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?”

then threw a blood-red

squarely in the chest. He flew backward, crashing into the statue with a muffled impact before

remained unflinching as he continued

grabbing the bishop’s hand. He struggled to speak but managed to say, “Bishop, leave quickly…”

bitterly. Leave? Was that even

minutes later, the masked person exited the church. Behind him, the church was already engulfed

Some bastard had torn off the road

Nash turned around and vanished

minutes, he returned to the main road and saw panicking tourists running out of the scenic area. Nash

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

eyes narrowed. “What

and said, “Look, it’s on

man’s finger and saw half of

you’d better not go. I heard there’s a masked killer about,” the man turned back to him

and shivered before scrambling his way

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