Chapter 245
This place, where the walls are filled with a symbol combining a cross with a diagonal line drawn from top left to bottom right, is called the Church of Purification, established as the heart of EL.
Located at the very center of Bakersfield, it had grown through repeated expansions to rival the size of a small domed stadium.
In the deepest part of the church, in the conference room where the elders gathered to hold meetings, an old man covered in blood as if stabbed all over his body was gasping for breath in the seat of honor.
And on the floor around him were five corpses, similarly stabbed and killed.
In front of the old man gasping for breath with death at his doorstep, Randy stood holding a blood-stained dagger, smiling eerily.
"You’ve lived long enough in this era, haven’t you? Elder?"
Gurgle gurgle
The old man called Elder foamed blood at the mouth.
"You’re no longer needed now."
The old man stopped his labored breathing.
Snap!
Randy snapped his fingers.