instead, he made no attempt to hide his contempt, displaying a disdainful smile.

"...That's it?"

...?

Everyone heard what the man said.

他 说:

"So, this is your wish? This is what you call the prayer of all living beings?"

"This is too...isn't it?"

Something was deliberately omitted, but the stimulating effect was not diminished at all; tens of thousands of souls instantly went berserk.

If it were just verbal mockery, it would be fine, but their current state is hard to understand, so it has almost no effect.

However, now all of their senses are connected, and they can all feel each other's emotions.

The other party was not trying to cover it up.

He truly expressed his speechlessness and disdain.

The words he spoke were not exaggerated at all; in fact, they were much more restrained.

He will definitely pay the price!

But before their emotions could erupt, the man's mood changed instantly.

Cold and heartless.

The demon-like man, his eyes flashing crimson, licked his lips:

"I said, there's a limit to joking, isn't there?"

And...rage.

"What are you thinking? They're working so hard for you, and you're here fantasizing about a world without them?"

One person's emotion instantly overwhelmed the anger of tens of thousands of people.

In the shadows cast beneath him, a terrifying being seemed to bare its fangs, its greedy gaze sweeping over everyone.

Everyone felt a deep-seated fear, as if their bodies were about to shatter at any moment.

They heard the man continue:

"And you can still sleep like this?"

"Sleep? What are you talking about?"

"Get the hell out of bed, all of you!"

……

……

Inside the church, the eerie music grew increasingly rousing, and the pastor's movements became more and more exaggerated.

His fingertips were stained with blood, not only from the spray that had been on the piano keys, but also from the flesh and blood of his own fingers.

The pastor's ten fingers had unknowingly developed varying degrees of damage, leaving a bloody mess.

Just then, a tall figure wielding a giant axe silently appeared at the church entrance.

Chapter Sixty-Seven: What Happens Here Has Nothing to Do with You

Bang!

The already dilapidated door was kicked open with force, flying like a missile toward the pastor in front of the organ.

Bang!

The solid wood door was blocked by an invisible force when it approached the figure within three meters, making a loud noise as if it had hit a wall, and shattered into pieces.

It did not have any real effect on the pastor, but the sound of the wooden door breaking interrupted the music, causing a momentary pause.

hum.

Her fiery red short hair was slightly messy, and the newcomer's face did not look as fierce as her actions; in fact, it could be described as beautiful.

She looked to be in her mid-twenties, not yet thirty, with slightly thin lips, a high nose bridge, and thick eyelashes, exuding both a heroic air and a touch of femininity.

But she exuded an aura that showed no weakness; she was like a well-honed blade, gleaming with sharp edges.

He is over 1.8 meters tall, but does not appear bulky under the special armor.

With such a face and figure, if she changed into a different outfit...

It may not necessarily attract men, but it will definitely attract women.

Instead of rushing in, a tall figure walked in through the door, wearing metal boots.

Winter, winter, winter.

Although he didn't look particularly muscular, his boots made a heavy sound as they hit the ground.

The only reason I can think of is the giant axe in her hand, which is in stark contrast to her size.

The material is not visible, but the axe blade with its dark metallic sheen is enough to make you imagine its weight!

Her gaze swept across the altar in the center of the church, then fell upon the priest whose hand gestures had paused only briefly. Finally, Margaret spoke:

"So, you're the mastermind behind all this?"

Her voice wasn't deep; instead, it had the magnetic quality of a mature woman, but the tone of her voice didn't convey any gentleness at all.

Like her temperament, she was as cold as a drawn blade.

The pastor, oblivious, never looked back.

But in Margaret's eyes, the entire dilapidated church transformed in an instant.

It is magnificent and holy, and has completely lost its previous dilapidated appearance!

A group of devout believers, their faces obscured, filled the corners of the church, their fervent gazes simultaneously turning toward Margaret.

Then, their expressions turned pained, and they stared at the intruder with hateful eyes.

"Don't bother me, this has nothing to do with you."

"This is my revenge."

A hoarse voice echoed in the sanctuary. The priest, with his back to Margaret, spoke in a low voice, without a trace of madness.

With a slight movement of their lips, all the believers repeated the pastor's words:

"Don't bother me..."

"This is my revenge..."

The cacophony of voices, amplified by the combined resonance of hundreds, sounded exceptionally grand, like sacred pronouncements.

The sound was deafening.

But under such shock, Margaret's expression only changed slightly before returning to calm, her cold and hard expression showing no sign of emotion.

"call……"

She raised the massive axe, half her height, to her chest, silently demonstrating her stance and choice.

All the echoes ceased abruptly. The figure in front of the organ paused for a moment, but was not surprised, and simply whispered:

"……madness."

call.

A cold wind blew through, instantly extinguishing half of the candles scattered throughout the church, and the frenzied expressions on the believers' faces became even more sinister.

They raised their books and charged at Margaret!

Gazing at the surging crowd, Margaret took a deep breath and began to run...

charge!

An axe warrior charged into the sea of ​​people!