Pastor Ron, the young man who almost staged a restricted plot in the ring, showed a confused expression on his face. Why did he become a hero? Can he still be promoted to Pastor Silver? Morias is dead, and he has no money to spend money?

Seeing Ron's confused look, Sharira smiled. Like Cersei, the more she understood the aliens, the less she was wary of them. They were also humans, and there were far more mediocre talents than geniuses.

Although the Europa's plan to kill God from an economic perspective surprised all the gold coin priests who knew the inside story, there were many fools who could not even understand addition, subtraction, multiplication and division.

Sarella originally thought that these aliens were at the same level as economics professors, but now she dared to use complex financial products like aliens to deceive the funds in the hands of European officials. Compared with aliens' banks, the Woking Church, which has a real god and a thousand-year-old history, is obviously more advantageous.

"Don't understand?" Pastor Sarella explained with a smile: "Morias is a corrupt man who defected to Chaos, and you are the hero who killed him. You broke his head in front of tens of thousands of people."

"I killed Morias?" Pastor Ron pointed at his nose: "But everyone knows that it is those..."

"It was the Cyris who killed him, right?" Pastor Sarella laughed disdainfully: "The news tomorrow morning will be written that you killed Morias, and all the records left on paper are recorded that you killed Morias the corruptor. In a few months, who else will remember this really like this?"

"But, what good is this for me?" Pastor Ron shrank his neck when he thought of the wealth and influence left by Morias.

"Morias is a corrupt, he is finished, both in the physiological and social sense." Sharira shook her fingers, a little disappointed with Ron. Even the simple rules among the aliens even understood her, the native, but the stupid silver coin priest still looked so stupid: "His battle group will be disbanded, his business will be confiscated, his wealth will be confiscated, and anyone who shows closeness to him will be quarantined and reviewed."

"Waiting for them will not be as easy as you do." Sarella rolled her eyes to Pastor Ron. She was now sure that the reason why this pastor was promoted to the silver coin priest was definitely because Morias needed a puppet with a good control and bought it directly for money.

But this is also good, such people are easier to control. Sarella's thoughts have been twisted in her mind several times, changing again and again.

"You will be regarded as a hero, and this is the church's investment in you." Sarira sighed, which is also the weakness of the Woking Church's expansion: "You will be the pride of the church."

Because of the nature of the church, they rarely have the kind of shocking heroes. Instead, they often betray the priests who sell God to save their lives and give money to them. Although they keep amazing wealth, they are often ridiculed.

Now that there is such an opportunity to promote the heroism of the Woking Priests, it is undoubtedly a win-win opportunity.

Pastor Ron gradually showed a timid smile under Sarella's gaze, as if he was blessed with disguise?

When Reverend Sharira left with the holy relics, Reverend Ron became more and more excited as he thought about it. He killed Morias, a hero!

Pastor Ron was circling around the cell, with limited space almost unable to hold his infinite courage, his back was more straight than ever, he was a hero, he was the pride of the church!

His breathing became more and more rapid, his face turned abnormally red, his heartbeat sounded like a basketball hitting the wall, and the dust in the shocking corner was flying.

He is a hero, he is pride!

The footwork under Pastor Ron's feet was getting faster and faster, as if something was about to jump out in his heart, and the indescribable excitement drove his footwork to accelerate.

He is the hero who killed the Chaos Demon, he is the one who really killed Morias!

Pastor Ron stopped standing in front of a wall, his chest was abnormally upright, because inside him, his heart had swollen to the size of a basketball. With a burst of laughter, a sound of soap bubble bursting came from him.

It was the sound of his heart breaking.

However, Pastor Ron smiled wildly, repeating: "I am a hero! I am the hero who killed Morias!"

A large amount of blood flowed out along the pores of Reverend Ron, and soon wet the priest's robe. He shouted wildly while hitting the wall with his face.

"I am a hero! I am the hero who killed Morias!" Pastor Ron was so powerful that he smashed his forehead into pieces with just a few impacts, revealing the yellowish brain medulla under the skull.

Puff! Puff!

However, this did not stop him from continuing to hit the wall. Pastor Ron's head was only part of the lower nasal cavity, and he was still shouting: "I am a hero! I am..."

Puff!

Pastor Ron's entire head was smashed to the wall, and the medulla of the brain, blood, and bone fragments were sputtered in the entire room, leaving only a jaw with invisible shape hanging around his neck.

The next second a blood-colored bud grew along Pastor Ron's esophagus, as if the most charming peony was slowly blooming. A new head gradually formed in the flower, and its facial features gradually became clearer. With a slight smile, Pastor Ron said what he did not finish: "I am, Morias."

No one knew that Morias had been reborn in the prison of the Europa, but the Slaanes throughout the Old Continent were in a carnival, as if celebrating another conspiracy of the Lord of Desire.

In several towns behind the Maginot Line, there were even unblocked conventions. Slaanes believers have a disguise that far exceeds other evil gods. They can always start from the most basic reproductive desire of human beings and quickly integrate.

As a logistics supply point for the Maginot Line of Defense, there are many Europa soldiers coming and going in these towns on weekdays, and a large number of indigenous women stay here to enrich the service industry. These people can easily become a breeding ground for the reproduction of Slaaneism faith.

This is the town where Pastor Richard is located. As a believer of the God of War, although he never patronizes those dark places, Richard never lacks friends of the opposite sex.

After all, Pastor Richard has this standard tough guy face. Some people like his rough charm, some people like his muscles, and some people simply like his identity as a priest of the God of War. Pastor Richard never refuses everyone.

But that night, Pastor Richard was not happy, and his bedmate seemed particularly excited and wanted to tempt him to try some addictive drug.
Chapter completed!