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

Isn't this the same garbage dump they passed by when they came here?

Paul was seen walking through the garbage and accurately found two inconspicuous wooden boards. He looked around to ensure that everything was safe, and then reached out to uncover the two wooden boards.

"Come with me, No. 37."

Bryant frowned.

He no longer had any hope in this Truth Church. It was probably a small, unpopular sect that dreamed of becoming a serf and singing.

Paul turned his head and glanced at Bryant.

He smiled carelessly and said: "Our church's conditions are now limited, 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 sewers.

Entering the sewer, Paul turned around and re-sealed the entrance behind him until no light could penetrate.

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

"The five just now are my old friends, and they are also the reviewers of our Truth Church. They specialize in reviewing new people who enter the Truth Church. Of course, now they have refused new people to join. 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 power.

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

Bryant looked left and right, carefully observing his surroundings.

It was different from what he imagined. The sewers were not full of garbage, nor did they smell of excrement. On the contrary, the ground looked relatively clean except for being a little damp. There was a faint fishy smell lingering at the tip of his nose. This fishy smell

Not from blood but from decaying plants and soil.

"How is it? 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 sewers is not as desolate as you think. The garbage dump outside is just a cover-up to avoid the law enforcement team.

"

Bryant nodded nonchalantly.

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

Paul seemed to know this, so he just made a few casual remarks and said nothing more.

The two people walked forward in silence.

Until I heard the sound of "gurgling" water.

They came to a crossroads.

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

Bryant finally smelled something that made him feel sick.

There is endless darkness on both sides, like the huge mouth of a wild beast that preys on people.

Standing here, even as a giant dragon, he couldn't help but feel creepy.

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

The slippery ferns were shoveled to both sides.

There were some messy footprints left on the remains of the bonfire, and those footprints spread inward and disappeared in the dim curtain of light.

"We're almost there."

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

The two continued walking forward, and after about half an hour, they came to an intersection of pipelines.

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

At this intersection of about 400 square meters, there are more than a dozen simple tents set up.

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

People in black cloaks gathered around the bonfire, feasting on fat rats skewered on wooden skewers.

Someone noticed Paul returning, and a man in a cloak stood at the campfire in the middle.

Judging from his trembling steps, he must be an old man.

As the man came closer, Paul clasped his hands together, bowed his head slightly, and chanted softly in a reading tone: "Praise the truth!"

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

He spoke very fast, his voice was hoarse, and his words were not very clear, giving people the feeling that he was chanting a curse.

"No. 11, who is next to you?"

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

The old man looked Bryant up and down, and gave a sinister smile:

"Yes, he is 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 to the topic directly.

The old man turned around and walked towards the tent.

Paul nudged Bryant and motioned for him to follow.

Bryant relied on himself as a giant dragon, gritting his teeth and persevering even though his body was hairy.

Arriving at the tent, the old man walked in.

Through the faint light, you can see that the tent is filled with vague statues and some bottles and jars.

Bryant felt that there were at least a hundred eyes around him staring directly at him.

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

Something's wrong!

Something is very wrong!

The dragon's intuition sounded the alarm for Bryant.

His whole body tensed up, ready to transform into a dragon.

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

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

As he spoke, he raised the statue in his hand high. Since Bryant was very tall, he had to lift the statue so that it could be placed right in front of Bryant's eyes.

The surrounding light is very 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 its limbs. The creature only had a neck, with a slit in its neck forming a huge, toothless mouth.

Just looking at this statue.

Bryant felt his eyes go dark, and his mind exploded with a "buzzing" sound!

He seemed to see a giant that looked exactly like the statue standing on the top of the mountain, between the clouds.

It floated there quietly, making a strange yawning sound.

The sound was like a scream, echoing in Bryant's mind.

Unable to rest, unable to understand, difficult to predict the source, even if you cover your ears, it will not help.

It was like ferocious and twisted claws shaking his brain!

【Humble mortals, look directly at the truth! 】

A loud voice sounded from the bottom of my heart.

The old man standing in front of Bryant had his lips trembling as he uttered indecipherable and incomprehensible murmurs.

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

All the believers stood up, staring at the statue with empty eyes, and their lips moved faster and faster, even going against the human muscle structure.

"Humble mortals! Look directly at the truth!"

"Humble mortals! Look directly at the truth!"

"Look directly at the truth!"

"Look directly..."

"Roar——!" Bryant couldn't stand it anymore.

He let out a loud dragon roar and suddenly transformed into a giant dragon, looking around with bloodshot dragon eyes.

The faucet flicked, and the rich plasma dragon breath spurted out.
To be continued...