239 PTSD Toward Sesame vor


    Selma Payne’s POV:


    However, I was still a step toote. The priest easily dodged me and finished thest line of the incantation.


    In an instant, the thick ck energy was like a sharp de that pierced through the sky!


    In an instant, all the fighting at the altar came to a standstill. Be it the humans hiding in a sorry state or the werewolves waving their sharp ws, they were frozen as if someone had grabbed their necks. Everyone trembled simultaneously, a shiver from the depths of their souls sweeping through their bodies. This had nothing to do with courage but the primitive fear of certain existences.


    It was unknown who broke the silence.


    “He’s here.”


    The remaining humans rushed toward the exit like crazy. There was no trace of their previous piety and fanaticism. It was as if they would be corroded by evil if the ck fog contaminated them.


    However, they didn’t get what they wanted.


    At some point, the passage was filled with dense golden threads. Judging from the green smoke on their bodies, the power of these golden threads was not as likable as their appearance.


    “What a bunch of disobedient sacrifices.”


    The archpriest slowly turned around. He no longer looked like he had one foot in the coffin. He was so young and handsome that it made people suspect he was a different person.


    “God doesn’t like believers who go back on their words. You’ve already made an oath to offer everything to god. Are you going back on your words now?”


    His transformation was shocking, but no one would question his authenticity – the evil aura hidden in his body had beenpletely released, and the undisguised terrifying aura made his thin body look more frightening than Cerberus.


    “No, that’s not what you said,” one of the cultists mumbled.


    “You promised money, fame, fortune, bliss, and eternal life. You said we were god’spanions and would be loved forever.”


    “But that’s not the case. You want us to be your sacrifice. You don’t even want to hide your thoughts!”


    The archpriestughed without care and admitted, “I’m right, my dear brothers. To be god’s sacrifice, to be a part of god’s power, how can this not be considered as bing god’spanion? You will forever be one with god. What he controls is what you control. What he has is what you have. He will live forever, and so will you. How can you say that I’m lying?


    Just like these brothers who were one step ahead of us, their souls have be a part of god, so they are also gods.”


    He waved his hand slightly, and dozens of wailing souls floated out of the dead bodies on the ground. They were devoured and digested by the ck fog and eventually disappeared without a trace.


    From their expressions, bing a god might not be a good thing.


    “Oh, this is the power of sin. Every soul is soaked in blood. They’re appetizers thoroughly marinated by sin and my lord’s favorite appetizer.”


    The archpriest took a deep breath, intoxicated. He inhaled the thick ck smoke, and he looked younger with every breath he took.


    Just as he was intoxicated, a few shadows attacked him. Amid the shes of swords and knives, a few wolves covered their wounds and fell at the feet of the archpriest while he was unscathed.


    “I almost forgot about you, you disobedient dogs.”


    He kicked away the unconscious wolf in disgust and said with contempt, “So what if it’s a full moon? I don’t think your weak goddess dares to confront my lord directly. She will only shrink in her cold pce and coldly watch her believers die. She doesn’t dare to do anything, just like she has done in the past.”


    “How dare you! You shameless cultist!” the strongest wolf in the pack said angrily. “Do you think you’re worthy of ndering the goddess’ glory?”


    It was Aldrich!


    No, it was Morgan!


    Morgan was a shy boy, but under the provocation of the archpriest, even the shyest person would be angry.


    The two sides confronted each other. The archpriest was not in a hurry, but the wolves were worried – I was still on the altar!


    Damn it! How did I be a burden to the team again?


    How I wished I could be like superman, stand up and punch the archpriest away, then raise my thumb and show off, but the facts told me that I still had to be a weak chicken with shattered bones for a while.


    At this point, I couldn’t care less about the pain. I endured the excruciating pain and used all New Flow’s power to capture the ck fog in the air. This was the most painful meal I had ever eaten. Let alone enjoying it, I had already used all my strength to stop myself from going crazy in pain.


    The ck fog had a cold sesame vor, a little like the eastern pastries that Aldrich brought back from his business trip. After this, if there were a future, I would never eat any sesame-vored food again. Even the smell might bring back the painful memories of today.


    The pain was endless, but the benefits were visible to the naked eye. The wounds on my body began to heal rapidly, and after a few breaths, I could stand up.


    The archpriest obviously didn’t think I would have a chance to turn things around and even tried to snatch away the ‘gift’ from Azazel.


    His face was gloomy as he attacked me resentfully.