Chapter 615

Someone had appeared at the entrance. They were dressed in black and were wearing a smiling mask. A chill permeated the entire hall.

Sensing the coldness, the priests stopped their activities.

“Why stop? Continue chanting!” The bishop casually picked up another string of prayer beads.

He had long foreseen a calamity coming to Purple Church, caus Lindt. This was also why he spared him of his punishment.

Mortimer was the only martial priest in the church and the guardian of Purple Church. He slowly stood up. He was the last line of defense. If even he could not withstand the threat, then the 30-plus priests would stand no chance of surviving.

The other priests continued chanting anxiously.

“Who are you?” Mortimer asked, voice low.

The masked person chuckled ominously. “Don’t you recognize me?”

a blood-red

dagger, but the masked person was already in front of him. A fist struck Mortimer squarely in the chest. He flew backward, crashing into the statue with a muffled impact

remained unflinching as he continued

before grabbing the bishop’s hand. He struggled to speak but managed

bishop smiled bitterly. Leave?

person exited the church. Behind

Some bastard had torn off the road signs. It seemed like

around and vanished into the

saw panicking tourists running out of the scenic area. Nash grabbed one of them and asked, “Which direction is

were heading to Purple Church, but something happened there,” the breathless

narrowed. “What happened?”

man pointed in a direction and said, “Look, it’s

saw half

there’s a masked killer about,” the man turned

and shivered before scrambling

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