The villain lord: Both the player and the protagonist want to kill me Xi Wei Jinshi

When Bryant followed Paul to the entrance of the church, he couldn't help but be overwhelmed.

Isn't this the dump they passed by just now?

Paul walked through the rubbish and found two inconspicuous boards. He looked around to make sure everything was safe, and then he stretched out his hand to uncover the two boards.

"Come with me, number 37."

Bryant frowned.

In his heart, he no longer had any hope for this Church of Truth. It was probably a small sect that was not popular, and it was just a dream of turning over serfs and singing.

Paul glanced over at Bryant.

He smiled nonchalantly, and said, "The conditions of our church are limited now, but believe me, when you feel the power of our Lord, you will find that these difficult conditions are just a small puddle in front of success~"

Bryant was noncommittal.

He really wanted to see what awesome gods could be born in the sewer.

Entering the sewer, Paul turned and resealed the entrance behind him until no light came through.

Then he took out the torch and lit the torch he had prepared in advance and walked to the front to lead the way.

"Those five are my old friends just now, and they are also the reviewers of our Church of Truth. They specialize in reviewing newcomers who enter the Church of Truth. Of course, they have rejected newcomers to join now. You are the first one in the past week."

Paul explained as he walked, his voice was gentle and mellow, giving people a sense of strength.

Even if it reverberates in the empty city sewers, it is very clear.

Bryant looked left and right, carefully observing the surrounding situation.

It was different from what he had imagined. The sewer was not full of rubbish, and there was no stench of excrement. On the contrary, the ground looked clean except for some dampness. There was a faint fishy smell lingering at the tip of his nose. Not from blood but from decaying plants and dirt.

"Well, isn't it surprising?"

Paul seemed to know what Bryant was thinking.

"Sol City is a border city with not many residents, and we have people cleaning it carefully every day, so even living in the sewer is not as desolate as you imagine, and the garbage dump outside is just to avoid the blindfold of the law enforcement team. "

Bryant nodded dismissively.

He still has little confidence in the Truth Church, and stereotypes are not so easy to change.

Paul seemed to know this too, so he just clicked a few sentences at random and didn't say anything more.

The two walked forward in silence.

Until the sound of "squeaking" water is heard.

They come to a crossroads.

The sewage of the city is rushing in the ditch in front of you.

Bryant finally smelled something that made him sick.

There is endless darkness on the left and right sides, like the huge mouth of a wild beast that chooses to devour people.

Standing here even as a giant dragon, he couldn't help feeling horrified.

Looking forward, there are torches on both sides of the tunnel, and there are some traces of human activities on the ground.

The slippery ferns were artificially shoveled to the sides.

Some messy footprints remained on the remains of the campfire, and those footprints spread inward and disappeared in the dim light curtain.

"We're almost there."

Paul had a relaxed smile on his face, as if he was coming home.

The two continued to walk forward, and after about half an hour, they came to a junction of pipelines.

The sewers were artificially covered, and the thick blankets made the sound of the running water almost inaudible, and also masked the smell.

In this intersection of about [-] square meters, there are more than a dozen simple tents.

The only source of light is the bonfire in front of the tent.

People in black cloaks gathered around the bonfire, eating fat rats strung on wooden sticks in their hands.

Someone noticed Paul who had returned, and a man in a cloak stood up at the middle of the bonfire.

Judging by his trembling steps, he should be an old man.

When the man approached, Paul clasped his hands together, lowered his head slightly, and softly chanted in a chant: "Praise the truth!"

"Praise the truth! Praise the Lord!" The old man clasped his hands together in return.

His speech was extremely fast, his voice was hoarse, and his words were not very clear, giving people the feeling of chanting a spell.

"Number 11, who is next to you?"

"He is No. 37, our new companion, who has not yet listened to the teachings of the Lord."

The old man looked Bryant up and down a few times, and let out a sinister smile:

"Yes, a strong young man, Jie Jie Jie... Come with me, and you will soon know the greatness of the truth."

There are no routines, just get into the topic directly.

The old man turned and walked towards the tent.

Paul pushed Bryant, motioning for him to follow.

Bryant relied on being a giant dragon, even if he was covered in hairs, he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

When he came to the tent, the old man walked in.

Through the faint light, the tent was full of vague statues and some bottles and cans.

Bryant felt that at least 100 people around him were staring at him.

These gazes were full of greed and destruction, as if a beast that had been hungry for three days suddenly saw a fat lamb.

Something is wrong!

Very wrong!

The dragon's intuition sounded the alarm for Brian.

He tensed up all over, ready to transform into a dragon.

After a while, the old man came out of the tent again, holding a statue and an ink bottle in his hand.

"My lord is the great Alvasa! Look directly at the statue of my lord, and you will receive the gift of truth!"

As he said that, he held up the statue in his hand. Since Bryant was very tall, he had to lift the statue up so that it could fit right in front of Bryant's eyes.

The ambient light is dim.

But the statue in the old man's hand was strangely clear.

It was a huge headless non-human creature, with four huge tentacles extending from the limbs. This creature only had a neck, and an opening in the neck formed a huge toothless mouth.

Just look at this statue.

Bryant felt his eyes go dark, and there was a "buzz" in his mind that exploded!

He seemed to see a giant that was exactly the same as the statue standing on the top of the mountain, among the clouds.

It just floated there quietly, making a weird yawning sound.

The sound echoed in Bryant's mind like a scream.

Unable to rest, unable to comprehend, difficult to predict source, even covering ears will not help.

His brain was trembling like a ferocious and twisted claw!

[Humble mortals, look straight at the truth! 】

A loud voice sounded from the bottom of my heart.

The lips of the old man standing in front of Bryant trembled, and he uttered an indecipherable and incomprehensible raving.

These babblings became faster and faster, gradually overlapping with the loud voice.

All the believers stood up, staring at the statue with vacant eyes, and their lips moved faster and faster, even violating the muscular structure of human beings.

"Humble mortals! Look straight at the truth!"

"Humble mortals! Look straight at the truth!"

"Look straight at the truth!"

"Look straight..."

"Roar!" Bryant couldn't take it anymore.

He uttered a loud dragon chant, and suddenly turned into a giant dragon, looking around with his bloodshot dragon eyes.

With a flick of the faucet, rich plasma dragon breath spewed out.

It was too late for him to see the damage caused by the dragon's breath.

The maddening ravings are still echoing in my mind like tarsal maggots.

Spreading his dragon wings, he hit the dome of the sewer in a dazed state.

"boom--!"

How powerful is that [-]-meter-long body?

But it didn't break just once.

"Boom boom boom!"

After more than a dozen hits in a row, the entire city of Sol was shaken. Bryant finally opened a big hole in the dome of the sewer after bumping left and right.

Then, he shook his dizzy head, fluttered his wings into the air, and fled frantically in the direction of the Winter Empire without looking back.

In fact, the Old One's Dominator is not as awesome as he thought.

The outer gods are the most difficult ones, and many of the Old Ones are as powerful as demon gods.

For example, this Alvasa is not as powerful as the previous Cygia, but it is very polluting.

In addition, the invasion method is rather weird, so it will bring trouble and disaster to the mainland.

I said in advance here to avoid too much comparison of combat power. This is actually meaningless. The setting of the novel is different. I just use the old masters to create a group of final enemies, but I will try to restore the appearance, abilities and dependents of these old masters. .