Chapter 120
After eliminating all the Hunters guarding the church, I shoved open the massive arched doors.
Creeaakk!
A loud screech of metal echoed out as clouds of dust rose into the air. The torches scattered throughout the place flickered from the breeze seeping in through the gap.
The interior of the church was much wider—and filthier—than I’d expected. Bloodstains were splattered all over, and the church pews were either shattered or scattered across the floor.
But what struck me most was the group of bastards gathered inside the church. Even though they clearly knew I was here, they didn’t even glance my way and just continued with what they were doing.
“Thus, as we await the god who will one day awaken, we must never let go of our faith. The path of pain is one we must go through to reach salvation.”
A freak draped in a strange cloth stood at the pulpit, murmuring his sermon. Before him, people knelt in prayer and shouted out in fervent voices.
“Our faith is unshakable!”
“No matter what hardship comes, we shall follow Him!”
“O God of Catastrophe!”
“O God of Catastrophe!”
“...The hell is this?”