"All the people in the world are stupid and cannot understand the gospel of our Lord at all. O Most High Lord, your humble followers hope to spread your great glory to mortals!"

In the dead silence of the prison, the fire of darkness swayed, and the pungent smell of blood and stench rose to the sky. Warden Douglas Dillon knelt on the ground, with a dark mirror enshrined on the table, and the upper half of his wrinkled old face.

Partly fanaticism, half dissatisfaction.

There is no way, these mortals are so stupid and lazy, no one can understand the gospel of our great Lord, they all deserve to die!

Opposite the evil mirror, Heath, who was recovering from his injuries, narrowed his eyes. The other priests were planning to sacrifice the destruction of a city or even a country to please the Supreme Lord. Why was this priest so out of place? All he thought about was preaching?

I am a wretched and underdeveloped evil god. Is it too arrogant to preach or something like that? Wouldn’t it be nice to learn from everyone to sacrifice blood, food and death to the Supreme Lord in a harmonious way?

Douglas knelt there and prayed for a while, then sat back on the table, spread out a piece of parchment, and took out a quill he carried with him. There were densely packed small eyes like honeycombs on his ears.

He stared obsessively at the evil mirror's opened one eye, listening to the crazy whispers conveyed, with rich facial expressions, sometimes laughing, sometimes doubtful, sometimes crazy, sometimes forgetful, and one hand would frantically pull out the number on the top of his head from time to time.

Not much of the Mediterranean.

Finally, an expression of enlightenment appeared on his face, and he chuckled softly while writing furiously. As he wrote, he suddenly yelled angrily, dissatisfied that his inspiration was interrupted, and wrote with bloody ink.

Run out.

He hurriedly ran out, then ran back with a basin of fresh blood, and continued shouting and writing furiously. Heath cast his eyes over curiously, wanting to see what this strange priest was writing?

Scrawled blood words were printed on the parchment, the sentences were not fluent, and various thoughts jumped. One sentence even expressed dozens of meanings. Heath frowned slightly. To be honest, he didn't understand, and there were a lot of things my lord said.

Like, why did I say this?

After finishing writing on a piece of parchment, Douglass carefully reached into his arms, as if he were treating some holy object, and took out a book with the word "gospel" crookedly written in blood on it.

He bound this latest parchment into the Gospel, with a satisfied expression on his face. He shouted "My Lord" while stroking the cover, looking like he was enjoying the bliss of the world.

Looking at this bloody book, Heath was surprised. It was actually entangled with a pure power of the evil god that had the same origin as him. He had not given the power of the evil god to this book, right?

As for the Evil God Priest, although he also possesses the power of the Evil God and can bestow lower-level cannon fodder evil objects, it is absolutely impossible to grant such pure power of the Evil God. Just like the pyramid, the essence of the Evil God's power will only get worse as it is given layer by layer.

Getting weaker and weaker.

Heath, who had lost interest in the priest's messy records, regained his interest. The evil mirror trembled slightly, resonating with the power of the evil god on the surface of the gospel. The book broke free from the priest's arms and floated up, page by page.

Windless automatic.

"My lord, my lord!"

Douglas immediately knelt down excitedly. The great Lord actually paid attention to a small believer in him. This was an approval of his gospel. What a gospel this was, how could he not be excited!

He kowtowed his head with a bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang on his head, his forehead was bloody and bloody, and his skull was even exposed. The intensity made Heath take a look, don't really knock yourself to death.

After reading through the Gospels in detail, a strange color flashed in Heath's eyes. Indeed, they were basically all messy and incomprehensible contents, as if someone was talking gibberish, but it was these.

Crazy words can trigger all kinds of evil powers.

This is the evil god's weapon that is being nurtured and perfected by itself, and it is also an evil god's weapon that fits him extremely well. It feels like it comes from the same origin and is one.

This priest... is a talent!

The Gospel stopped flipping and fell down. Douglas, who was kowtowing in prayer, suddenly raised his head, like a hungry tiger ready to attack, he pounced on the food and hugged the Gospel.

"I agree!"

After thinking for a few seconds, Heath spoke through the evil mirror, and the invisible spiritual voice blasted in Douglas's ears.

Douglas's eyes widened, almost popping out of his eyes. He jumped up with a backflip, threw out a piece of parchment, and recorded something in a hurry.

Oh, what a wonderful gospel, this is the gospel given to him by our Lord, supreme glory, too much, too much, I want to write it down.

Looking at Douglas who wrote several pages after just one sentence, Heath glanced at the compound eyes on his ears. Is this his ability or a psychological problem? But it doesn't matter, as long as it is useful.

Well bound into the first few pages of the gospel, Douglass put the gospel into his arms again, picked up the evil mirror, put a layer of blood robe on himself, and passed through the prison where dead bodies were everywhere, going to no one knows where.

A few days later, a team of knights escorting recent felons arrived at the Black Mountain Prison. They found that there were no soldiers to check and hand over, and there was no one on guard at Xiaguan. This made them very confused, and finally broke into this prison.

A loose prison guarded by human beings.

As a result, what they saw were rotting and stinking corpses everywhere. From rats to prison officers, no one was spared. They were all brutally killed inhumanely. This shocked them. This was known as the most terrifying and even terrible place in the Geffenir Empire.

The Death Prison, which is famous throughout the continent and is said to have no return, was actually massacred. Who did this?

As the news spread back to the top of the empire, the entire Geffenir Empire fell into rumors for a while. Not only did the nobles talk about it, but the people also talked about it. The nearby kingdoms and grand duchies also talked about this strange thing with gusto. Rumors

everywhere.

The most credible rumor among them is that it was done by the warden of Black Mountain Prison, retired Grand Knight, Dragon Sword-Douglas Dillon. It is said that his body was not found in the prison. As for why he did this,

No one knows.

The most important thing is that the Geffenir Empire also issued a wanted order for this Dragon Sword.

Douglas, who was at the center of the storm of this strange incident, was now running to some remote small countries, reading the gospel with a half-stepped smile, wearing a mysterious blood robe, spreading the gospel everywhere and looking for evangelical believers.

Therefore, horror legends have been left in many places. If someone knocks on the door in the middle of the night and asks you, "Do you want to hear the gospel?", never open the door or make a sound, otherwise great terror will occur.
Chapter completed!