Part 5. The Red Priests Chapter 22: The “Descending” Holy One

　　Ragdoll without a bit of spirit completely unable to turn the eyes with the body upright, looked toward the scarlet moonlight can not be illuminated by the area, the side of the face of the man with small red swollen and swollen and the other cultists were standing quietly, at this time one after another bowed their heads, raised their hands, as if to put out a prayer gesture, reverently listening to the “oracle”.

　　After two or three seconds, the rag doll finally stood up straight, and just as it was about to open its mouth, which had no tongue at all, and make a sound that did not belong to this “body”, all its movements suddenly became stagnant, just like a badly rusted machine.

　　–Klein, who was hiding among the cultists, had just seen the ragdoll strangely extend its “spiritual threads”, so he didn’t hesitate to start manipulating it!

　　Inside the brightly lit room, the light dimmed, and the rag doll with curved eyes and mouth was instantly stripped of its bone-like support, slammed down on the table, and no longer made any movement.

　　Thousands of meters away from the flickering streetlights, Klein lost control of the “spiritual thread”, and with the power of the ragdoll’s descent, jumped out of his reach in just a second or two!

　　Woo!

　　A cold, biting wind blew in the room, and the carpet with the tables and chairs suddenly jerked, knocking the man with the red, swollen patch on the side of his face and most of the cultists to the ground, except for Kraven, who was camouflaged, and jumped up ahead of time, avoiding the accident.

　　Of course, Enzo, the winner, was right on the edge of the carpet and was unaffected.

　　Whoops!

　　In the cold wind, the carpet rolled up and wrapped itself firmly around several cultists, then covered their mouths and noses and wrapped itself around their throats.

　　At the same time, one of the round-bellied pens on the desk receded from its cap and shot out on its own, plunging into the neck of the man with the red, swollen lump on the side of his face, densely packed and with no gaping holes in it.

　　The wooden reclining chair, on the other hand, exploded with a thud, sending thin spikes sweeping out, not sparing all the rest of the cultists.

　　Against the wall, the pipe of the wall sconce cracked of its own accord, and the gas inside sang out.

　　The curtains on the couch then stood up, twisted into ropes, and wrapped around the conductor’s throat; several pieces of floorboards snapped and bounced, impaling several cultists from the bottom up.

　　For a moment, everything in the entire room was aggressive, trying to snuff out every life in the place.

　　Klein tried to dodge, but the shirt, pants, belt, jacket and bowler hat on his body all took on a life of their own, sealing him in place with force.

　　His mouth snapped open and he made a sound:

　　”Snap!”

　　He simulated the sound of snapping his fingers.

　　Crimson flames rose from his coat pocket, instantly covering his body and lifting the confinement.

　　At that very moment, the curtain on the other couch stood up, as if draped over the body by an invisible person.

　　Klein’s eyes immediately reflected such a strange image, his body shuddered and froze in place, tragically possessed by the “evil spirit”!

　　The flames that had risen earlier had not yet been extinguished, and were about to further burn away the clothes and flesh, but burned the whole person into a dark paper figure.

　　The back of this paper man was covered with feather-like patterns, giving people an unreal, half-illusory feeling.

　　This was a “mutated paper figure” that had been contaminated by the artificial death breath!

　　–From the very beginning, Klein knew that if he wanted to wait until the ragdoll changed, it would only be possible under two circumstances: either the one masquerading as a god was in the vicinity and could sense the death of the believers, so he made preparations and came down on purpose, digging a trap for the one who was looking for trouble, or the one who was making use of the ragdoll was indeed a certain hidden being, and he was unaware of the destruction of the sacrifice, and still came down as expected. The other is that the ragdoll was indeed used by a hidden being, who did not know that the sacrifice had been destroyed, and still came down as expected to give further “oracles”.

　　Either way, it means that things are more dangerous, so how could Kraven do an unprepared performance?

　　According to the characteristics of the other side can descend or possessed on the rag dolls, he put the paper dolls that have been mutated due to the contamination of the artificial death breath into the iron cigarette box in advance, and maintain the level of the performance of the secret dolls at the level of an ordinary person, to lure the target to directly possess themselves!

　　At this moment, the object of possession of the “god” worshipped by the cultists changed from Kraven to the “paper god of death”!

　　The crimson flames rolled inward, the black paper figure flared up, and the pale color expanded fiercely, tinted with a little bit of dark green.

　　A slightly painful muffled grunt sounded, reflecting the scarlet moonlight on the windows of the transparent shadow flashed away.

　　Almost in no particular order, the items that “came to life” in the room fell down one after another, restoring the dead state, and on the body of the “winner” Enzo, a stream of fire soared into the air, wrapping him up.

　　At this moment, in the port city at the northern end of the southern continent, inside a house, the residents are enjoying the relaxation of the night and the warmth of the family, completely unaware of their glass windows, the surface of their wall lamps, from time to time there is a dimming of a bit, and quickly return to normal.

　　This dimming was accompanied by the fire in the fireplace growing and shrinking, and by the rekindling and extinguishing of the residue in the kitchen.

　　During this process, the glass mirror of one house dimmed the most times, and the firelight changed the same number of times, while in the room, a few believers were praying to the “primordial moon”, unaware of it.

　　After an unknown period of time, the scarlet moonlight brightened a little, and the whole city seemed to be covered with a light veil.

　　The brightness soon returned to normal, and a crimson flame streamed upward from the top of a silver candle at one of the dining tables.

　　Enzo “The Winner” stepped out of it, his body and face rapidly changing to become Germaine Sparrow.

　　Just a moment ago, the moment the red moon turned bright, he lost his target.

　　”Not only do you have the extraordinary ability of the High Sequence of the ‘Grievous Soul’ pathway, but you can also borrow the power of the Red Moon …… One of the two is bound to rely on a seal or magical item to do it… … “Klein murmured wordlessly to himself, making a preliminary judgment.

　　After the demigod possessing the ragdoll was contaminated by the “Death God Paper Man”, he originally thought that he would have a chance to take down the other party, but who would have known that the enemy’s strength and methods were much stronger and richer than he had expected.

　　The only thing he could be sure of was that it wasn’t an angel, and the difference in strength and level was huge.

　　In the midst of his thoughts, Klein left the dining room and entered the living room, where several believers were praying to the “primordial moon”.

　　Unlike the cultists on the steam train, they knew exactly who they were worshipping, and seemed to belong to a more formal group.

　　One step, two steps, three steps, Kraven walked into the room quickly and slowly, and the worshippers turned around when they realized what was going on.

　　Under the powerful illusions of the “Trickster”, they saw Germaine Sparrow as a descending angel of God, and saw a red moon shining silently above his head.

　　Flop, flop, flop, flop, the believers prostrate themselves on the ground one after another, bowing in reverence.

　　Klein did not shiver and asked in a low voice:

　　”Who is that holy man who met with you before?”

　　One of the believers, though puzzled, respectfully made a reply:

　　”Reporting back to the God-Emperor, it is ‘Witch King’ Karaman.”

　　”Witch King” Karaman …… This name is so familiar …… Ah yes, the author of my Book of Secrets …… Hasn’t he died a long time ago? He has been active for thousands of years now, and there is no way that a non-specialized saint could have survived that long …… He joined the School of the Rose, but still believes in the “primordial moon”, and relies on some way to continue his life? Or maybe his sequence itself can turn him into an Everlasting Seed? Klein’s thoughts turned to the origin of the name Karaman.

　　……

　　Inside the cabin of a sailboat moored at the harbor pier, illuminated by pale moonlight.

　　A figure with shaggy hair and white in black stepped out from within the mirror, dressed in black robes with scarlet floral patterns, with wrinkles that were neither deep nor shallow growing on his forehead, corners of his eyes, cheeks, and around his mouth, and his eyes were bloodshot.

　　At this moment, at the back of his hand, on the rest of his exposed skin, the pores had opened up and a white fluffy hair stained with light yellow oil had grown.

　　This old man’s expression was slightly distorted, as if he was suffering from some sort of pain.

　　He quickly sat down on the edge of the bed, buried his head low, clasped his hands together, and recited something in a low voice.

　　In the difficult and awkward language, his forehead slowly cracked open, and a full red moon seemed to be embedded inside!

　　The moonlight dispersed and enveloped the old man, and the white fur on his body surface retracted one after another and disappeared.

　　But at the same time, this old man’s abdomen bulged a little, seemingly filled with liquid.

　　Finally, the clothes there along with the skin all tore open, a mass of white feathers full of flesh and blood from which flew out, fell to the deck, wriggling and struggling for a while before decaying and fading.

　　Hoo …… This old man raised his head and slowly spat out his breath, his blood red eyes were full of doubts.

　　He whispered to himself:

　　”Death’s Favorite?

　　”But now there is no God of Death at all ……”

　　……

　　Early in the morning, the Storm Church’s “Substitute Punisher” team, which had already taken over the case of the mysterious deaths of the steam train staff, received new information:

　　The missing conductor and driver, as well as several other suspected passengers, were found!

　　It didn’t take long for several members of the team to follow the clues and find the targets somewhere in the city.

　　They were hanging silently in a row outside a house.

　　”This is a provocation!” The “Substitute Punisher” captain growled out in a low voice through gritted teeth.

　　But when they put down the bodies and entered the house to investigate, they saw one guy in the living room praying to the “primordial moon” in a rather evil ritual.

　　”…… Arrest them all!” The captain of the “Substitute Punisher” froze for a second before giving the order.

　　Those “Primordial Moon” believers did not seem to have found their reason until then, and they resisted one after another, but they were quickly suppressed, either dead or injured.

　　The captain of the “vicarious punishers” looked around and said to his companions in a puzzled manner:

　　”There’s a whole row of dead bodies hanging from the doorway, and they didn’t even notice?”

　　A member of the “Readers” pathway pondered:

　　”Those dead bodies are probably leading us to investigate this place.”

　　The “Punisher” captain eased his impatience and nodded thoughtfully:

　　”Which demigod of which church is passing through?”