There are so-called "evil paths" in the world.

The reason why it is called a crooked way of evil is that its behavior is naturally contrary to common sense, incompatible with the ethics and values recognized by the public, and it also involves violent crimes.

But the above cognition can only be said to be the impression of the general good people who keep to themselves on the underworld and criminal gangs, even the underground world has its rules and laws, that is, the so-called "dark justice". Even the existence that can ignore these, wantonly play with life, and trample on people's hearts is the real evil crooked.

is like a crossdresser, a gunman who specializes in killing young girls and skinning them to make clothes;

For example, the cult ancestor who summoned believers to commit mass suicide and launched poison gas attacks on innocent people;

is like a perfumer with an extraordinary sense of smell who has a lifelong energy to kill a group of young girls just to extract a bottle of girl's body fragrance;

is like a man-eating demon with a super high IQ, holding the title of professor, like a gourmand tastes lamb, chewing human flesh carefully;

They are undoubtedly heinous, humanoid demons that cannot be redeemed.

But compared to Sloth, the above perverts, madmen, sadists, and killers are not qualified to be called "evil crooked".

"Our God in heaven, may all be holy in the name of God, and the kingdom of God come. ”

Gentle, devotional prayer, utterly pure, without a hint of gloom.

It's like sunlight coming in from the window, bright and transparent.

The black-haired priest clasped his hands over his chest and continued to whisper in an angelic voice:

"May God's will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Our daily bread is given to us today. forgive us our debts, just as we forgive the debts of men, and let us not be tempted. ”

The sound of the organ and the innocent singing of the children weave the melody of the divine love of the "Song of Pity", and the priest is bathed in the sun, and the golden light, the snow-white tablecloth, and the dignified instrument are performing a solemn Eucharist (Mass).

It's just—

"Deliver us from evil. ”

As he finished reciting the Lord's Prayer, he quickly drew a cross with his fingers, and his eyes, which had been closed, slowly opened, and the red eyes that seemed to burn reflected the snow-white tablecloth, as well as the utensils used to place the Holy Body and Holy Blood.

"In the name of God, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. This cup is the new covenant in my blood. ”

The text of the Eucharistic Prayer (kanon).

The ritual of the communion of the Eucharist and the blood into bread and wine.

The most discerning priests and cardinals will not find fault with it, and will offer blessings and praises from the bottom of their hearts.

But.

It was not bread and wine that were in the vessel.

human blood;

human heads;

Around seven or eight years old, an age that has nothing to do with troubles and sorrows, full of vitality and innocent faces. At this moment, with a look of despair and pain, he was lying quietly on a silver platter looking up at the black-haired and red-eyed priest.

"It's pathetic. ”

The priest took the girl's head in his hands, and his eyes and movements were full of love, and he only heard him say in a sigh-like tone:

"Life is really impermanent, if she is still alive, she may be a dignified and virtuous lady now, or she may be an ordinary village girl in the countryside. But now, she can only let others play with it like a building block, which is really uncomfortable to think about. ”

The head in his hand collapsed like mud splashed with water, and the face that had been as vivid as before a second ago rotted and crumbled in the blink of an eye, and in less than three seconds, the girl's head had become a pile of ashes that had fallen in the wind, and then disappeared without a trace.

"Dust to dust, dust to dust. ”

Clapping his hands, the priest shook his head and muttered a few words, then turned aside with a cynical smile.

"What was the name of the girl just now? Chloe? I remember that the young master was a good playmate when he was a child, you really can do it, you really deserve to have received a full set of elite education from that adult, and you didn't hesitate at all when it was time to start. ”

“......”

The young man standing on the opposite side of the altar, holding a long sword and pointing diagonally at the ground, snorted coldly, staring at the pretending priest.

If he could, he wanted to immediately break the bastard in front of him into pieces, then crush the bones and scatter the ashes, and then mix the ashes into the feed and feed the pigs. Or tie up a few hundred kilograms of lead balls and throw them into the trench tens of thousands of meters to dive, or find a nest of poisonous snakes or some other ferocious creature, chop off the limbs of this bastard and throw them in.

But none of the above can be resorted to, and even violent actions and denunciations are not allowed. Because according to the rules of the game, not only do you say "that word" in words, but you can't act with the purpose of implementing "that word". Once convicted of speaking or implementing forbidden words, Roland was a complete failure.

So he could only glare at Sloss, enduring the mental attack inflicted by Sloss, while waiting for an opportunity to fight back.

Sloth also knew this, how could he give Roland a gap to fight back.

"Childhood friends have all been used up?, let's take the turn of the elders of the past. ”

With a "snap" of both hands, the shadows that could not be illuminated by the sun began to squirm, and after a while, a humanoid black shadow peeled away from the darkness, gradually expanding and deforming like an inflatable doll, and in the blink of an eye, it became a dozen adults with weapons in hand.

It's not just the phenomenon itself that is stunning, it's the faces of those people.

They were all dead.

Each face is hidden deep in Roland's memory, entangled with the most joyful and painful memory.

Not to mention that there are also-

Two men and women stood in front of Roland.

A woman with a staff, and a man with the same holy sword "Dirandal" as Roland.

"You have to get along with your mom and dad. ”

With a snap of his fingers, the dead who were deeply rooted in Roland's memory swarmed up.

Roland knew that the people in front of him were all phantoms, and he did not hesitate to raise his sword to meet them.

In the spiritual world, phantoms can also kill people indeed. As long as the brain is unable to tell the difference between the real and the phantom beyond a certain boundary, the physical body will even show the damage caused by the phantom on its own. In this case, if the phantom is fatally injured, the physical body of the reality will literally stop breathing and heartbeat.

It can only be killed.

The strength of the phantom is not strong, and compared to the prototype, it is simply a weak mess.

But when he slashed the Phantom, he had a real feel from Dirandal.

The tangible texture of slicing flesh, slicing bones, and tearing organs, the warmth of the blood and flesh spilled on the face, and the screams and screams that echoed in the ears again and again—all were remarkably real.

Knowing that it was a phantom, knowing that this was Sloth's means of forcing him, the anger and hatred in the young man's heart were accumulating, approaching the critical point little by little.

- This evil demon must not be let go.

Such a cry echoed in Roland's heart.

(You must want to kill me right away, young master.) ）

Watching the fight under the altar, Sloth happily dangled the chalice of wine.

('Exploiting the dead', 'trampling on dignity' – these are the things you can't accept, even if you know it's a trap to push you to the limit, and you can still feel angry.) After all, human feelings are such irrational and easy to take advantage of. ）

Feelings are not something that can be easily changed by reasoning, even if you know that there is no meaning, even if you know that there will be no result. People still react to things and situations – what are called feelings.

And one of the easiest to use, and the easiest to get out of control, is passion.

Regret.

Resentment.

Taboo.

Curse.

Hate.

When the torrent of these negative passions reaches a certain level, and then pushes from behind, people will fall into hell from which they will never recover.

Now, it's a little bit away from being on the doorstep.

The struggling boy slanted through the scarlet liquor, staring at the distorted scene, and Sloth nodded contentedly.