communion

Rachel didn't keep the two of them waiting for too long, and the news that Sir Charlie was critically ill soon spread to César's personal terminal.

"Come on." With a smile in his eyes, César stretched his hand at Cantreira, "The good show has begun."

Cantrella wore César's priest uniform, posing as his assistant, and entered Charlie's intensive care unit. The elderly man was lying on the bed, put on a ventilator, his face was ashen and full of lifelessness.

"He's going to die," César said softly, "what do you think the cause of death is?"

"Poisoned?" Cantrella blurted out, paused, "I guessed."

"He was indeed poisoned, and it was left by you back then." César looked coldly at the dying old man, "He is too stupid, obsessed with Rachel, so that he never tested the drug Rachel injected him with." Potion."

César took out a crimson potion from his pocket, "[Yi Meng]" He smiled slightly, rubbing the reagent bottle tenderly, "Your favorite work that has been sealed away, spiritual infusion, Charlie will continue to Go through your deepest fears and destroy yourself."

"Who is he?" Cantrella leaned against the wall with his arms folded. "You hate him so much."

"He's the behind-the-scenes boss of the orphanage, a beast who satisfies his desires by spying on his subordinates and killing children." The aura around César was dark and distorted, "He is the culprit of your nightmares all these years, so I want to He died most painfully in a dream."

Cantrella's pupils constricted slightly, his joints turned white from the force, and there seemed to be flames burning in his eyes, with the determination to burn everything up.

"The night I met you, I invaded your memory through my heart." César put [Yimeng] into Cantrella's palm, "Your painful childhood experience made me so angry that I almost lost my mind, I investigated all the people involved in it back then, and asked Rachel to kill them one by one, and the instigator, I think it's better to leave it to you to deal with it yourself."

"You understand me very well." Cantrera smiled suddenly, as gloomy and beautiful as a ghost.

"Come on." César helped Cantrella push the medicine into the syringe, "Just inject this, and your nightmare will end forever."

Cantrella exerted a little force, and the crimson liquid flowed into Charlie's body along the glass tube little by little.

Five minutes later, Charlie started to convulse. He screamed shortly, and red, yellow and yellow mucus flowed backwards down the breathing tube.

"It's the substance in his brain." César explained in a good mood, "He was so scared that he wanted to expel his brain—it happened that [Yimeng] could help him accomplish this impossible thing."

"Tell me, what did he see?" Cantrella looked at his enemy struggling in pain, and his emotions were unprecedentedly calm, "Did the children he killed drag him into hell? Or did I eat his subordinates in one bite? "

"I saw in Charlie's case that he suffered from paranoia and mild schizophrenia, and the attending doctor said he always saw human-faced spiders eating people." Sizer explained, "I think, his spirit and body They were all killed by you."

Just as César finished speaking, the instrument made a harsh sound, and Charlie died.

Cantrella stared at Charlie's distorted corpse, and slowly let out a breath. The hatred, anger, depression, and fear of these years all left with him. Cantrella's eyebrows stretched out, and his purple eyes were as bright as stars After passing by, he smiled easily, "Cesar, I really fucking love you."

"Me too." César hugged Cantrera tightly, "My heart beats only for you."

After a long time, César separated from Cantrella, and he summoned several priests to come in to collect the body——Charlie's body had already been processed by César, it looked as if he had died, and Charlie was put in a body bag— —No one would doubt his death on Father César, who was highly skilled in medicine.

"Let's go." César took off his white gloves, put down his long blond hair, and put down his long blond hair. His blue eyes were full of smiles. Although they were dark and cruel inside, they looked as dazzling and handsome as a god descending.

"Recalling the past?" Cantrella smiled at him.

"Reminiscing about the past." César held Cantrella's hand.

However, at this moment, the door of the ward was slammed open, and Rachel broke in. She was holding a steel pipe that was sharpened at one end and dripping with black blood, her hair was disheveled, and the hem of her robe was covered by her Tear it apart to make it easy to run, and the smell of blood on your body is as strong as if you came back from the slaughterhouse. "Something happened outside." She explained briefly, "The next generation is out of control."

The soundproofing of the intensive care unit was excellent. Cantrella didn't hear the noise outside until Rachel kicked open the door. The sound of running away was mixed with screams and roars, as if the world was ending. Not far from the corpse of the next generation, there were scattered internal organs and pieces of meat, as well as a torn body bag—obviously from the unfortunate priests who came to help earlier.

"Go back to my residence first, the basement can stop the next generation, and I will find a way to deal with the rest." César remained extremely calm in the face of the hellish scene on earth, as if all this was just a small trouble.

"Let's go." César held Cantrella's wrist firmly, "Don't worry, it will be fine."

Cantrella has seen countless sub-species in his memory, so he didn't feel scared. He bent down and took the steel pipe given by Rachel. He weighed it and thought it was still handy. Go tell Lilim to evacuate together."

"She's nearby." Rachel said, "The lower city hasn't completely fallen yet. Lilim helped the military seal the city gate and followed the Beheader all the way. She joined me not long ago."

"Okay." César nodded, "Let's go without further ado."

The situation outside is already very bad, splattered blood can be seen everywhere, flesh and blood are hanging on the trees by the roadside, groups of subspecies are wandering on the road, and on the only way home, several subspecies gather together Nibbling on a person who is not completely dead, the screams of that person are as piercing as fingernails on glass.

Rachel shot instantly, the steel pipe pierced through the spine of the second generation, and the three second generation fell to the ground with a crash, black blood spilled all over the road.

After clearing the obstacles, the group moved on, and soon met Lilim, wearing a close-fitting black combat uniform, wielding a pair of knives to harvest the heads of the offspring, her red hair flying like flames, at this moment, she was inserting the knives into the In the neck of the last sub-species, "You are here." With both knives sheathed, "The sub-species are killing endlessly, let's go."

The four of them ran fast on the road, killing a sub-species blocking the way from time to time. Lilim talked about the situation in the upper city all the way, "The situation in the west is the worst. The sub-species all come from there, and some of them have begun to self-destruct." It was copied, and the speed was very fast—more disgusting than cockroaches, the survivors in the city have all gone to the lower city, where there are troops guarding, and it should last for a while, I always have a bad feeling—this time it is simply It’s exactly the same as it was back then.”

"But this time we have no escape," Cantrella said.

"You know everything?" Lilim raised her eyebrows.

"I can probably guess it." Cantrella looked at César, "This world is actually Tartarus."