Quick Travel: After dressing up as a villain, he is bound to the childbirth system

Chapter 739: Samael World Line Extra 1

As the long river of time flows on and the Ragnarok arrives, the Old Ones still exist in this world but choose to hide.

After the Son of God, the great Pope Carlos, abdicated and returned to the arms of God, no more miracles appeared in the Holy See and the number of believers decreased significantly.

People in the Dharma-Ending Age do not respect heaven and earth, nor do they honor ghosts and gods. They only believe in science and firmly believe that the miracles recorded in literature are all beautifications and exaggerations of their predecessors.

Everything that cannot be explained is due to the underdeveloped science.

The cathedral in the capital still stands, and time has obviously left mottled marks on it. The ancient church is surrounded by high-tech high-rise buildings and looks out of place.

On this day, a group of people in special uniforms came here, and they also brought special demolition equipment.

The current priest of the church heard the news and came out. He looked unhappy and asked, "What are you going to do?"

But before he could say anything else, several policemen came over and held him up. "Father, someone reported that you used the communication network to spread cult ideas, which violated the law. Here is your arrest warrant!"

A document was waved in front of the priest, but before he could see it clearly, he was dragged back.

"No, the church has a long history. How can preaching church doctrines be considered preaching cult ideas?"

The priest struggled to refute, but no one paid attention to him. "This church will be demolished today, but for those law-abiding people who need faith, the king will let people build a new building on the original site... um, a high-tech church."

The priest's expression was instantly filled with anger, "You want to tear down the church?!"

"Do you know how many years this church has existed? It has existed since the beginning of the Principality, when Pope Carlos's grace spread across the continent! It is a witness to the history of the Principality! It is a monument in human history!"

Someone sneered, "It's because it has been there for too long. Experts have already identified it as a dangerous building and it should be demolished."

The priest struggled to stop them, but he was controlled. Those people ignored him and started the machinery as if possessed, rumbling towards the church.

The noise here was very loud, attracting many people to watch. Among the crowd, there was a woman wearing a red dress and a wide hat brim that covered half of her face. She was also watching quietly. There was a white dove perched on her shoulder.

The white dove poked its head out and made a "coo" sound. [Do you really want to watch them tear it down?]

"if not?"

Zhu Baishao shrugged, and her eyes hidden under the brim of her hat were calm, like the surface of a lake without any waves.

She just wanted to come back and take a look at this plane on a whim, to see if the world had collapsed, and she was not interested in caring about too much.

But Zhu Baishao didn't know that when she and the system entered this plane, a tall tower hidden in the deep space began to tremble slightly, and the strange creatures climbing on it slowly woke up.

The densely packed, meaningless protrusions on the thick dark purple tentacles squirmed and opened, revealing red eyes that blinked and moved at different frequencies.

But at this moment, the expressions in those eyes were almost the same.

Unbelievable, surprising, and ecstatic!

Those tentacles, like dark clouds covering the moon, began to dance wildly in the space, wantonly venting the surprise in their hearts.

"It is indeed a soul that is free from the world!"

Samael appeared in a black priest robe. Years of sleep had made his complexion paler, and his blood-red eyes looked deeper and more desolate. Only his lips, which were smeared with blood, were still bright red.

"Dale...my Dale..."

"You are finally back——"

His voice was low and hoarse, with a sigh of satisfaction.

The next second, a tentacle impatiently cut through the space in front of him, and the huge shadow that was darker than the night disappeared.

Outside this space, separated by a layer of barrier, is a statue of a god, carved from jade. The figure's appearance is lifelike, and it is the same appearance that Zhu Baishao had used in this dimension.

In the statue's hands, which are clasped as if in prayer, there is a sleeping little golden octopus emitting dazzling light. From a distance, it looks like it is holding a small sun.

After Samael disappeared from the tower, the little golden octopus sensed something and slowly opened its red eyes.

"Dale? Mother!"

A handsome man in a white robe and with brilliant golden hair appeared, and without hesitation he cut through space and chased after Samael.

……

boom--

Demolition machinery bombarded the church's outer wall, raising huge clouds of dust and damaging the wall.

The priest screamed and tried to rush over to protect the church, but no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless. In the end, he could only pray in despair, "May God forgive your sins..."

At this moment, a grayish-white mist spread out, and the originally clear and cloudless sky was covered by dark clouds, turning it gray and black, like dried blood.

A muffled thunder exploded in everyone's ears.

The priest was horrified, happy and worried at the same time. He shouted, "You are demolishing the church and offending God. God will punish you! Stop it now! It's not too late to stop now!"

Others didn't take it seriously. "The weather forecast said it would rain today. Who would believe in divine punishment?"

As they were arguing, the grey fog that filled the area gradually turned red, and a huge and terrifying shadow appeared in the air.

The air around seemed to stop flowing, becoming sticky and strange. Countless chaotic chanting sounds were heard, and at the same time, countless thick tentacles covered with blood-red eyes stretched out towards those who attempted to demolish the church.

A strong wind rose.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

"devil!!"

Countless screams of pain were heard, and many people's faces and bodies began to gradually distort.

Their human shells seemed to be about to "break", and the hideous flesh buds and crazy tentacles that would make anyone who saw them lose all reason were scrambling to get out of every pore of those people.

"do not look."

The strong wind blew away Zhu Baishao's wide-brimmed hat, ruffling the woman's thick black hair, revealing a charming and beautiful face. A slightly cool and bony hand covered her eyes.

"Have you forgotten the pain of facing terror?"

The man's voice was very bewitching and pleasant to hear, as if it had been washed and polished by the long river of time before finally reaching Zhu Baishao's ears.

Zhu Baishao’s body stiffened.

This voice is...

"S...Mael?"

Hearing her calling out his name, a soft and charming smile, as overly gorgeous as a dark red poppy, gradually appeared on Samael's pale face.

Sure enough, she was still alive.

[Gu! 】

The system still remembered that the Son of Luck had killed it, so it flapped its wings and tried to fly away, but a tentacle grabbed its slender bird legs.