Alien Knights

Cathedral, ten minutes before the start of the Pilgrimage.

"I, God's chosen savior! I will bring peace and serenity to this holy land, and bring down divine wrath on our enemies!"

Jacob held up the Bible with one hand and pointed to the west with the other: "This land under our feet will never fall into the hands of the heathen, because the power of the Lord will never fade away!"

Large areas of believers knelt on the ground and began to pray following the chanting of the catechumens.

Throatbone sat in the corner of the church, touched the skin on his face, and said with a chuckle: "Quite a poor performance."

Mairis crossed his hands on his lower abdomen, rolled his eyes at his throat, and chose silence.

Throatbone shrugged.

Melis saw a pair of parents with their young daughter in the crowd. His eyes twitched and he asked his throat: "If you want to destroy the church, you can use a hundred other ways. Why do you have to be so big?" A lot of trouble?"

Throat Bone tilted his head and looked at Miles: "You still think that I just want to take revenge on the church because of the tragic death of my family?"

"Is not it?"

"My parents, my sisters, death is an inevitable result for them." Throat Bone peeled off the skin of his fingertips, looked at the white bones glowing with blue light, and said slowly: "Everyone will die. , the difference is only in time and method.”

Mairis frowned: "They have suffered so much..."

Throatbone shook his head and said: "People are a very strange thing. When they see their loved ones being killed by others, they will hate the murderer; but when their loved ones are tortured and destroyed by illness and old age, they will But I have no choice but to accept it quietly."

"I do not understand……"

"Let me put it more bluntly. Death has never been inferior or noble. Being killed by the same kind or dying in a hospital bed are both forced to terminate the right to survive for human beings. But the funny thing is that many People think that it is a tragedy to be killed by the same kind, but it is ordinary to be killed by the old. But in my opinion, the gods who control the life and death of everyone are no different from those murderers. What I hate is not these stupid humans, what I hate What we hate is the god above us..."

Mairis was stunned for a long time and murmured: "What exactly do you want to do?"

Throat Bone did not answer the question. He looked forward and just smiled.

The pilgrimage is over.

After finishing his prayer, Jacob put down the Bible in his hand, nodded behind him, and then said to the believers: "In order to defeat the devil outside the city, the wise Heavenly Father has already prepared weapons."

In the expectant sight of the believers, a group of believers came from the back door holding hundreds of silver plates.

Thousands of things the size of date stones placed on the plate caused people around to whisper.

"By eating these holy objects, you will gain supreme power and the glory of God!"

Jacob's words made the people's voices grow louder.

Facing this unknown thing, some believers were hesitant, but more people cheered loudly.

"The Lord protect us!"

“The power of our Heavenly Father will destroy all evil!”

"The end of the devil will come soon!"

Looking at the scene in front of him, Throat Bone sat up straight and said with a smile: "When humans are drowning, no matter how small a branch is, they can become their boat of hope."

As Jacob was about to speak, his speech was interrupted by the sound of gunfire from the confessional.

The crowd in the hall caused a small commotion.

"Oh my God! Has the devil entered the city?!"

"Our army is defeated!"

Jacob winked at the deacon beside him, motioning for the latter to go see what was going on.

He opened his arms and shouted loudly to the believers: "Time is running out. Those lambs who are loyal to the Father in Heaven, please stand in front of me and accept God's gift!"

Soon, hundreds of believers flocked to the perimeter of the pulpit, praying for God's protection.

The catechumens distributed the eggs to the faithful and handed them bright red wine to help them swallow.

Jacob looked at the believers around him, made a sign of the cross on his chest with his right hand, and said in a deep voice: "Eat the holy object in your hand, and your body will turn into a weapon of God! And your soul will step on the stairway to Heaven!"

A girl who was no more than eight or nine years old, wearing patched burlap clothes. She looked at the maroon "object" in her parents' hands, her pure sky-blue pupils filled with fear, and she heard her softly pleading. : "Can I not eat...?"

The girl’s mother was furious: “How dare you refuse God’s gift?!”

The father grabbed his daughter's chin, forcefully opened her teeth, and forced her to drink the eggs with wine. Then, he swallowed another one.

In less than a minute, there were first small wails from the people who had taken the insect eggs, and then, these wails turned into heart-rending screams.

More and more people were lying on the ground, like cooked shrimps, hugging their bodies tightly with their hands, and their whole bodies were shaking like chaff.

The girl who fell to the ground was reduced to a human shape by the severe pain. Her sky-blue eyes looked at her mother not far away, and her little hand stretched forward to touch her closest relative.

The next second, the parasite burst out of her eye sockets, ending the child's life.

Old man Miles turned his head and closed his eyes.

In an instant, among the splashing blood and minced meat, pieces of black parasites rose up from the corpse.

The sunlight passed through the crystal glass of the Great Cathedral and fell into the hall, illuminating every corner. This light did not bring any warmth, but instead made everyone feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Oh God! They're all dead!"

"Run for your life!"

Facing these parasites, the believers screamed and fled backwards. Even the catechumens who had been mentally prepared in advance were frightened and fell to the ground, unable to move.

"Calm down! Calm down!" Jacob grabbed his trembling legs with his hands and said loudly: "Although they look ugly, they do come from heaven and have the power to eliminate demons!"

After saying this, Jacob raised the cross in his hand high and slowly walked into the group of parasitic corpses in front of him.

Under everyone's gaze, hundreds of parasitic corpses, writhing with parasites all over their bodies, stood motionless as if they were petrified in front of the slowly approaching Pope.

The believers who saw this scene immediately regained their courage and hope.

"Look! Those monsters aren't moving!"

"Lord Jacob silenced them!"

"With these 'things', we can really defeat the demons outside the city!"

Jacob, who was among the corpses, felt the adoring sights coming from all directions. He waved the cross excitedly and shouted to the people around him: "Look! Look! Their power comes from the supreme God, who is God." The angel sent to protect us! I am the one chosen by God!"

Looking at the living beings in the hall, Yan Gu slowly raised his arm.

He looked at the cross statue in the center of the temple and said, "If you want to stop me, now is your last chance."

After a period of silence, Throatbone smiled to himself and lowered his arms forcefully.

The parasitic corpses that had remained stationary, like puppets receiving instructions, instantly swarmed up, surrounded the eloquent Pope, and tore him into pieces.

The sounds of pushing, screaming, and gnawing were endless, and the tide of parasitic corpses infected all living creatures, roaring towards all directions of the Great Holy Cathedral.

On the high cross, two lines of black liquid gurgled out from the eye sockets of the statue, dripping on the ground and forming a pool of black water, reflecting the most tragic scene in the Great Cathedral in the past thousand years.